July

July Rains

July rains are like a soothing balm,  

Drizzling softly on your loneliness,  

Bringing wistfulness to lost memories—  

Like the nostalgia of a half-read book,  

It's pages fluttering with the scribbles  

Of immature thoughts.  

Like the scent of freshly brewed coffee  

And the warmth of hot medu vadas,  

Like the call of wrinkles on an unmade bed,  

Yearning for another cuddle, another warmth.  

July rains, indeed, are special,  

For they weave an enchanting clime,  

Like a spell of peace that lingers in the air! 

യാദൃശ്ചികം
പ്രിയതരമാർന്നൊരീ
കണ്ടുമുട്ടലുകൾ
ഹൃദ്യമാണോരോ നനുത്ത
മന്ദഹാസങ്ങളും
പറയാതെ പറയുന്ന
നൂറു നൂറായിരം ഇമചിമ്മലിൽ
അലിയുന്ന പരിഭവങ്ങൾ
അറിയുവാനേറെയുണ്ടെങ്കിലും
മറവിയൊരു മേമ്പൊടിയായി
മധുരമൂട്ടിടുന്നു....
നിമിഷങ്ങൾ കേവലം നിമിഷങ്ങളായിത്തന്നെ
മാറിടുമ്പോൾ
ഇനിയാരുമറിയാത്തൊരു
ഗാനം
ഇരു ഹൃദയങ്ങളും
മീട്ടിടുന്നു...
ഈ യാത്ര
ഒരു മധു ഹർഷമായി

For You my Love!

Thinking of you is like having a beautiful dream,  

I wish I never had to wake up!  

It always brings a smile to my face,  

Like the warmth of basking in the dawn,  

After a long, sleepless night in your arms.  

The trail of midnight walks on moonlit roads,  

Tweeting everything, saving the quest of touch.  

And in a trice, we hold our hands carelessly,  

Reaching out to the heartbeat of the other,  

Mulishly hiding our smiles in the dark, yet  

Feeling the magic of love.  

Those little heartaches when you walk away,  

With bleakness poured into my soul...  

Tears of missing your  warmth and caress,  

And wanting to go back to the time spent together.  

Imaginations are so vivid, yet incomplete without  

Your presence!  

Love was never meant to be mine,  

Then you fell upon me like celestial rain,  

Casting a magic spell on my heart,  

Giving me so many more reasons to smile!

Desire!

Cupid's Arrow

Cupid stood ready with his arrow,  

The Infatuator, poised to strike.  

Anon, he flashed a mischievous smile,  

And I, determined, turned away.  

Yet deep inside, I knew the truth—  

He was certain to strike,  

It was only a matter of time.  

All I could do was make a truce,  

The arrow would pierce me just once,  

On a day when clouds are soft and white,  

And the setting sun casts its golden light.  

Birds chirp and twitter,  

Humming a tune that mirrors my delight.  

Then, I shall set my sail and fly,  

To an island where divine pebbles lie.  

Let thy arrow bleed my heart,  

When the first ripple of fondness touches my feet.  

While stars gaze from above, deep and wise,  

I will find my purpose in your sweet, greedy guise!