നാം രണ്ടു യുഗങ്ങൾക്കിപ്പുറം,
അല്ലെങ്കിൽ ഒരുവേള രണ്ടു ജന്മങ്ങൾക്കിപ്പുറം,
എന്തിനു കേവലം രണ്ടു ശതകങ്ങൾക്കിപ്പുറം,
നമ്മേ അറിഞ്ഞിരുന്നെങ്കിൽ,
അലിഞ്ഞുപോകുമായിരുന്നതല്ലയോ
ഇന്നു നമ്മേ പൊതിയുന്നൊരീ നിശ്ശബ്ദതതകളെല്ലാം!

ഒന്നു തൊട്ടാൽ നിന്നിലേക്കെത്തുന്ന ദൂരത്തു
ഞാനിരിപ്പെങ്കിലും,
ഏതോ മഞ്ഞലയിൽ കരുങ്ങിയെൻ തോന്നലുകൾ
നിന്നേ വലംവച്ചു പോയതല്ലാതെ,
അറിഞ്ഞതില്ല നീ, ഞാനോ ആവിമൂകതയിൽ
വീണില്ലാതെയായി!

സമയങ്ങളീണങ്ങളായിരുന്നു പണ്ടെങ്കി-
ലിന്നവ കേവലം പറവകൾക്കു,
വിഹായസ്സു  മാത്രമായി!
ഇന്നു നാം വഴികൾ പിരിയവേ, സഹയാത്രി,
നിന്നോടുഞാനെന്തു പറയേണ്ടു!
ഉള്ളിലേക്കെടുത്ത അവസാന പ്രണവായുവും
നിന്നോർമയിൽ മാത്രമായിരുന്നുവെന്നല്ലാതെ!
സഹയാത്രി, ഇനി നിന്നോടു ഞാനെന്തു പറയേണ്ടു!

Masterpiece!

It was everywhere...
Bright and light,
Forms of art!

In the broken cups with mud stains

and in shattered bangles,
In those wrinkled bed sheets, unmade
and in half-dried roses,
There was pure art..

When the trees bend in storm and the
clothes whirled to it's tunes,
When the monsoon mornings
Left it's tear-drops on leaves,
There was beauty in art..

When lovers kissed behind the shades of trees
And wild flowers bloomed in melancholy;
There was the silence in art..
When the old couples held their hands and
walked past squares, slowly,
Life was beating in art!

When tear drops dried halfway through your cheeks,
And the slipping hair strands veiled your face,
There was romance in art!

But, when I looked inside.. my heart,
There stood an image of nothingness 

a gleam of empty hues 
Crystal, pale,
Staring at me from void!

The day distress stamped my heart
So heavily with longingness,

For all those beautiful shades of art
I drank the elixir offered by thee
At the shrine of our shared agonies,
Kissing thy lips hopelessly!

In the upheavals of that love,
I fell deep down to the gloom,
Breaking my heart entrancingly!

The hurt, the wound,and the colour of thy 
bleeding thoughts,

stained my soul with the velvety red of 

Sorrow and grief,
An art, that I have became 
Then was worth a masterpiece!!!

Disclaimer- this is not co- incidental

I was not writing for a while.

May be I loved the outward silence it projected. Sometimes deceiving the world around about the beats that are playing inside your head is an act of doting yourself. It helps even in tricking your own mind to an inebriated melancholy!!!

The akvarellblock papers you bought for me from the shop opposite to the park with that big bougainvillea fencing, left untouched and was covered with the dust of my disownment. The words I had mustered once at ease, have now abandoned me for the want of emotions, which had been drained out while scribbling those letters never posted to you!

It is so strange to know, how the importance of things you once hold close to your heart, lose it's  magic and charm over the time or how we teach ourselves that it no more has any importance. Walking with you every evening, was one of the most important routine of my life. Now sitting here alone and looking at those routine strollers, all I wonder is... whether it was ever important to you?

I was never afraid to voice my feelings, but somehow, I lost the art of playing it in soft tunes. How strange is it to see someone walking away from your life and feel the numbness in your heart, that you stand holding up the weight of the entire universe you built together, on your shoulder alone, trying hard not to drop it and yet seeing it scattering all around you. For a while one even forgets to breathe! 

You have given me such super powers!! You made me realise a lot that which I never knew existed in me! May be I should thank you here. 

I was so ordinary a soul with some scratches and stitches here and there. Hope was my religion and miracles my belief! You made me feel so special for a while only to shook me up to the reality and to sink back into my ordinariness again; leaving everything that has happened between us just a mirage! 

But, now that I have outgrown the disinterests of you,  one thing which weighed me down, I can rightfully claim the share of the Wisdom that once was hidden away from me; which is now revealed and bestowed by your sheer indifferences.

You don’t lose people from your life... you dont stop loving them either. You just get use to the distance and their absence. You learn to sing along to the music playing in your heart and start enjoying its rhythm alone. But deep down your heart misses one beat to every rhythm and it brings moist to your eyes. But then, it is life after all... just like any other win-win game. You need to play along untill you totally lose all its beats!

Well.. nevertheless to say, I do like the pause n replay button.. lot more than the alt+cntrl+delete.. ;)

So here I am... refurbishing again the best story of my life!

Let's do this together

For those who look for the colour of faith
In the corpses of children who are dead of brutal rape..
Look at the face of your lil' girl and see her smile
And let it sink in for a while,
Did you find any colour in there..
of 'the faith' you hold so dear??

Their faith is your love
Their belief is in you
They know only to trust
N' weep when they are away from you.

A child is born to a man
But belongs to all
They are the lilttle treasures
every nation dearly beholds.

Please do not justify one death with other
But, cry aloud and together..
Repend our actions
Coz' we have failed them all!
Please do not discriminate
Children of any kind
Its our duty to bring them justice
Of the same kind

For, the act was same
The crime was same
The pain was same
The misery was same

Let no politics interfere
Let no colour of faith interfere
Let the trial be fair,
To serve justice to the victims of an act so unfair!

I am silent...
Not because I am a Hindu and you were a Muslim
Not because I am afraid that I may be labelled as a terrorist if I speak for you
Not because you are not related to me by blood
Or because, I dont feel your loss by my heart..

I am silent.. 
Beacause my words have lost its charm,
And my tears lost its meaning..
In a country where the dark corners know only to molest a woman's body..
A country that lost its senses to religion, to see the tenderness of a child
n where the shrine of a temple became abattoir of an innocent life...

A country that morns in every rape death,
But close it conscience to humanity at large..
A country that sold its soul to dramas n forgot all its virtues.
And where religious vandalism is a holy act.

I am silent
Because I live in a country with morons who  justify a criminal act with a religious text which has long lost its glory...

I am silent
Beacause my country is deaf..
And my screams of agony n pain are viewed
just as a funny act of feminism!

Yes we are different..
You lost your life
N I lost my soul to it...
But yes, I too am an abettor!!