ദൂരെ,അകലെ,അക്കരെ!

ദൂരെ ഇടിമിന്നലുക്കള്‍ പതിഞ്ഞു കേള്‍ക്കുമ്പോള്‍ അങ്ങ് എവിടെയോ പെയുന്ന മഴയുടെ തണുപ്പ്‌ മേലാകെ പടര്‍ന്നിരുന്നപ്പോള്‍, പ്രതീക്ഷകള്‍ ഞാന്‍ അറിയാതെ തന്നെ അകലെയുള്ള മേഘങ്ങളേ തോട്ടിരുന്നു. അക്കരെക്യുള്ള ദൂരം ഞാന്‍ അന്നേ അറിഞ്ഞിരുന്നു. ദൂരെ, അകലെ, അക്കരെ - എന്നും എനിക്ക് കൌതുക്കം ജനിപിക്കുന വാക്കുകള്‍ മാത്രമയിരുനില്ല. പ്രതീക്ഷകള്‍ ഈ വാക്കുകളിലൂടെ ആണ് നടന്നത്. ഇനിയും തൊട്ടറിയാനുള്ള പ്രതീക്ഷകളിലെക്യുള്ള ദൂരം വന്നു ചേരാനുള്ള മഴകാലങ്ങള്‍ക്കുംമപ്പുറം ആന്നെന്ന തിരിച്ചറിവില്‍, കാതിരിപിന്റെ സുഖം തരുന്ന കാറ്റിനെ പിന്തുടരുന്നു ഞാന്‍!
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അതെ, പൂകള്‍ക്ക് മണമുണ്ട്!

നഗരത്തില്‍ വളര്‍ന്ന അവന്‍ ചെടിച്ചട്ടികളിലെ പൂകളെ മാത്രം കണ്ടു. നഗരങ്ങളില്‍ നിന്ന് നഗരങ്ങളിലെക്യ്‌ പായുനതിനിടയില്‍ ഒരികല്‍ അവനു വഴി തെറ്റി. അവന്‍ ആദ്യമായി പുഴ കണ്ടു. കിലുങ്ങി ചിരിക്കുന്ന പുഴ അവന് വിസ്മയമായി. പുഴയോരത് അവന് പൂകളെ ചട്ടികളില്‍ അല്ലാതെ കണ്ടു. അവന് ഒരു പൂവ് പൊട്ടിച് മണത്തു. പറഞ്ഞു കേട്ട കഥകളെ അവന്‍ ആദ്യമായി വിശ്വസിച്ചു. അതെ, പൂകള്‍ക്ക് മണമുണ്ട്! അവന് വന്ന വഴിയിലെക്യു തിരിഞ്ഞു നോകി. അവന് തിരിച്ചറിഞ്ഞു, മാറി വന്ന വഴിയില്‍ ഇനിയുമേറെ കാണാകാഴ്ച്ചക്കള്‍ ഉണ്ടെന്ന പ്രതീക്ഷയില്‍ അവന് മുന്നോട്ടു തന്നെ നടന്നു.
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You.

When my requiem of love ended, only you were along.
You were the only one helped me walk.
You gave me solace when I was hearing the roar of seas within.
You came as light when darkness clutched my eyes.
You called me from behind; you walked alongside, you compelled me to run after you.
All through the alley you were holding my hand.
Your smile became my inspiration to touch tomorrow.
Your deep stares gifted me hope.
When I became tired – you became the flowing river.
When I was about to sleep – you did lay beside.
You touched my eyebrows; waking me to a new dream – to live.
You became my new lover; my wife.
You became the rain to soothe me to new.
You walked along with me to the road end. You kissed me adieu.
You pushed me to the crowd. You walked back.
Years have passed.
Even though I forgot your face; I still feel your warmth, your luck.
I would like to be with you once again- only to see the change along the alley; and to see whether smiles are still blooming in you.
I thank you. I owe you my life.
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Where did I lose my self?

Do I have anything to say? I think I have a lot – but I need a listener.
The memories which the forgetfulness don’t need, doesn’t let me sleep.
My tastes are changing. My emotions are being canned to murkiness.
Through the broken space of my window I can see the night rain slowly touching down. The soundless rain. I would love to cry aloud to tear the morbid silence. Gloominess lives in my paining head. It buzzes around me.

The rivers which are flowing into me are changing its course. I dream of drowning into seas constantly. I become breathless in the surf, I suffocate in the bed.
It’s a state where I’m unable to neither reach the river nor cross the seas.
Why I’m standstill? Were my dreams were the imaginations of the night? Why do my thoughts scaling to undesirable heights? Where did I lose my self? Where did I lose me?

I looked outside once again through my broken window. The rain has stopped. The crickets are creaking. Until now was I talking alone? Or were you with me? Were you hiding somewhere? I know that you were near me. I was talking to you. The darkness was the veil. You were the one who instilled hope in me; the dreams in me and the ego to stand out as me. You are my only listener- the one who befriended me in my every anguish. I was sure that you were hiding here. Thank you for letting your ears. I would like to hug you – my dear loneliness. I love you a lot.
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Piano Friends!

I believe friends are like keys on a piano. Whatever sounds they make individually they stick together to create a unique song. Life.

Colour changes!

Colour changes when it mixes.
Colour changes when it’s rotten.
Colour changes when it is ripe.
Colour changes when it fades.

Seasons change colours.
Seas’ change colour.
Chameleon changes colour.
Woman changes colour!
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How I erase Seasons!

Could you erase a season from your memory?

It’s hardly possible – yet somewhere there is a possibility.

I have had a few faces- smiled along my smiles- forming lively seasons.

My spring, my summer, my fall and my winter were their smiles.

They made me believe; the life will be always the same.

At this point of time, I disbelieved my dreams,

in which, I’d drowned deep into the green seas.

I also tried to disbelieve the prophecies of my inner mind.

But the seasons really change.

The sunshine smiles fade. 

A higher tide again clasps me in its fearful white surf.

Slowly I try to forget all the seasons.

But again new seasons form.

I erase old seasons adding new ones.

Surf is again above me. Tide is getting bigger.

I smile looking at the faded smiles.

Smilingly I ignore the offered smiles.

Blankly I accept newer smiles only to ignore when the season ends.

I make things possible. I ignore me!

Seasons form. Tides are getting bigger.

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