Ekakiyam Ninte Swapnangal – Ente Hridayathinte Udama

Singer – P Jayachandran

Lyrics – ONV Kurup

Composition – Raveendran

Prelude – The song Ekakiyam Ninte Swapnangal takes us through the travails of the solitary traveller . The pathos brought by the melody creates a contemplative mood when we think of our unfulfilled dreams . The sound of the flute and veena ( lute ) pierces right through our heart, which keeps us lamenting about our past . 

Ekakiyam ninte swapnangalkokeyum ezhu swarangal chiraku nalkki

The dreams of a loner like you were given wings to fly by the seven notes of the octave.

Snehaksthangalal novum manassil chekkeruvan pari parannupoyi

Padi padi parannu poyi

The dreams floated away yearning to dwell in the heart wounded by love  . The dreams floated away singing

Poyi varoo venale ennu cholli

Poovaka thoo vala vishi

I bade goodbye to the summer by waving a handkerchief made of May flowers ( Gulmohar ). 

Venalil pookunna chillakalil

Thanerunn adunna kilikal padi

Van anayath vasantham

Kanni manninte paaz kinavelle

The birds,which were swinging alone in the branches of the trees blooming in summer, said that the thought of the unending spring season was the pointless dream of the virgin earth.

Kattinte kayyil prasadam ayi

Kanath poovin sugandham

The fragrance of the unknown flower is the sacred religious offering to the breeze .

Padheyamayi our pattu tharu

Pathira pullukal kenu cholli

The birds flying in the sky at midnight requested a roadside meal in the form of a song so that they could complete their journey.

Sundara vagdhath theeram nammal kanunna paaz kinavelle

Our desire to reach the promised beautiful shore of the sea unhurt and without hardships is a pointless dream .

Postlude – ONV Kurup focuses on the tumultuous journey of life that every human has to undergo . The changing seasons indicating the transient mode of life with its ups and downs always fascinate me . The lyricist points towards the desire of human beings to always experience happiness, which is a pointless dream . Who could have thought ,  other than ONV Kurup, that the fragrance of the flower is a sacred offering to the breeze . I feel the birds refer to travellers of this human life waiting for divine blessings in the form of a roadside meal to reach the shore of life unhurt .