Beyond the hindrances of
Religious fallacies,
Among the stars flying high
Over the loitering clouds;
Lies the freedom, 
The freedom to contemplate over
The very essence of life!

Because without the chances
To experience freedom
We cannot realize the
Limitations of captivities.

If God is a free bird,
As one and each want him to be,
He doesn’t need a religious cage!

The said passion for life is addictions to repetitions. Who made an animal a human? He is to blame.

By the by, animals, not excepting humans, too are stuck in routines!

Ok, then it's destiny!

Why night dreams?
Is it because the day a dream of night?
Or is it that dream carries a day in night and night in day?

May be man dreams more than lives. 
Life is what remains after dreaming.

He said to his enemy,
Be a rainbow!
Enemy became happy.

He said to his friend, 
Be a stone!
Friend became really unhappy.

His real intentions were to kill away
His enemy so fleeting as a rainbow,
And carry his friend along with him
So everlasting as a stone!

But
His friend became his enemy
And enemy friend!

What is religion?
Ask to your fellow beings, said god.
Who is god?
Ask to your religions, said god.
Who are you? 
Who am I?, self doubts disturbed Him.

But,
A flower bloomed,
And
A rainbow bowed in front!

Love conquered the questioner, forever!

Take a deep breath,
Tear a plain paper,
Draw straight lines in corners,
Let the scissors be sharp,
Now, and now,
Cut me out from my life, brutally,
Glue me on,
Inside the square,
Fold it,
Tuck it in,
Inside a book you dislike,
Schuffle the books,
And sell them wholesale!

Trapped in routines,
Sun is dead, it rises and sets,
Nothing else, the day is left alone,
So as stars in the night, lonely,
Dying days, we're paying the price,
Man has no history but only grief,
Scalding memory, all fictious,
Better be with empty sky,
Or be busy counting waves,
Dream while awake and
Live in sleep, hate those repeat,
Love or perish, no time to waste,
Life is so fleeting.

life, yes life passes through my body, 
drilling the sounds and silences,
brushing past my eyes, a rainbow,
intangible, in between the skin and veins,
piercing my skull, cuffing my heart, lub-dup, 
slowly swims through my abdomen,
into the oblivion, conjuring my vision,
tearing my soul and mind apart, into dualities,
designs birth and death for that reason;
yes, what a wonderfully strenuous experience!

that door -
the memorial of our spent time.

that allowed us getting in and leaving out by it.
that closed for us and opened when needed.
that kept our love a secret.

where did it exist now?
I forgot!

Flayed heart, blood all over,
Dripping over the paper,
Sitting under the shadow,
I write, and rewrite, my only poem.

The only cue is the guilt unsaid,
Frozen silence yet to be broken.
The worst of love is not to speak,
The best of love is never spoken.

That shameful days of our sin,
The unrefined feast of indignity,
Are enough for a narcissist to
Set the trap to satiate his own lust.

I wrote my poem, and set myself free,
For you to read and reread:
'Good n bad, Sin n virtue, true n false
Are traps set up by civilized beasts!'

You are sad and glad and selfish and generous and mad and wise and clever and an idiot!

Then I ask, who really are you?

You are that you that I perceive as you; so as I!

Fear is that if you are not looking after your mother! Nothing else!

If a master sits on a pedestal while others are on the bare floor and giving a soothing lecture on equality, the essence of spirituality, beware!; and realize that he's marketing himself, not even the false norms of humanity!

To be frank, though not realised, we have already renounced our supreme gods - Krishna, Jesus, Budha etc - and their teachings that had promised the ethereal paradise. Rather we already are blind followers of the capitalist - industrialist - consumerist modern gods and their teachings which promise paradise on earth!

The assurance of heaven embracing you now and here is the selling edge that outcasts ancient religions. After all who don't want to be Heavenly, a life king size!

'Save, Give and be happy' is replaced by 'Spend, buy and be happy'. Without any doubt we are living their doctrines, though unhappiness unfolds at every turn. Fanatics don't care hardships but just follow their bosses, you know.

Just that we need to replace old idols with new ones and start worshiping.

Our desires are so socially constructed that they can't be called our own anymore. We are mere puppets tied up to the invisible hands of cleverly designed industrial desires. They desire, to which we oblige, fight, spend, spend more and remain unhappy for their cause! The more we remain unhappy the more they reap wealth.

Survival of the fittest, untill the nature hunts down the fittest!

You are useless, they said.

What's the use of a lonely cloud?
A dewdrop at the tip of a blade?
A yellow butterfly on a red rose?
Of that lovely kitten on attic?
Of that rainbow arching over your child?
I asked.

We are compelled to pretend
Smart
Happy
Successful
And 
Free.

But, actually,
We're mere
Slaves
Of that global marketing compulsion
That if you won't pretend
Smart
You're gone!

What a time!

I see
Stupids happy,
Scholars sad.
Idiots rule,
Wisemen in misery. 
Traitors in love,
Lovers rusting.

I feel like
Earth an another planet's
Hell!

If I'm what I feel I'm,
What you feel I'm,
And what really I'm,
Do I really exist?

If ever I exist, for what
I exist in pluralities
When I wish to exist alone?
Why am I cut into many?

അലിവിലും വലുതായൊരീശനുണ്ടോ,
കനിവോളമുതകുന്ന സൂക്തമുണ്ടോ?

ഒരു കനി തന്നു കാക്കാത്ത, തരിസുഖം
തന്നു പോകാത്ത മതമെന്ന മതിഭ്രമം
മതിവരാ കാലത്തോളം മതിമറന്ന-
ന്യോന്യം പടവെട്ടി മൃതരായ് തീരുന്നു
വ്യഥാ, ഹോ തിരിച്ചറിവകലും കാലം!

What's reality?

Those unreal things that we accept readily!

Really?

Unreally really!

Lacking kindness to others how could one be kind to himself? Self realization is a myth. Better be aware that we are imperfect beasts trying to be humane. No humans exist but only beasts. Humanity is a hypocritical term, a gentle mask to hide our real beastly instincts.

How to be happy?
How to be delighted?

Because you have hidden them
In your sublime silence. 
How to rob it from you, mother nature?

You are so vast a kingdom,
The kingdom of just nothingness.

My body is bodyless.
Mind mindless.
So as soul.

Because I'm a traveler 
Through the body,
Via mind and soul.

Never I rest, never I should!

Most of the decisive things in our lives occur in our absence. Sometimes when we sleep, and other times when we dream while sleeping or awakened.

Religion is a business.
They kill for money, fame and power.
They kill dividing humanity into many.

Let's all shed all religious symbols from our daily routines.
Let us all boycott all religious centers.

I didn't celebrate Onam, Christmas or Ramzan.
Rather I celebrate any occasions with my dearests.
We sing, we talk, we quarrel and we booze.
We try to live in that wonderment of oneness.

Let us salvage even while when we are living.
Let living be our hell, heaven and the means.

Why the hell we need a religious aid?

May be we are 
Mere inflated balloons 
Floating in earth 
Whom the children of heaven
Are watching in wonderment
During their sky walk.

My wishes are like paper boats,
So simple, floating and thin,
But bearing an unbearable fear 
of sinking at any time once in waves.

Kill me,
I will resurrect for you.

Make me blind,
Still I will see you.

Will sing for you, if dumb
and
hear only your voice, if deaf.

Pierce my heart,
the blood will be of you.

because

'Who you are?'
is
'What I am!'

All disparities are superficial. Everything else, if something left, is love and divinity!

To write means to live twice, 
One harder and the other hardest, 
With none to motivate,
And none to sympathise, 
With only a clueless soul to guide,
Hoping no fame or applause,
But framing a story line to tell,
The hard work, sweat going futile,
Yet, the idiot, he writes,
B'cause he only knows to write,
None to aid, none to drive,
He drives till the dead end meets.

Between day and night
Between light and shadow
Between life and death
Between happiness and sorrow
We stay, lover, we stay.

So what’s the hurry?

Let the day come so too night,
Light and shadow, so too life and death,
Let us be happy and sorrowful,
But please, please,
Let our love stay in between, forever.

Past, present and future is indefinite.

Past in memories, present in struggles and future in hopes.

Man is indefinite!

Today morning once waking up and gaping to the mirror, I saw a plastic face, sans sanctity, dogtired and exhausted of a minirobotic circuit passing through my brain. Man is on the verge of becoming a machine, WOW!; may be a machine could buy me my humanity! Let's see.

Paint me dear artist,
Paint the real me.

Paint my blood with red,
Bones with white,
Take blue for veins,
Green for genes,
Emotions in black,
And agonies in yellow,
And
Hang me out there,
Under the blazing sun,
And allow me
Please
To vanish as a rainbow.

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പ്രണയം പാടിയതോര്‍ക്കുന്നുവോ സഖീ?

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യന്ത്രം (18 വയസ്സ്)

ഒരു ചാലിലും തളരാത്ത കാലുകള്‍. 

പാടേറെയുള്ള പാടമുഴാനും
ഞാറു നടാനും കൈകള്‍.
രണ്ടും യന്ത്രനിര്‍മിതം.

യന്ത്രം തന്നെ കച്ച മെതിക്കുന്നു.
നെല്ലുകുത്തിയരിയാക്കുന്നു.

ചില്ലിക്കാശോ, ചില്ലുപാത്രത്തില്‍
ചായയോ, ഇലച്ചീന്തില്‍ പച്ചരിച്ചോറോ
കൊടുത്ത് യന്ത്രത്തെ പോറ്റേണ്ടതില്ല.

തേയ്മാനം വന്നു തകരാറായപ്പോള്‍
മക്കള്‍ വലിച്ചെറിഞ്ഞ വൃദ്ധദമ്പതികള്‍
തുരുമ്പിച്ച് മരിച്ച യന്ത്രത്തിന്റെ
പാവനസ്മരണക്കായി വര്‍ത്തമാന-
പ്പത്രത്തില്‍ ചരമക്കുറിപ്പു
കൊടുത്ത് കൃതാര്‍ഥരായി.

love me to forget. love me to remember.
love me until you forget to love yourself.
love till night, to love again till morning.

love me to save me from life and death.
love until the days relax and the nights collapse.
and, yes, love me as if there is no other go.

tie your heart to mine and love until we meet,
because
we are not going to meet ever, that is for sure.

not meeting, may be not meeting
for love to be eternal, life has to be evanescent!

Clocks are the worst traitors.

At each beep they make you
realize that your time is nearing!

Heaven says:
Merry.

Hell says:
Merry and then worry.

No time exist.
What?
I deny existence of time.
You're mad, real mad!
Wait.
What?
Just show me the 'present'.
Here it is?
Where?
Oh... I mean, now here only.
There is no now.
Saying 'now' it becomes 'then', I agreed.
Sure?
Yes, but what about then?
Then, the past?
Yes.
Again, show me the 'past'.
How can I? It's already gone.
That's it. Past is just a memory.
Oh dear!
Then future?
Where is it?
Where?
No where. Future is just a hope.
My god.
There is no TIME for the time being or time here after!

Life is stupidly repetitive. We are nailed to it, with no escape or compromise. We are like conditioners, forced to believe in what we are doing and to love repeating it. But how could we love a routine? Is there anything anew in it, other than what we did beforehand? Yes, we try to do it better, but what's the use? Better or worse, we are doing the same things! May be because of this roundabout route, we feel empty, some times and lonely, some other times. But isn’t loneliness too repetitive? What a joke.

Black she likes, so too all shades of blue. Black is of night and blue is of sky, he thought. Night brings you dreams and the sky is vastness and freedom, he again thought still looking at her, at her long hair, or is it curly? He is not sure; but he could see that yellowish flower adorned her hair. Yes, she likes yellow too. Yellow is the color of Sun. But Sun isn’t orange? Yellowish orange, no it is red, isn’t Sun red? He is confused. Seeing his bemusement she smiled and said: 'O dear, I’m that dream which is really real. Dreams never confuse but reality does.' But busy dreaming, he left that words unheard, left that words unheard!

ദൈവം

അവര്‍ ദൈവത്തെ സര്‍വശക്തനാക്കി.

ദൈവം ചോദിച്ചു:
സ്‌നേഹത്തിനെങ്ങനെ ശക്തനാകാന്‍ കഴിയും?

അവര്‍ ദൈവത്തെ സമ്പന്നനാക്കി.
ദൈവം ചോദിച്ചു:
സ്‌നേഹത്തിനെങ്ങനെ സമ്പന്നനാകാന്‍ കഴിയും?

അവര്‍ ദൈവത്തെ അതിശയനും സര്‍വവ്യാപിയുമാക്കി.
ദൈവം ചോദിച്ചു: അതിശയിപ്പിക്കുന്നതാണോ സ്‌നേഹം?
സകലതുമായി വ്യാപിച്ചുനില്‍ക്കുന്ന അഹങ്കാരമാണോ സ്‌നേഹം?

നിരാലംബനും നിത്യമുക്തനും നിര്‍മമ്മനുമാക്കി.
ദൈവത്തിന് കരച്ചില്‍ വന്നു. നിഷ്‌കളങ്കതയോടെ കരഞ്ഞു.

രൂപിയും വിരൂപിയും അരൂപിയുമാക്കി.
സ്‌നേഹത്തിന്റെ നേര്‍ത്തച്ചരടില്‍ കൊരുത്തുവെച്ചിരിക്കുന്ന
തുഷാരമണികള്‍ പോലെ ദൈവം സ്‌നേഹത്തിന്റെ കണ്ണീരായി
സ്വയം കരഞ്ഞലിഞ്ഞ് ഇല്ലാതെയായി.

പിന്നെ സ്‌നേഹം മാത്രമായി. സ്‌നേഹം മാത്രമായി.

You’re yesterday’s bud inching to bloom tomorrow, squeezing the essence of today.

Humans are simple idiots, they like to hate those love them and love those hate, simply because they love to hate or hate to love themselves!

We may meet in an another life, an another place, an another shade of time when sun meets moon deceiving the earth, to doom. At that divine moment, we will whisper our love tale to no one but to our own ears, may be to understand each other better. We will play with the golden rays and whitish lit, hot and cold so to say. Then, you see and I see, that earth is in deluge. Suddenly, as realistic hypocrites, we will rise up to be strangers again so that what others said take us to the boring predicament that life must go on, be it in hell or heaven!

Tell me how to live flawless?
How to be wise?
How to be intelligent?
When there is no rehearsal time for the life you are living.

The life is on stage straight from the moment you are born.
Up there you become the artist, to emote the unprepared script.
No time to work out and improvise.
How sad!

She acted nervously, going up and down the stairs as if she’s not going to settle when night comes and then the day; she gaped at him innumerable times, as if looking at him for the very first time; she was silent, the way silence could spoke many things; and he wondered why she’s so much of haste only to find an answer once she disappeared abruptly that what she wanted to hear from him is simply four words tagged together: You Are So Beautiful!

We are not heroes anymore.
But just those ‘civilized’ beasts, consumerist animals.
We follow those who are following others.
We ate, lie and pretend to be happy, for whom we follow are like that.
We spend on an earth where the global economy is solely depending on debts. 
We live in a place where disease is a profitable business and love a sin.
We are obsessed with news, ads and violence; never minding they are fictions.
Our children are in a rat race and we are the cats.
We follow religions, which proclaim god is cruel, violent and kill all others who won’t follow.
We pay money for happiness, and yet again pay to get rid of that happiness.
We chose machines for progress rather than camaraderie.
We live in a place where information is unlimited but life is limited.
We eat using money came out of supplying weapons to weaklings, to kill.
Civilization is what we eat, even while we are sick of it.
Where money and power pump up, there is no chance that the peace could be established.
In a well-planned society of evils, there is no chance for us to be heroic.
So, better we claim the right to remain unhappy and be a loser.

Ok. Let God exist. But, I should say, the concept of religions are byproducts derived out of some clearly defined limitations of brain. Brain is addicted to symbolism. It likes to function in an atmosphere of symbols. It likes dualities of symbols, say sin as a symbol and virtue too. It has a symbolic fixation about love, even when you are not loving. Same way, it could make unrealistic symbols like heaven and hell. Moreover, it will go with bohemian symbolic representations like equality, universal brotherhood and secularism. Projecting man as the most developed species is another symbolic addition to his instincts to dominate one and all. Likewise, religions are mere symbols derived out of law of exploitation. Everything related to religions are enriched with symbols, so that man could continue searching among the many thousand nonsensical symbols until he die as a slave to their priestly business. Religion is nothing but the symbolic design of cunningness of man's brain to divide, exploit and enslave the mass. Let the God in you remain bravely enough without the support of any symbols. After all, you say that God is omnipresent, so why a symbolic limitation?

Undoubtedly life is a solitary confinement,
Unending.
We live together, 
But we are by ourselves, always.
Everyone is an island,
An island of their own.
Our feelings are
Incommunicable.
With all the communication tools we have
We fail to communicate anything to anybody.
It is a fatal error,
A manufacturing defect.
We utter words,
But fail to pass on the real essence.
We have no common grounds,
Where we could feel together.
We are strong rooms of our own fallacies,
Destined to suffer in solitude.
We are self shelves of our own
Lost hell and lost heaven.

door to heaven
may be that fatal process,
'the process of decay'
which makes all one.

burial of all that exist in many forms,
like animals, plants and birds,
to become one.

dust.

heaven may be a glorification
of breaking up of elements.

Trying all tactics to populate the whole world with a single race is the most horrendous terrorism! Don't think intelligent people won't understand it. Yes, the majority are idiots, but that doesn't mean that the nature is idiotic. Nature has its own law of maintaining peace and order. Meanwhile, secularism is just a term, a pseudo mask. Real secularists are we the real atheists, the minority who believe in the laws of nature and in its diversity. Beware of scientific temper, logics and thinking minds! The days are definitely of ours, even if it takes eons to achieve!

Where do I exist?

Is it in that slice of time where now you exist alone?
Or is it in that slice where I alone exist?
Or was it in the past, in that passed time, where we existed together?

On the space where you live?
Or where I live?
Space where you are present and I am absent?
Or is it vice versa?
Or is it on that past space where we existed together?

When I think about our existence together
Time multiplies
Space multiplies
Innumerable universes come to being
So much memories, dreams and thoughts engulf me.

Is that because that I really exist when in love with you?
Nowhere else?
In no other time? In no other space?

And, if so,
Is love a sort of kindness of infinite towards finite?

Man wants to be a loser not a winner, always.
Even when he wins, thinks of next failure.
When someone loves, he doubts. 
Appreciation makes him embarrassed.
He walks as a hero, while preparing himself to become a zero.
May be because he is too romantic about the losers’ game called life.

Where do I exist?

Is it in that slice of time where now you exist alone?
Or is it in that slice where I alone exist?
Or was it in the past, in that passed time, where we existed together?

On the space where you live?
Or where I live?
Space where you are present and I am absent?
Or is it vice versa?
Or is it on that past space where we existed together?

When I think about our existence together
Time multiplies
Space multiplies
Innumerable universes come to being
So much memories, dreams and thoughts engulf me.

Is that because that I really exist when in love with you?
Nowhere else?
In no other time? In no other space?

And, if so,
Is love a sort of kindness of infinite towards finite?

If there exist a unique ladder of time through which a human, when he/she decides, can walk out and disappear in the sky, forever from the earth; then no wonder all sorrows of this earth will also disappear so abruptly.

why don't we love each other?
why don't we respect?
why don't we talk?
why not spending time together?
why we are not appreciating?
why not telling, so naively:
I will always remain yours?

may be because for the one petty reason
that we forget, that we forget,
that we all, all of us, will die!
will definitely die!

Life is elsewhere

Life is a joke in a way 

And hard knock in another,
because, because 
It is happening elsewhere.

Your life happen elsewhere;
Far away from you, somewhere else.

Your sun is setting elsewhere
So too your moon rising elsewhere.

Your sky is away, so too your earth.

You're walking away from you,
Though your feet are touching the floor.

You walk and your life too is walking
Away from you pretending that it is your life.

What a joke, you are living elsewhere.
What a joke; the most painful joke of all!

When will common man understand the political - religious - industrial - terrorism nexus; global, national and regional? Oh Man, everything is business, money and hunger for power! Newsmaking, breaking, shaking, sharing, shading, trading is only for money! Divide and rule will always remain their tactic! Leave god and religions at once for heavensake! Instead spend time for love, regards and mutual respect!

We are not afraid of ageing
Or of passing away of time,
But of the feeling that lost time
Is irreversible, irreparable and
Impossibly lost in our memories.

We live in the past, in dead time.
We live to retrace the lost time
From memories, never succeeding.
We try to live back to birth while
All the way living forward to die.

Could we compare an object to an action?
Yes.
(challenges) Do it.
A mirror to sex.
(curious) How come?
Both multiply things, men and women.
(wondering) Oh!
If you hate multiplicities avoid both.
(running away) Better I avoid you.

when you are born
your death too is born
somewhere in the future.

but when love is born
time disappears and
somewhere in the infinity
even birth and death will
hug as never parting lovers
who have forgotten time.

lack of love is TIME.

City kills humans.

It kill their delicateness,
lightness of being alive,
ability to breathe gently,
drinking a song to the lees,
time for looking at pretty-
things, dead or getting dead,
and the quality of kindness.

Like a dead body on a walk,
humans walk, sans emotions,
with no wonderment or joy,
among the traffic jams and
ad dominating plastic shops
thinking about the lost past
and lost love, heavyhearted.

City kills humans, mindlessly.

We are one.
How come?
B'cause we wait for a singular fate.
Oh, come on!
We are different just for the time being. 
Hard to believe.
Yes, but it is the fact.
What is that so called singular fate?!
Death!

No memories are immortal.

Let it be traumatic, intense,
Piercing your heart, cold,
Exciting, shivering you down, 
And taking you to futility;
No memories will last forever.

Forever they fade down,
Like sand dunes sink in the sea.

Memories are grains stored in vain.

We swallow god thinking rituals and prayers could help us to overcome our wickedness. We swallow god thinking him as a forgiver of our ill deeds. We swallow god as pills for curing all our cunningness. We swallow god because he is richer than us, enshrined in modern temples. We swallow god because all others also are in queues to meet him and appease him. But, in reality, what we swallow is our own idiosyncrasies, our own involuted alter ego and our own fallacies. And mere swallowing will not rescue us from the doldrums of our own devil design called mind.

how are we going to kill away
the lagging of the seconds needle of clock?

even a second is too long, to bear.

time lapse is a void of our mind,
which reminds us of how lonely we are,
how empty we are.

even a second is too long,
too long a boredom we try hard to avoid,
but never going to succeed.

If you're
seeing something with your heart
hearing something with your eyes
and
sensing something with your ears,
that means you're in love with it!

Love reshuffles everything.

we sat in silence
when dawn arrived
we wept,
then it started to drizzle
and 
when we bid goodbye
night took back the sunshine
as if past is not past
but still passing by!

Vanishing of good art, good cinema and good music point out that we are more mechanized consumerists than instinctual humans. Humane nature of kindness, hope, regards, love and respect had been wiped off, substituted by ruthlessness, speed, competition, anger and sheer negligence; the way these have been depicted in the so called contemporary art. Man is no longer a dreamer but a self annihilator. His nimble heart is numbed forever.

Without a mirror to look in you could be a stranger for you. If not getting a chance to gape at your own reflection you may never identify that you exist in your body. Why is that you need proof that you live in your body? May be because in reality you may be living in your mind. You exist in a formless, imaginary mind?

Without a mirror to look in you could be a stranger for you. If not getting a chance to gape at your own reflection you may never identify that you exist in your body. Why is that you need proof that you live in your body? May be because in reality you may be living in your mind. You exist in a formless, imaginary mind?

Your being has two pieces. One piece lives in time and the other beyond time. The realistic former pulls you down to mundane things while the unrealistic latter pushes you up to dreams and fantasies. You are an aged idiot and an ageless romantic at once, what an ordeal!

better we meet
b'cause world is dying
so too we are...

better we meet
b'cause I'm having a strange feeling
that I'm not alone in this world...

better we meet, hurry up
b'cause world is not going to be
young enough anymore
to accept our reunion

better we meet
for parting is inevitable,
let us meet and part...

ഒരു പൂവ് ചോദിച്ചു
നീയെനിക്കൊരു പൂക്കാലം തന്നു

തേനൂറുമോർമയും, തീരത്തു
തനിച്ചിരിക്കെ കൂട്ടിനായരുവിയും
ആകാശവും മിന്നും നക്ഷത്രങ്ങളും
തെല്ലിടെ തെളിഞ്ഞണഞ്ഞകലുന്ന
മിന്നൽപ്പിണരുകളും കാറ്റിന്റെ
തൊടലും തലോടലും തീരത്തു
മറന്നിട്ട കല്ലും പളുങ്കുമീ മഹാ-
തീരത്തിൻ തീരാത്ത രഹസ്യവും
നീ തന്നെ നീ തന്നെ നീ തന്നെ -
യാണെന്ന സത്യവും എല്ലാം മറന്നിനിയൊന്നായ് തീരുവാ-
നതിനുള്ളിലതിഗൂഢമായൊളി -
ക്കുവാൻ കൊതിക്കുന്ന വിശ്വ-
പ്രപഞ്ചമേ നീ തന്നു പോയതെന്തേ?

ഒരു പൂവ് ചോദിച്ചു
നീ തന്നെ പൂവായ് പൂക്കാലമായി

Some relations are beyond bonds, understanding, world, usuallities and probabilities. Shall we call it Heavenly or Weirdly? Or Stupidly outlandish? What is that relate one to another, isn't it only an imaginary tie between two minds? Tie or untie, whose choice is it? Who knows... who knows?

Looking at the vastness of the sky, I realize how unimportant I am; except my love (love means both the verb love and the noun love). Love shrinks the vastness to my tiny self, how selfishly magical!

Failing is more lively
Than winning. 
You could be failed, 
Failing, failing worse, 
Failing better, 
Failing for a come back
And failing that is disastrous.
But winning is just
Won won won once won.

remember the day we met?
no but yes your smile.
remember the day we left?
no but yes your smile.
well, then define our love.
first smile minus the last.

By all means we are loosers.
Life cheats us with life
And death by death.

By all means we are like
Lost wings
Fallen rotten leaves
Forgotten tales
Jokes for our children to remember
Tombs of pomposity
Hypocrites of a ruined kingdom
And pebbles of a drained civilization.

Life is a feeling of loss,
Which we still celebrate.

കാടകംപൂത്തു, ധന്യതയില്‍ മഴപെയ്ത-
കതാരിന്‍ നേര്‍ത്ത പ്രതലവും തളിര്‍ത്തു.
മഴുവേന്താത്ത നിന്‍ കൈകളില്‍ നീരിറ്റി-
വാനനീലിമ പ്രണയസന്ദേശം പകര്‍ന്നു.

കാണാത്തൊടികളും കുളങ്ങളും നദിയും
നിനക്കായ് ജലസിംഹാസനമൊരുക്കി.
നിനക്കായ് ഉദിച്ചസ്തമിച്ച സൂര്യനും
നിലാവൊരുക്കിയ ചന്ദ്രനും നക്ഷത്രങ്ങളും
നീനട്ട മരത്തണലിന്‍ പതിയിടങ്ങളില്‍
വെളിച്ചവുമിരുളുമായി നിനക്ക് കൂട്ടിരുന്നു.

നീ ജലമായ്, നീ തണലായ്, നീ തന്നെ
ജീവനും ജീവിതവും ജീവജാലവുമായ്.

കനിയും കനിവും നീതന്നെ നീതന്നെയായ്.

It happens because it happens. 
Be it gloom or bloom, 
happened is happened.
Things down or up, 
Pure or sure, 
Dearing or daring,
Intended or pretended,
A leaf's fall or all that unpleasant,
Happened so is happened.
Cry or fry on a nonstick pan
Happened will happen.
Merrily so or heavily so
All that happened is just happened.

very little by little and so so
we grew in life, sometimes as
humans and sometimes beasts;
we did this and that, manytimes
without knowing what and why.
fullstops surfaced and commas too,
never knowing where to stay.
ticking one and erasing another
we thought we could safeguard us.
but life moved on, apart from us,
as a stranger who enslaved us forever.

little by little we knew that we are not
that 'what where why when' we think.

It's high time that we, the people, need to become more liberal, scientific and matured. Ban religions, ban rituals that blind us; move forward thinking in a scientific way. Find that the atoms are gods, the minuscules of all wonders that exist in the universe. Let love, respect and unity be the enlightening forces. Let us all be the saints of peace. Let this earth be our heaven. Let gods walk between us in the form of mutual acceptance, rather than walking over the never existing clouds. Amen!

Stop acting smart, unmoved;
Learn how to look weird, 
Experience failure,
Live disappointments, 
Welcome the tears of loss,
Love the lost love,
Be anxious, nervous and frivolous
Be a slave, scapegoat and stare crow,
Because life is a tricky game that
You are never going to win; it
Puts you down and takes you up
Again to push you aside and
Drowns you in uncertainty.

Is becomes was
Has becomes had
Life is all about ripening!

Power is the greatest terror! No wonder so called communism in all over the world is dwindling. Communism and Communalism derive power out by misleading the people, to act against them. State fed intellectuals won't react to anything that is against their sponsors. No writers will throw away their awards, no media persons will shout at their guardians, no poet will sing condemning wrong; because they too are partakers of the fascism which is a byproduct of dictatorial instincts of the state in the name of democracy.

Tough times await, I fear!

നാമെത്ര മാറിയീ നമ്മുടെ വഴികളും
'നാം' എന്ന ചിന്തയും കൂട്ടും കളികളും
കൂടപ്പിറപ്പെന്ന ചേതോവികാരവും
കൂടെന്ന വീടെന്ന നാടെന്ന ചിന്തയും
നാമെന്നുമൊന്നെന്ന വീറും കരുതലും
ഒന്നിച്ചലഞ്ഞുള്ള നേരംപോക്കലും
നീയെൻ തുണയെന്ന ധൈര്യപ്പെടുത്തലും

നാമിത്രമാറി, ഞാൻ ഞാൻ മാത്രമായി
നീ നീയെന്ന ഭാവത്തിൻ തന്മാത്രയായി
മുറിക്കുള്ളിൽ മുനിയായ് തപസ്സിരിപ്പായി
വീടിനെ നാടിനെ അറിയാതെയായി
കളിയും ചിരിയും നാം മറന്നെന്നേ
പണം മാത്രം വിരിയിക്കാനടയിരിപ്പായി
കുതന്ത്രത്തിലാണ്ട് വെറും യന്ത്രമായി

THE OTHER YOU

You gape at me with your toothless mandible,

May be greeting but a nightmare for me, I swear.

Your unanointed ribs, immovable radius and ulna
Exhausted femur and unnailed phalanges, fail me;
I couldn’t recognize you, how are we bound?

You are cornered; clipped to a rotten wall from the
Roof of life, down to the air filled space called death.
People call you a skeleton, ruined pieces of a cadaver.

But let me say, though a skeleton and futile to the core,
You’re less frightening than real humans, I swear!

ജനനിയെ, ജനിതകത്തെ മറന്നിട്ട്
വെറും കല്ലില്‍പ്പൊതിഞ്ഞൊരാ
ദേവീവിഗ്രഹങ്ങളെ കുമ്പിട്ട് മര്‍ത്ത്യ-
നിന്നാത്മശ്ശാന്തിക്കായി പിടയുന്നു.

സകലമഠാധിപതികളുടെയും പാദം
നക്കിത്തുടച്ച് താനും വിശുദ്ധനെന്ന്
ലോകരേ ബോധ്യപ്പെടുത്താനോടുന്നു.

കാണിക്കയിട്ടും പൂ പറിച്ചുവെച്ചും
ദൈവം മരമണ്ടനെന്ന് കരുതി
ജപതപ വ്യായാമങ്ങളിലേര്‍പ്പെട്ടും
തലനിലത്തടിച്ച് കരഞ്ഞും ശയന-
പ്രദക്ഷിണ സായൂജ്യത്തിലുടഞ്ഞും
കൊട്ടും കുടുക്കയും മുട്ടിത്തരിച്ചും
ദൈവത്തെ തരിപ്പിച്ചും ധരിപ്പിച്ചും
സമയംപോക്കുന്ന വെറും മൂഢര്‍.

അക്കാലം

കാറ്റും വെയിലും മഴയും- 

നമ്മളേറ്റം കൊണ്ട് കളിച്ചൊരുകാലം
വിരുന്നിനുവന്നൊരു കിളികള്‍
നമ്മെ കൂട്ടിനുകൂട്ടിയ പഴയൊരുകാലം
പാത്തുപതുങ്ങി നടന്നൊരു കാലം
പത്തായം പുരയാക്കിയ കാലം

നീറ്റില്‍ ചെളിയില്‍ പൊടിമണ്‍തൊടിയില്‍
കെട്ടിമറിഞ്ഞ് പുളഞ്ഞൊരു കാലം
കാട്ടുകടന്തല്‍ കുത്തിയടര്‍ത്തിയാ-
നീറ്റലില്‍ നീറിയുറങ്ങിയ കാലം
കൊച്ചുകിണറ്റില്‍ വീണൊരു പൂച്ചയെ
തൊട്ടിയിറക്കി പൊക്കിയ കാലം

കൂനകള്‍ കൂട്ടിയ നെല്‍മണിയടിയില്‍
പമ്മിയടങ്ങിയിരുന്നൊരു കാലം
വരിക്കപ്ലാവില്‍ തെങ്ങില്‍ കമുകില്‍
മാവില്‍ പുളിയില്‍ കേറിയ കാലം
തെച്ചിവളര്‍ന്നൊരു വീട്ടുവളപ്പില്‍
തെറ്റിനടന്ന് തകര്‍ത്തൊരു കാലം

അക്കാലം പോയ് അക്കഥയും പോയ്
ഒത്തുകളിച്ചവര്‍ പലരായ് പലതായ്
കോലംകെട്ടവര്‍ പലവകയായി
അപരിചിതരായവര്‍ പലവഴി പോയി

Forgetting

Forgetting is useless.

Yet we tend to forget
Simpler things in life
Those who really helped us
Our love life and innocence
Frankness over avarice
Wisdom over wealth
Sometimes, so callously,
Old parents over young children.

And what not, when that thing
is useless for our personal growth.

But, yet I say,
forgetting is useless!

Why, you in vain, is trying hard
the denial art of forgetting
when forgetting is going to be
followed by dying, sooner or later?

സമയമില്ലാത്തവര്‍

സമയമില്ലപോലും ഓര്‍ക്കുവാന്‍,

ഒന്നോര്‍ത്താ പ്രണയം വെറുതെ
വിസ്മൃതിയിലൊഴുക്കുവാന്‍...

പഴയകലാലയവാതില്‍ക്കലെത്തി
പല ചിരാതീത ചിന്തയില്‍മുങ്ങി
പുതിയകാലത്തെയോട്ടം മറന്ന-
ടുത്തിരുന്നന്യോന്യമോര്‍ക്കാന്‍
സമയില്ലെന്ന് നീയും ഞാനും.

പഴയപുസ്തത്താളുകള്‍ ദ്രവിച്ചു
പഴയ സൂര്യനും ചന്ദ്രനും മറഞ്ഞു
ഇല്ല പഴയ നിലാവും നിശീഥിനിയും
നാം നിന്നു കൊണ്ട പ്രേമവര്‍ഷവും,
ഇല്ല പഴയയാ നീയും ഞാനും പോലും.

ആകെയുള്ളതീ സമയമില്ലാത്ത നമ്മള്‍
സമയമുണ്ടാക്കിക്കളിക്കാന്‍ കൊതിക്കുന്നവര്‍
ഭ്രാന്തമായൊരോട്ടത്തിലാഴ്ന്നു മുങ്ങി
പ്രണയത്തെ ഒഴുക്കിക്കളഞ്ഞവര്‍
ഒന്നോര്‍ത്തെടുക്കുവാന്‍ ഒന്നുമില്ലാത്തവര്‍.

Truth, so tiny, is wrapped in a glittering paper, air packed with mammoth spongy lies!

Love measures distance.
More miles mean more intense.
Afar, not meeting for long,
Longing for love is love.
Long days we get lost in love. 
Lone, all alone we live in love.

Love is not about reunions.
But of bidding goodbye, always.

Long live water, so too air,
Always kindle kind-hearted fire,
Earth be merciful to us, the creatures;
For in You we live, impudent.

But, oh, You live in us with all modesty
As the way you proclaim that
Your modesty is our God,
God that sustains our well being.

(Translated from Vasishta Sudha : Yogavasishta Saram)

Nothing will give you peace except virtues, looking after your parents, spending time with loved ones, aiming achievable goals, struggling for your passions, living life in modesty, contemplating on now, slowing down your haste and living life expecting a happy ending. Nothingness is the essence. To the core, life is futile in a positive sense!

CHANGE

By looking in, looking deep within, whenever man sees a problem, a problem, of which he feels terribly ashamed, ashamed of it all day all night, and carries that shame for so many days and lot more many nights; then only he tries to change, change it a little bit, so that he could move, move further with a subsiding turbulence. Change, which is always imperfect, is first personal, second political and third social. Personal disorder cannot contribute political clarity or social order!

പ്രണയത്തിനൊരു ദിനമെന്തി-
നനുദിനവും നാം പ്രണയിനികള്‍.

പ്രളയകാലം വരെ പ്രണയംതുടരുമീ
നമ്മളേതു കാലവും പൂത്തുനിന്നവര്‍
പൂത്തുതളിര്‍ത്തവര്‍, ശിശിരവും ഹേമന്ദവും
വന്നത് പ്രണയച്ചൂടിൽ പെട്ട് മറന്നവര്‍

മഴയൊട്ടിപ്പിടിച്ചതും വെയില്‍ നമ്മേ തൊട്ടതും
നിലാവിരുളിനെ പുണര്‍ന്നതും മറന്നവര്‍

ദിനരാത്രങ്ങളില്‍ സ്വയം മറന്നന്യോന്യം
കാണാതെ, നീയെന്റെ സ്വപ്‌നം കണ്ടതും
ഞാന്‍ നിന്റെ സ്വപ്‌നം കണ്ടതും
കാലം പ്രണയമായ് നമുക്ക് കൂട്ടുനിന്നതും
നാം മറക്കാത്ത കാലംവരെ, യെല്ലാ ദിനവും
നമുക്ക് പ്രണയാർദ്രമാം ദിനം സഖീ!

Space with its omnipresence
Allowed the air to move about in it.

Air, which could be understood by touch alone
Allowed the fire to touch it.

Fire, which could be understood by touch and sight
Allowed the water to touch and see it.

Water, which could be understood by touch, sight and taste
Allowed the earth to touch, see and taste it.

Earth which could be understood by touch, sight, taste and smell
Allowed the life to touch, see, taste and smell it!

What a wonder Space is because for everything else to exist
The omnipresent Space is the essential.

(Translated from Vasishta Sudha : Yogavasishta Saram)