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to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end...' Sonnet XVIII
'...Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens.
Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all above?...'Sonnet LXVI
'...She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses; She who never opened her veils in the morning light, will be my last gift to thee, my God, folded in my final song...' Sonnet LXXIII
'...No, I will never shut the doors of my senses.
The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight...'Sonnet LXXXI
'...On many an idle day I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands...' Sonnet LXXXII
'...We have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for our chances. We are too poor to be late...' Sonnet LXXXIV
'...It is the pang of separation that deepens into loves and desires, into sufferings and joys in human homes; and this it is that ever melts and flows in songs through my poet's heart...'
from an essay on ancient Kerala history by æµ ÌÞܵã×íÃAáùáMí
_ ÎÞÄãÍâÎß ÕÞøÞLMÄßMí 1997 ¼âèÜ 27
'...Laterite Period_(æºCÜïí µÞܸG¢)Èá ÎáXÉí ÎÜÌÞV dÉçÆÖ¢ §KæJAÞ{ᢠ500 ¥¿ß ÄÞæÝÏÞÏßøáKáæÕKᢠGeologic Survey of IndiaÏßW ËßÜßMí çÜÏíAí çø¶æM¿áJßÏßGáUÄÞÏß ÉvÈÞÍçÎçÈÞX dÉØñÞÕßÏíAáKá...
...BC 2000_Èá çÖ×çÎ ÎÜÌÞùßW ¦ZMÞVMá Äá¿BßÏßøßAÞÈß¿ÏáUá..."
'...É¿ßEÞùX ºÞÜâµczÞ(·á¼ùÞJí ¦ØíÅÞÈÎÞAßÏ)çøÞæ¿ÞM¢ Õ¿AáÉ¿ßEÞùX ·á¼ùÞJßæÜ dÉÄßÙÞøzÞøᢠ(øÞÎÅzÞV ®Kᢠ¥ùßÏæM¿áKá) çµø{JßçÜÏíAá ÕKßøßÏíAÞÈß¿ÏáIí. (5th cent. AD)
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