Tuesday, 31 May 2011

The Breaking Dawn

Early morning is an awesome sight,
When dawn awakes from the depth of night.

I got a chance to watch the twilight,
The beauty was surreal, I felt feather light.

The crescent moon seemed to be a broken ring,
As if lost from the finger of a king.

Surrounding the moon were the remaining stars
Just like droplets from Unicorn scars.

A pale light was peeking from behind horizon,
A reddish glow turning rapidly to crimson

It was a wet dawn, the onset of monsoon,
It had rained yesterday, mother nature's boon.

The chirping of crickets could still be heard,
The swan songs before being meals of a bird.

An owl was hooting on a nearby tree,
Off to a sleep after a hunting spree.

The Sun was rising, spreading warmth all around,
The world was rising, healthy and sound.

Chirping of birds were the first of the voices,
That reached my ears. Ah! the best among choices.

The world is awake, off to another day,
The usual daily business, is about to get under way.

Sunday, 29 May 2011


കഴിഞ്ഞ ദിവസം ഞാന്‍ ഒരു കല്യാണത്തിന് പോവ്വണ്ടായി. ചുറ്റോറം ആളും ബഹളോം തന്നെ………
ഒരു കണക്കിന് സീറ്റ്‌ കിട്ടി. ന്നിട്ട് മണ്ഡപത്തിക്ക് നോക്കീപ്പോ, ചെക്കനേം കാണാല്യ, പെണ്ണിനേം കാണാല്യ. കൊറേ ക്യാമറക്കാര്ടെ മൂട് മാത്രം കാണാണ്ട്. അപ്പൊ, ന്‍റെ അട്ത്ത് ഇരുന്ന ഒരു കാരണോര്‍ പറയാ: “പണ്ടൊക്കെ കല്യാണത്തിന് കാര്‍ന്നോമ്മാരാ പറയാ എവിടേ നിക്കണ്ടി, എന്തേ ചെയണ്ടി ന്ന്. പ്പൊ അങ്ങന്യൊന്നുവല്ല. ക്യാമറക്കാരാ പറയാ എവിടേ നിക്കണ്ടി, എന്തേ ചെയണ്ടി ന്ന്. കാലം പോയൊരു പോക്കേ…”
കൊറേ നേരം ഇരുന്ന് മടുത്ട്ടാവും, ന്‍റെ മുമ്പില്‍ ഇരുന്ന ഒരു വല്യമ്മ പിന്നിക്ക് തിരിഞ്ഞ് ന്നോട് ചോയിച്ചു. “ കെട്ട് കഴിഞ്ഞോ മോനേ?” “ഇല്യാ വല്യമ്മേ” ഞാന്‍ പറഞ്ഞു. “ഓ, ന്നാലും സാരല്യ. കെട്ടൊക്കെ ഇനി ടി.വീല് കാസറ്റ് ഇട്ട് കാണാ. ഞാന്‍ വേഗം പോട്ടെ. ഇല്ലെങ്ങി ഒന്നാം പന്തീല് സീറ്റ്‌ കിട്ടില്യ. പ്പൊ തന്നെ എല്ലാരും അങ്ങട്ട്ട് എത്തീണ്ടാവും”
കൊറച്ച് കഴിഞ്ഞപ്പോ, ഒരു കയ്യടി കേട്ടു. താലി കെട്ട് കഴിഞ്ഞൂത്രേ. മണ്ഡപത്തില് അപ്പളും ക്യാമറക്കാര്ടെ മൂട് തന്നെ……
ഞാന്‍ ന്നോട് തന്നെ പറഞ്ഞു: “കാലം പോയൊരു പോക്കേ…….”

Saturday, 28 May 2011


Sometimes I wonder, what is a bubble?
Its so beautiful, but yet so humble.

It is a perfect cute little sphere,
Causes no one no fear.

It barely lasts more than a minute,
Yet watching it gives us, a joy infinite.

All seven colours of the rainbow converge
Upon the bubble as if it’s a mirage.

It bursts in a second, yet the image lingers.
Leaves a moist imprint, on our fingers.

At times my dreams are a little like the bubbles.
They are beautiful, but not so humble.

Both are ruined in a matter of minutes,
And the joy both give knows no limits.

Dreams, like bubbles, have colours in plenty,
And the good things in a dream are also not scanty.

The bubbles, when punctured, leave a moist mark,
But the dream, when ruptured, causes our minds to go dark.

The agony of a broken dream is unlike any other pain.
The effect is so horrible, as if cutting a vein.

Most times, my dreams are broken.
And so is my mind vigorously shaken.

But my heart is an idiot, for never does it learn.
In spite of everything, it continues to yearn.

It never loses hope, never ceases to dream.
It creates its own world, an impossible realm.

But who am I to blame the heart?
Its doing what it should, just playing its part.

I make bubbles, knowing all of them will burst,
So you decide, whom should I blame first?

Friday, 27 May 2011

New Moon

Today it’s the full moon up in the sky,
But in my mind the new moon is on the high.

Just like the sky, all dark and dull,
My mind is blank. All too still.

Good bye’s been said,
Farewell’s been bid.

There is no longer a scope.
Not the slightest hope.

She’s gone from my life, oh yes she’s gone,
But damn, I’ll miss her, I feel so alone.

Gone is my love. Its there no more,
My life is empty, nothing to store.

She felt bad ‘coz I gave her pain.
Now there’s no comeback, all my efforts in vain.

It was a short, but cute love story
Now that it’s over, I feel terribly sorry.

Where I went wrong? I myself don’t know.
It’s all over, the end of the show.

My life is as bleak as a winter landscape.
From this agony, there’s no escape.

I’m so sad, so full of sorrow.
I don’t know what’s awaiting me tomorrow.

I tried to hate her, I tried to forget.
But I’m unable to let go of that bloody regret.

I let her go, it was my bad.
And the goddamn grief is driving me mad.

Oh! Can I ever forgive myself?
I guess not, I was so full of myself.

That’s been the problem all along,
My stupid ego, as big as King Kong.

The poem of my love, an unfinished work
Cannot be revived, that’s my bad luck.

Everyday of my life is now a new moon
A reprieve from this, I won’t get it any soon.

Friday, 20 May 2011


മലയാളിയുടെ കര്‍ത്തവ്യബോധം: മലപ്പുറം കോട്ടക്കുന്നില്‍ നിന്നും ഒരു ദൃശ്യം 

Monday, 2 May 2011

Good Bye

She was my very first crush.
Whenever we met, I used to blush.

She was one of those few perfect girls.
She was as perfect as those rare shiny pearls.

“Beautiful” is not the word for her.
“Gorgeous” would be somewhat better.

She can’t be expressed with a single worthless word,
For her charm is almost beyond this world.

She is soft-spoken, and is good natured,
So is her face, perfectly featured.

I never thought I would be so sad,
When she’s gone. Oh! Its driving me mad.

The thought that we won’t meet again,
Is slicing my heart, causing a lot of pain.

My eyes are welling with tears, which is rare,
I don’t cry often, ‘coz pain, I can bear.

But such grief, I’ve felt never before.
The pain of parting, its unbearably more.

“Why would I miss her?” I start to think,
“As you never talk”. But still there is a link.

Between me and her, known only to me.
I never voiced it, for it was not meant to be.

At this juncture, there’s nothing I can do.
She is going. And that fact is true.

Oh Ash, I’ll miss you so much.
And I dearly hope I can keep in touch.

I know it isn’t possible, but still I wish,
‘Coz that’s the only thing I can accomplish.

I wish you the best, hope you remain the same.
And for sometime at least, you remember my name.

Sunday, 1 May 2011


ആര്‍ക്കുമാരോടും എപ്പോഴുമെങ്ങനെയും
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