Time to move on

The crowd has thinned

The voices have been lowered

Everything is starting to look familiar again

The concrete house bore no marks of death

All it bore was an empty room

Its time to move on

Picking up my shattered heart

Drying out my tears

I bury my sorrows by getting busy again

Death is the only certainty in life

Still I find it hard to believe

I wish the reality was just a nightmare

And I will wake up in a land of good dreams

Pain

Angel voices imitate a devil’s tone

Everything is hostile

Even the drinking water, she is afraid

Maybe be poisoned

She don’t try to hide the puffiness

Of her cried out eyes

People pretend not to care for her tears

Even if they care they pretend not to see

They are playing blind in a world

That is already filled with darkness

She wanders around in the desert

See a tree at the distance

She crawls towards it

Dragging her blistered legs

A tree that is scantly dressed

With a few leaves for the sake of pride

She leans against the tree

It was too late, by the time she realized

The tree barks were full of thorns

As she pulled away

It had already bruised her skin

The pain was unbelievable

All she could think about was the pain

One way it was a blessing for her

A few minutes of escape from the mental maim

A few minutes away from the sins those haunt her

A few minutes of oblivion, a true bliss in her life

Goodbye

Patching up my broken heart

I try my best to put on a brave face

Suppressing a howl from inside

I try my best to hold back my tears

Its goodbye forever

I plant a last kiss on her cold face

Tears and tears are all I have to say goodbye

Life won’t be the same again

Without her, life won’t be the same again

20 years of love gone in a blink of eye

All I have is memories and memories alone

If there is an afterlife, I will hold her hand again

Till then its goodbye

If there is no such thing as afterlife

Her memories will die when…I die

A sweaty summer

This summer in Kerala has been the hottest summer in my 20 years of life. Not even summer rains are there. Of course our Kerala meteorological department is happy with that. So that they don’t have to make wrong predictions, about if it will rain or not. They simply have the job of telling the temperature (No offence intended, its just that they make a lot of mistakes in their predictions. Most of the time it’s the opposite of what they predicted that happens. So their predictions are a pretty good joke around here). Local newspapers are doing a probe into the reasons for the hot summer in Kerala and they concluded that local deforestation and rise in number of vehicles are the culprits. All have reasons but where is the solution ? Of course cutting down on our consumption is one thing.Hmm….. summer time is the peak time for A/C sale and accordingly increased consumption of electricity. We all are wonderful speech – makers. But when it comes to ‘doing’ not so good.   People have the freedom to do anything with their money ,but is it right? thatz the question.A little bit conscious- check is required now and then.  All of us are leaving our little carbon footprints on the world. That “little little” footprints have led to the whole global warming cliché and subsequently I am suffering from a hot summer. Not only me others too……Right now my hands are getting sweaty while typing this, but no problem the keyboard is supposedly water-proof (more correctly spill resistant)..... :)

Cloud cuckoo land

Living in a “cloud cuckoo land”…I always think things to be better than what it really is. Call me optimistic. But if I am down with a fever I think about the joys of staying home without doing anything and watching TV all day and my parents spoiling me with all the pampering till I get better. But once I am better I would have a lot of pending lessons to study. I have to catch up with the college gossip that I missed for whole one week. And life gets busier than it usually is..ok now I am thinking all the negative things..so after all I am not living in a “cloud cuckoo land”.

Rainbow

A walk in the drizzle 

Humming a long lost tune

Lost in my thoughts

Always I have loved the concept

Of rediscovery of lost things

Sometimes I stand still

To let my hair get caught up in the wind

Again I resume my walk

Rays of sun began to peep out through the clouds

Like little spotlights 

Scattered here and there

They pick up the insignificant things 

On the ground

And a gust of wind blows

Sweeping away the whole rain clouds

I curse the wind who took my rain away

I wanted to continue my rain walk for some more

As I sat down on the roadside bench

Thinking what a spoil-sport wind is

A line of colours caught my eye

Wow...that is a rainbow

I brush up my memory about rainbows

First things that came to my mind are

The "VIBGYOR"..in my science class

Then there was some recollection 

About photos and videos 

I can't remember the last time 

I saw one for real 

So I felt like I am seeing it for the first time

Seeing is believing

Its no good sitting in front of my PC

And googling for nature wallpapers

I am the proud member of nature clubs

But how often do I venture out?

Tour packages inside an itinerary 

Won't do the job....its just all planned

I want spontaneity and the unexpected

If you dare be a hitchhiker

Sleep under a starless sky

And wake-up under a blazing sun

H mm..wind does have commonsense

To clear the sky for a splash colours

Instead of clinging to the dull grey rain clouds

I sometimes like the defined nature of my life

But it is when change happens 

It brings out the colour and meaning of life  

Rain

For a beautiful rain I waited that day

As rays of sun was hidden beneath rain clouds

I felt a cold wind blowing

Just abating the warm surroundings

As drops began to fall lightly on my skin

It gave me goose bumps

And a shiver ran over my spine

I pulled my coat close together

Slowly the rain began to find its rhythm

Starting slowly and building on at a fast pace

Rain drops gracefully danced their way down to earth

I listened hard to memorize the sound of rain

Like it washed away all the dirt in the leaves of trees

It cleared my mind of thoughts

My mind froze for that movement

Nothing was there except rain and me

Like it drained away some gravel

From underneath my feet covertly

It effortlessly drained away all my worries

All I thought about was I feel good

I sharpened my ears to catch

The symphony of rain

Abstract noises that tune up

Rain drops splatter on the leaves

Oozes down the tree trunks

Gushes to get collected in a puddle

Ripples are forming one after the other

Sometimes they get in way of each other

Breaking away in a collision

Sometimes in unison ripples travel along

Breaking together at edge of the puddle

What an irony when I felt light –hearted inside

Outside I felt heavy headed from all the

Water that got soaked up in my hair

The rain slowed to a stop

There were one or two drops falling here & there

Rain drops drew an invisible pattern

As it crept down my face to finally fall to the ground.