Living as your everyday self , and yet losing the memory
Of what you were sometime ago
The greatness of a talent
Perishing with the last light of the stars.

One fine day , I’d realize
That it was all a matter of time.
That simply was all it took to make one fade
From the landscape-portrayed worth that was owned.

The ink that flowed , that gushed out of my veins
Draining out my person
Slipping through my fingers , mercilessly
On the glossy wooden table it said,
“And who are you ?”

Well , the truth of the matter is
The message did plainly tell…
That I simply don’t know anymore.
For all I might rely on , I could belong to the body of one
Or the shadow of another.


The Glowing Wind

Dedicated to Sheza Kalappatt , my dear friend. Happy Birthday sweetheart !


Days roll by , like tumbleweed
On a meadow of lemon grass
A nearby lake , all teal in view
Is what I plan to see.

“Whatever be the odds” , you stayed
Those were the words I lived by
The rhythm of my thoughts
Whisper the same name.

You’ve taught Life how to smile
And there’s more light to that than an evening candle
Tick , tock , helped me fritter days away , but the best moment was
When I first met you.

That’s when the wind said hello , and I’ve been listening since.

By : Nathania Keny

Sakura Memories




Under the hide of a tree , I lean
Of what was once a cherry blossom
Towards its brusquely bark , I turn
To feel pain’s lust piercing my skin,
One last time.
Resulting in me , a dilemma
Is chopping down a memory a sin ?
An unforgivable crime , perhaps ? Or is it a weakness , a curse for it to remain ?
A reminder of the past.
How am I to tell what’s just to Life ?
Who let a tree witness every joy I’d had
From the very beginning of our time…
Why , I’d even called it my own
With feelings indescribable…
My friends together, we circled around the ancient wood
Telling stories for it to hear
Remarking its garnishing flowers;
Petals glowing like a geisha’s dress.
But now , their presence has flown away
Like that of the pearly buds , but I stood rooted here
Misfortunate , won’t I feel , to grow old without them ?
And that a tree , ageless as it was , saw Death as a ghost’s humour.
And yet , O Divine Sakura
A cold being like me ;
The thought that I am missing them , missing all that we once were… Makes me wonder whether you ever had a heart.
You’ve seen mankind go , leaving your earth to yourself.
No grief except your own you know
But , dear Sakura , my heart has been hardened by this , tougher than the bark
Of your hide which on my forehead has left a mark.
So , a blossom less , crude soul , I say
Is not worth a sight to see anymore
The black and blue clouds are your true colours , the vain creature you are
So , you shall leave this domain , at once
As soon as I swing my axe , you’ll feel deep inside
What it’s like to fall and sink.

By : Nathania Keny

My Dream’s A Blue Rose


My dream’s a blue rose
Uncommon ; Divine
Created from a myth of colour
Past an hourglass that runs lost time.

People tend to praise a crimson
Red as blood , they want
“It’s only natural for a rose to be like every other in the field…”
Red as blood , they want.

But don’t you see , my rose is different
The dream I believe in , my sweet rose
Its thorns disappear at my sight, and gives hope
Blooming at the right moment.

“What good will it do you ?” , you may ask
Relying on a frail charm of petals
Clinging onto them in the future
While the night sees a new star.

“What’s it to you , red or blue?”
For how uniquely crazy our dreams sound
Like the blue rose…
Bizarrely beautiful , special to the eyes of a person
Who nurtures it and watches it blossom.

  • Know this , there’s only you to believe in the existence and power of your blue rose.


By : Nathania Keny




Venezuelan Wanderlust

Ever felt it?
Jumping off the world’s greatest heights
In your head , down to where the blue never ends
And feel with your heart , the grass you lie on , staring at the kites.

Unhurt , unquenched
Always on the hunt for more,
Adventure ; Ranger in the wild
Or be a study in folklore.

Dayside near the Orinoco
Wrestling with her friend , the crocodile
And the stars in the flag
Sparkle like the lilies of the Nile.

Not like the other women
Who’d dance the Joropo,
And perfect their arts
In the city of Coro.

Ever felt it?
Jumping off the world’s greatest heights
In your head , down to where the blue never ends
And feel with your heart , the grass you lie on , staring at the kites.

Yet would you leave everything forever , even love?
Would you have looked at him?
One last time
Before the lamps fell dim.

Made a harsh choice
On the Mountains of Perija
Remembering his bitterness
As she rode across Merida.

Out on a quest of giving up
Now finally here
Aragua broke into song ;
But the Earth fell silent in fear.

From where winds blew
They told her the same truth , too rather ,
” He misses you. Return at once
He’s not some stranger, but your Father ! ”

“I’d ventured into the world” I said
“Set out to prove myself,
Now I’m done , just a memory
A photo on his shelf.”

“There are problems” I said
“And I can’t tell him any “,
“Go back and find out” said the winds
“How he’ll answer the many.”

And so she did
The old man’s eyes rained joy in Maracay,
As time was there to spend, retracing her life
The wisest man she knew showed her each way.

Then she started running
With a peaceful mind,
Venturing back into the world
Yet always returning to her paradise kind.

Ever felt it?
Jumping off the world’s greatest heights
In your head , down to where the blue never ends
And feel with your heart , the grass you lie on , staring at the kites.

By : Nathania Keny












Dieu d’Abraham

exodus-3-the-burning-bush” Mes amis , c’est mon premier poème que j’ai écrit en langue française. Je le consacre par la présente au Dieu trinitaire ! ”


Notre père dans le Ciel !
Celui dont le fils marchait sur l’eau ,
Nous nous souvenons de vous en ces temps
Pour Jésus est notre plus beau cadeau.

Cher père, écoute-moi
Sauve-moi de l’obscurité ;
L’obscurité qui est Satan
Et montre-moi le chemin de l’éternité.

Dieu d’Abraham
Tout ce que j’ai, c’est toi ,
Et tout ce que je demande;
Reste avec moi !

Vous êtes le Créateur
Vous donnez et vous prenez ,
Dans la vie de votre peuple
Pour tous de nous , encore une fois vous viendrez !


Par : Nathania Keny

Forsaken , Forgotten

” Forsake the Forgotten. There’s a reason they’re forgotten.” ,

– Nathania Keny

I waited for you on the bridge till morn’
Fire burning ashes in my throat,
Hoping you’d sway the breeze on the smoothest course
In your silver – coated riverboat.

When does a path of ripples stretch so long , I ponder
I’m a Maiden of Peace ; A Servant of Time
And I shan’t dishonor the ones on my side
No more than my pride for a merry bard’s rhyme.

A merry bard in the company of three
Spent many days fiddling in an inn for gold,
So as to buy a cottage for me
To dwell in , once his songs are sold.

But as we approached the sunny week’s end
And his first pay loaded in full,
Two glittering eyes stared at the sack
The expression of greed , his face failed to pull.

You were never the same , O Son of a Peasant;
Mind once sturdy as a house of brick,
Leaving the old man his comforts of life;
A camping garden and a walking stick.

It wasn’t pity I had for you , but love
A love that’s now seen you just as fair,
Chasing an enthusiastic crowd undying
Whilst I lit my candles in prayer.

Ever since I’ve stood under
The guileless light of the Moon;
Below me is a river that witnessed
My wedding to the musical tycoon.

But I think not , no more , since you’re not here
My heart shan’t lament for the forgotten,
Your time is short, and your son won’t walk your ways;
An oracle has prophesied the unspoken.

By : Nathania Keny



An Hourglass or two


The cravings of life
Are never quenched
Ambition is good , Desire is danger
When all your strength is drenched.

The faulty clocks , they tick
Sundials , too
Perfection has its flaws
Time flies off to the blue.

The Lakes of sparks;
Talents spun in a spindle
We’re humans , and that’s what
An hourglass or two could do.

Nathania Keny

What Egypt would’ve been…

tumblr_msvyu6lr0x1s05zs4o1_1280Since the sky was the limit
For the Pharoahs of the past
Their warships set sail
But their town nets lay cast.

And what about the barges?
Fancied like the Queen’s pearls
The lion – tamed wigs of beads
Of their hired , dancing girls.

Egypt was a lover !
In the eyes of her Pride
No shore could have had more
Snakes , in bulrushes to hide.

Well , not a shore
What I meant were those banks
They’re not like Today’s world
With the fishes in High Tanks.

If I could go back
A thousand years or so
I’d see a Sphinx , how I’d want to ,just vigour
And many , many in a row.

– Nathania Keny




The Genesis of the Gospel

A star in the East
The Magi had seen
It went before them
They followed, with minds keen.

Rejoice they did
But Herod went wild
When they had found
Their King; A Child.

Gifts they presented
Myrrh and gold
Frankincense worthy
Humility did unfold.

But they walked away
Away from the Palace
For being warned by God
They were off to their province.

Then an angel told Joseph
“To Egypt must you flee
With Mary and Jesus
Now, a safe place to be.”

King Herod, enraged
Ordered the slaughter
Of Bethlehem’s sons;
Woe to Judaea’s daughter!

Egypt, they left
After his reign
Jesus fulfilled
The prophets’ word : He’s Nazarene.

– Nathania Keny