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.