ഓർമ്മകളുടെ നിഴൽവീണ വീഥികളിലെവിടെയോ വേരുകളാഴ്ത്തി നിൽപ്പുണ്ട് ഒരു നീർമാതളം. ഒരുപാട് മോഹങ്ങളെ ഉള്ളിലൊളിപ്പിച്ച കാലത്തിന്റെ നോവുകളെ ഹൃദയത്തിൽ പകർത്തിയ സുന്ദരമായ പ്രണയപുഷ്പങ്ങൾ വിടർത്തിയ ഓരോ വസന്തത്തിന്റെയും നിറങ്ങളെ മതിയാവോളം വാരിച്ചൂടിയ നീർമാതളം.
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തുണയേകുന്ന പ്രണയസൗധം!!
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അതിജീവനാഭ്യാസങ്ങൾ!
കടുംകെട്ടായി തുടരുന്ന ബന്ധങ്ങളും !
സ്നേഹം വിടർത്തുന്ന പൂക്കളാവുക നിങ്ങൾ,
ആർദ്രതയേകുന്ന കാഴ്ചയാവുക!
കണ്ണീരൊപ്പുവാൻ പരസ്പരം മത്സരിക്കും കൂട്ടരാവുക!
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ഓരോ മിടിപ്പുമങ്ങനെ ഹിതാനുസൃതമന്യോന്യമേറ്റുവാങ്ങുക!!
This magical wall attracts me like never before,
Undressing the dreamy child in me,
The magical wall smiles at me,
Invoking millions of colourful memories in me.
This magical wall excites me like never before,
Whistling at me like my menacing childhood friend,
The magical wall hugs me to my delight,
Pulling me to its scintillating beauty.
This magical wall makes me crave for my childhood,
Narrating its own story in lyrical style,
The magical wall touches my heart poetically,
Syncing like a rainbow of silent paintings and talkative poems.
This magical wall amazes me about its soulful tree,
Treasuring countless memories of photographs,
The magical wall holds the fallen leaves close to its heart,
Making the birds and the child in me to fly…
Words are scarce to describe this turmoil, When thousand innocents bleed, Our hearts are torn down, When the little ones weep, Our eyes bleed tears.
Words are scarce to describe this turmoil, When the world cries for help, Our knees tremble with fear, When the children lie lifeless, Our humanity is questioned for its ruthlessness.
Words are scarce to describe this turmoil, When the souls depart, Our hearts seek peace, When the world searches for peace, Our world calls all poets for peace…
The voice of the unspoken words…
The voice of the dying soldiers…
The voice of the rolling tears…
The voice of hungry children…
The voice of traumatized victims…
The voice of aching people…
The voice of the dead…
The voice of falling trees… The voice of the dying mother nature… The voice of life and death… The voice of extinct species… The voice of dried rivers… The voice of melting icebergs… The voice of the depleting ozone layer…
The voice of a relationship…
The voice of the people…
The voice of an orphan…
The voice of love…
The voice of the unseen…
The voice of the unheard…
The voice of the untouched…
The voice of the unexplored…
The voice of infinity…
The voice of mystery….
The voice of beauty…
The voice of appreciation…
The voice of art…
The voice of lust…
The voice of crime…
The voice of revenge…
The voice of novels…
The voice of music…
The voice of photography…
The voice of cinema…
The voice of a failed artist… The voice of a struggling performer… The voice of the common man… The voice of the universe… The voice of hope… The voice of freedom… The voice of passion… The voice of expression… The voice of anything that the heart can relate to…
Yes, I’m the voice… And my voice invokes life… And my voice is born to express…
Playing like a child, the moon giggles, Crawling like an ant on a mission, the moon reaches the gloomy coconut trees. Pretending as asleep like a lazy dog, the trees act, Lying on the blue skies like a cloud, the trees practice silence.
Touching with eagerness like a menacing kitten, The moon pulled the leaves of the lazy trees, Reacting like a thief who was caught red-handed, The coconut trees woke up laughing with the moon.
Lifting the moon like a toddler, The coconut trees played hide and seek with the moon, Holding the moon on their shoulders like a hero, The coconut trees and the moon posed for a selfie.
Burning the dreamy shadows of illusion that drew the smokey eyes. Shedding the moistened leaves of illusion that deceived the fading greenery. Frozen by an illusion.
Attenuating the deafening voices of illusion that disguised the lifting melody. Vaporizing the hypnotic rain of illusion that cozened the melting rainbows. Frozen by an illusion.
This magical wall attracts me like never before,
Undressing the dreamy child in me,
The magical wall smiles at me,
Invoking millions of colourful memories in me.
This magical wall excites me like never before,
Whistling at me like my menacing childhood friend,
The magical wall hugs me to my delight,
Pulling me to its scintillating beauty.
This magical wall makes me crave for my childhood,
Narrating its own story in lyrical style,
The magical wall touches my heart poetically,
Syncing like a rainbow of silent paintings and talkative poems.
This magical wall amazes me about its soulful tree,
Treasuring countless memories of photographs,
The magical wall holds the fallen leaves close to its heart,
Making the birds and the child in me to fly…
Gathering the chunks of time together from the ground,
Placing the broken chunks on our hands,
Sighed we! Just then,
Blew the villainous wind over the pieces of time,
The fallen victims were the time, you and me,
As the time drifted away from us..
Lying down scattered in distant corners were the time, you and me,
Searching for the broken chunks of time were you and me,
Cried we! Just then,
Struck the cold-blooded lightning on the battered pieces of time,
Broken were the time, you and me,
As the time drifted away from us…
Once walking herself into the undefined obscurity, His eyes searched her through the valleys of uncertainty, As he needed a mirror to see her again.
Tiring in vain in search of her, His eyes ache seeking an answer, As he needed a mirror to see her again.
Following the directions and paths she traveled, His eyes bleed with the uncertainty of her whereabouts and existence, As he needed a mirror to see her again.
When he was looking into the mirror, There was she looking at his eyes through the mirror, As her staring gaze sent a mystery of silence in him.
When the mirror reflected the silence in him, The deadly silence revealed millions of buried emotions in them, As the mystery clouded his eyes.
Time controlled their journey of silence, With words left untold to her, Left he looking into the mirror of mystery…
Misery can’t be this worse,
Holding her hands with a feeble touch,
Waiting to hear her trembling voice,
Wiping her tears with no hope of a sunrise,
Waiting to hear her final words,
We saw her taking her last breath,
Left she with those unsaid words…
I’m breathing a new life from her eyes, Never before have I felt so aroused, The magic she weaves through her scintillating eyes, As she paints my eyes with her enchanting eyelids…
There was a moment of silence,
When words vanished from her mouth,
The sweetened silence flowed through us,
As my eyes were speaking to her silently…
There was a moment of silence,
When I cuddled her hands with a breezy feather,
The colorful silence splashed its invisible colors on us,
As my eyes were narrating a fairytale to her…
There was a moment of silence,
When I smiled at her with happiness from rainbows,
The rhythmic silence played its muted notes on us,
As she was reading my eyes silently…
I envisioned a childish dream,
Paper boat wading through rivers,
Menacing breeze moving the paper boat forward,
Ripples portraying rainbows in front of the paper boat,
Butterflies flying on top of the rainbows,
Small fishes jumping through the dreamy rainbows,
Magic taking shape as the paper boat sailed with butterflies and rainbows…
Lying and looking at the rainy clouds,
The night was hearing the echoes of silence,
Hiding behind the gloomy clouds,
The moon was playing hide-and-seek.
Passing though the moistened trees,
The breeze came caressing the lonely night,
Looking at the skies devoid of the moonlight,
The silent night was singing with the lingering breeze.
I resemble the doped wind, Clueless about my direction, I waver like the doped wind, Wobbling my thoughts randomly.
I laugh madly like the drunken wind, Visualizing the dual dazed worlds, I dance like the drunken wind, With my own foolish dance moves.
I blink my eyes like the doped wind, Looking at the full moon in awe, I open my lips shakily like the drunken wind, Talking to the alluring full moon unknowingly.
The winds, strong enough to make me poetic again, The impact is clearly evident, as the winds kiss the trees with strong passion. The flying trees make me dream again, The visual of the most dazzling girl on earth, Having her hair cut loose in the direction of the moving winds.
The winds, strong enough to make me poetic again, The chemistry is clearly evident, as the raindrops kiss her lips, The visual makes me to realize, The love is near and I’m in love again…