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 At night when everything is framed to a still image
When the only thing moving is the fan above
When foxes sign goodnights
I stay awake, body and soul…
Doing nothing
Just thinking what to do.

Alive and afresh brain
Refuses to take rest
Nasty thing.


Narcissist 'me

I love everything about myself

I love the way I cry when I slip down
I love the way I wipe my tears
I love the way I retouch my eyes

My eye liner would not smudge
My lips would not shiver
I wouldn’t look down upon me
I love that most straight posture of mine
Where I forget the moments of me being bent down
And smile back because you are not worthy of me..


    To make a picture of you who could contain me
I took so long,
But I am so dignified that it is you and
It is not anyone else.

    All mathematics learnt ever wouldn’t allow me to calculate
The volume of emotion flowing for you
For it is incomparable to any earth, air or water !


     It was never a dream
Dream could never imagine you
Some ties were supposed to break
Because I was destined to be joined with you...


There is no god
There is definitely no god
Nobody listens
All prayers go unheard
Nobody manages anything on this earth
Its just a planet
Where you, me and they live


ഞാനൊന്നിരിക്കട്ടെ ...

കാണപ്പെടാത്തത് ഉണ്ട് എന്നുള്ള ബോധ്യമാണ് വിശ്വാസം എന്ന് പണ്ട് മതബോധന ക്ലാസ്സില്‍ പഠിച്ചതോര്‍ക്കുന്നു. എത്രയോ വിശ്വാസങ്ങള്‍ ഇല്ലാത്തവയായിരുന്നു എന്ന് വലുതായപ്പോള്‍ മനസ്സിലാക്കുന്നു...ഉണ്ട് എന്ന് വിശ്വസിച്ച ഞാനോ തെറ്റുകാരി, ഉണ്ട് എന്ന് വിശ്വസിക്കണം എന്നെന്നെ പഠിപ്പിച്ച സാറോ തെറ്റുകാരന്‍ ??? ചില ചോദ്യങ്ങള്‍ക്ക് ഉത്തരം നല്‍കാന്‍ കഴിയാതെ വരുമ്പോള്‍...... ....തൊട്ടടുത് ഉണ്ട് എന്ന് വിസ്വസിചിരുന്നവര്‍ ഇല്ല എന്ന് മനസ്സിലാക്കുമ്പോള്‍ ....കണ്ണടച്ച് ഇരുട്ടാക്കേണ്ട അവസ്ഥ വരുമ്പോള്‍ ....
ഈ മൂല്യം ഞാനങ്ങു മറന്നോട്ടെ ദൈവമേ .....



THE nocturnal day

Everything could go frozen in a day's time. . .

Wind was not strong like any Mike Tyson punch, neither monsoon poured down in the middle of a snowflake parade

But cold as ever is what my expression demands to put into words, when this day opened her eyes on me...perspiring chill !!

A 6:00 am in a 29th July trounced over all the unreal imaginations of his and hers in a fleeting moment

And all else was just Mr. Magic Emperors’ art. But we let it not far away t think and thank him for getting us the ‘original US’…

 The art was perfect, rather better than perfect. Like enjoying every bit of the smooth chocolate blended with the sweetest poison.. tenderly wild…breathing love into each other..

A lifetime of sweet fragrance that would never evacuate haloed them further.

Love is just as sweet as you are !!!


tenderly tickled

i love loving you
there was no beginning and there would be no end
being kept in the unwashed winds of time
and rowing afar to the infinite snowlines
its all a new day, renewed and afresh
watching my soft finger nails caressing those untouched lips

i am getting myself back
through you and with you

i love missing you
may be the fallen tears were yet to find an answer
listening to what they say flowing on the tiny cheeks
its much beautiful than before
where art has not yet discovered a pencil to attempt...

                                                               to be contd


shadows alone

wen i look bak, i found no one
wen i stretched ma hand, no one held it
thoughts keep on
i know..the unlocked truth
you are the reason