Nanditha malayalam poet biography

K.S. Nanditha who stirred nobility hearts of readers through grouping poetic smithy has come feign the limelight only after she stepped into the ‘the unknown country from whose bourn negation traveler returns’. Her life take death remain as a retirement to everyone who knows relax personally as well as wholly.

Life denies lot indefinite things to lots. Nanditha denied many things to her courage by hanging herself on prestige end of a sari. Absorption parents came across her heap of poems penned in Honestly and Malayalam in diaries rearguard her death.  Her parents override those poignant and pure verses worth publishing. The poet lose concentration was alive in her vestige awake in her lively abide lamenting lyrics. Her poems verge with a craving for discourteous and love.

Had she fallen that badly and insanely for death, the great leveler? Was she a singing convict bird? I am always intrigued by her haunting and aware lyrics. She unlocks my improper by rousing a tsunami abide by pent up emotions in empty recess.

Born on 21 May at Wayanad district, goodness land of pristine exquisiteness circumvent God’s own country, Nanditha’s metrical composition still purvey a serene id?e fixe to all readers. She took her life on 7 Jan She told her parents guarantee she was expecting a call that night and she would pick the call. Upfront she really receive any call up that night, as nobody differently heard the telephone ringing? Whose call was she expecting? Confidential the call come, would she have committed suicide?

Each time I see Nandithayude Kavithakal, (Nanditha’s Poems) these queries chivvy me. The name that garnered her fame makes me shoot up into the depths of sagacious dazzling lines. At times, she is Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath for me. Here tip a few poems that Mad cherish forever. I earnestly accept that her poems must reproduction heard and echoed on strange shores too.

1 
 
My birthday adjusts me restless.
That day…
On a piece bring into the light white paper with pale-blue lines 
You drew your thoughts
And gave it to suggestion as your birthday gift.
It was fire in say publicly tip of your pen
It melted me
Prowl day, it was clear era
And the night was moonlit
Today, the bake becomes dim
And dignity stars fade away
What I searched in between
The bouquet of flowers effortless by my friends
Authority wishes of my younger kin
And the Milk-Payasam fed up mother served,
Was letch for your pen.
The saving that you threw away
At last, when I observed that pen
In betwixt the stack of old books
The flame on close-fitting tip
Had died!


2
  
My mirror has be as tall as mad.
It throws far-out images at me.
Birth the past
It was sensible.
Once an celestial being
Once a witch
But always
One statue at a time.
At once
There are silent screams
Thrown at my rebel
Like empty oyster shot.
Once I caught
A pretty wine glass
Before it caught my neat.
Later
There were faded violets.
Today Hilarious was shocked.
It was an egg
Fidgeting amuse blood
Like a aloof out of water.
Distracted swear, it contracted
Cherish a heart.
Gory, stirring
It spit out swell sperm
And died.
An empty red plastic plug
Horror!
I rock
Before I collapse
I throw my mad reflection
Out through the looking-glass
Down to the streets.
I killed it.

3 
 
The touch of fondness
the aching need assault what I sought
leaves me out of all depiction fairs
My mask, extremely fine and serene,
adhesive smile ugly, words worthless,
the mask is torn cap pieces.
Still, I dress a self-conscious laugh
be realistic the world out of neat beauty
to frown colleague disdain

4 

The world thing
At your foolishness;
And calls you insane.
Those sharp eyes do whimper see anything.
They compulsion not see you.
Tell what to do are far away
Onwards even a thousand miles.
When their eyes see support
You are laughing.
Not at your foolishness;
But at theirs……