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!