Talking Eyes

I believe that, the eyes are most Innocent and trusty part of us.... they can talk to others, even if we don't want to .... sometimes those expressions are miss understood or miss-leaded...  i miss leaded at once, only once...but the price was intolerable.... anyways still i'm believes that eye's can't lie.....

A Train To Death

Ma Sorrows always be mine.....

If i feel broken or If I'm dipped in Great Grief, my Mom's shoulders always there for me. But if the shoulder blames me then...... :'(  [i don't have any hope left]

Sad Face :(

Ma Holly Book

Mom, it’s an exquisite word in the whole universe, either me too. Her tears, sorrows or even her burdens, it’s all forbidden from me, she bear whole it alone. In ma childhood ma world was just around her.  Mom taught me to pray, pray for nothing but 4 the good days ahead….. I never knew, how god looks, but I found him, in the form of Sun shine, Nimbus, Ma mom’s friends and Grocery owner.

I never had enough good pair of cloths to ware, so I prayed to sun shine, to drain ma cloths fast…

Ma mom’s friends gave me coins for bus fair, so I can skip ma long walk to school…….

 I prayed for Nimbus, not pour the rain at night, because we couldn’t get the sleep at night under the leaking roof……

 Then the Grocery owner, he gave the daily bread for credit, even our credits are exceeds ………………..

Sometimes mom dip in to a grief, her hush stays for days,,,, ma questions are unanswered or rather  ends with a deep sigh………………. At that times I took the credit book of that grocery store, it’s the yard stick to determine ma mom’s tears. Because how bigger its valves much deeper her sorrows …………..

So when I took that credit book, I always pray to god, to minimize the amount on it ….. I believed that, it was ma Holly Book………………….

scream for Justice

Why do bad things happens to good people

എന്നെ പോല്‍ ഒരുവന്‍

one of ma dear friend, he taught me the meaning of friendship

Endless journey

Endless journey.......................the way i forget ,where i came from......
there is no turning back...........only the dry land and sand winds are waiting for me.... but ma hope looking for an oasis..........

My Solitude

Switched to a mob from my village......but i brought my solitude.......

Deeply Madily Love with ma huddle to fly

Chains are left me free...... i never knows what the "care free world " would be...
I hadn't any thoughts before... "where i should go & What i should do" ... its complicated ......

Bubbly

Secret In Their Eyes

There are two sides of us, one is brighter and  other is darker [like god and evil]........  its like an eclipse....  when the darker side comes out...  then there isn't any bright side

Hanker for Rain

Ma heart always hanker for rain to come.... because i believe that , the rain can bring ma childhood memories, also it wipe away ma sorrows....

Broken

""ma dreams and wings are broken.... i cant fly way , no tears left to cry.....
heart is stops its beating, so i can't smile from  depth of ma heart .......
i destined to live here with u""   :(

രക്ഷപെടല്‍......

മരവിച്ച മനസ്സുമായി പറക്കാന്‍ തുടങ്ങിയിട്ട് കാലങ്ങള്‍ ഏറെ ആയി .....

ചിറകുകള്‍ തളര്‍ന്നു തുടങ്ങി ... വിദൂരതയില്‍ ഒരു മരം ,,, ഇലകള്‍ അധിക മാ യൊന്നും ഇല്ല. അതി ശയിത്യം , ആയതിനാല്‍ ആകാം .

ആ മരക്കൊമ്പില്‍ ഒരു ഇടം തേടി.

സൂരിയന്റ്റെ ചൂടില്ലാത്ത പകലുകള്‍,... ആകാശം നിറയെ നക്ഷCതങ്ങല്ലും ,, മരം കോച്ചുന്ന തനു പ്പുമയി രാത്രി കളും കടന്നു പോയി......

ആ മരത്തിന്റ്റെ അവസാന ഇലയും കൊഴിഞ്ഞു പോയി.... തനുപ്പിന്റ്റെ കാഠിന്യം രക്തത്തെ പ്പോലും കട്ട പിടിപ്പിക്കുമോ എന്ന് ഭയന്ന്.....

"[""" ഭയം,.... മരണ ഭയമോ.... അറിയില്ലാ .....,, മരണത്തെ ഭയക്കുമോ അതും അറിയില്ലാ... എന്നാല്‍ ഈ ജീവിതം എന്നെ ഒരു പാട് ഭയപ്പെടുത്തുന്നു ..... ..... "]

ജീവിതം എനിയ്യും ഭാക്കി... എനിയ്യും എന്റ്റെ കാത്തിരിപ്പു വെറുതേ....
പറന്നുയര്‍ന്നു എവിടെക്കെനന്നരിയ്യാതെ ... ചക്ക്രവലാതെ ലക്ഴ്യമാക്കി ...
ഈ യാത്ര മരണത്തിന്റെ സന്തോഷം നിറഞ്ഞ മുഖം നോക്കിയോ അതോ തിരിച്ചു ജീവിതത്തിന്റ്റെ കയിപ്പെറിയ അനുഭവങ്ങളിലെക്കോ ... യാത്ര തുദരുന്നൂ... ലക്ഷ്യ ഭോധമില്ലാതെ ,,, എങ്ങോട്ടെന്നറിയാതെ ....

God,Me n Ma Tears

em like a Pappus ,... floating in the blue sky,
i start to sip all the joy in ma life, but it doesn't take much time, to take over the thunderstorm n hit hard. Then I fall like a cannon ball from the sky.......

God and me are so close, so he never felt fed up, while he playing with me....
neither me too .........

Blue Mist

  Soliloquy: "if I won’t be walk on that rainy day, I never gonna met her……."

  I was watching every rain drops falling at near my window, I can’t portrait that beauty. My heart fervor for getting wet by rain, I got out and start walk on….

The rain came to know, my feeling and affection, that made me soak, also bliss instilled in my heart n the cold rain slowly reached in my heart..

  An old village road, water grooves and morass drawn pictures among the muddy road. Suddenly the storm overclouded, the visibility became poor and poor,

Angry wind wants to tell me something, but the woods murmuring and voice of the raining r distracted me from that.    I realized the pouring rain not gonna abate soon. I had to take a cover from the storm.

I ran in to the woods , took a shelter under a tree n I found that I wasn’t alone up there. A butterfly, an ordinary one, I Comprehended the truth, when she unfurls her wings, that I was wrong about her at first.

                          “She is beautiful as a blue rose”

My curiosity made me, one step close to her. She looks afraid because of the whether rather than me. But my movements are made her panic and start to fly through the rain

                          “Butterfly can’t fly in the rain”

I knew the fact, when she did. Actually the things are even got bad when she start fly away. I saw her, looks she was in the middle of war field. The rain drops are like a cannonball n try to hit her with full force. She was barely managed to escape some of those but at last she got hit by one. And fell in the rushing water grooves.

Did I hear yelling for help? But voice was blend in the sound of rain and storm…. I hadn’t any Idea what to do. I just freeze one second. When ma conscious back I ran for her help. Her wings are almost wet, when I carried her from the groove. She was shivering. I didn’t get, the cold or fear, which one made her shiver. I kept close to ma warm heart and ran back to ma home. But it wasn’t that easy to run, like a gloomy light same as the pouring rain. I fell so many times but I never stops neither lose her grips.

I reached ma home after a long run. Quickly I made up a fire in the fireplace and took a chair to sit at near the fireplace……. The warm flames are heat  me up as well as ma body. I opened ma palm. Her wings are still trembling, then after a while she back in normal. I’m surprised because she never tries to fly away from me. She might think that I’m harmless. Time after time ma mind close to her, we share our stories at night ends…… she reminds me ma unborn sister…

Tweeting sound of birds and the dawn sun lights are woke me from ma sleep….. I don’t know when i slept over, then ma eyes are looks for her, but I couldn’t find her at near. I seek all over but she wasn't left any trails, I called her name, she never heard ma voice…….. She vanished like a mist in the wind….

But I never quits , I search on every flocks for her face… unfortunately every ones face as same as her……………………………………………