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To ... Flowers that forgot to blossom  Rains that hesitated to pour down Melodies that weren't composed Distances that weren't covered  Love that was unrequited  And a lot more other things Still, I miss you… November Winds And again the November winds and misty mornings Fluttering butterflies and rapturous bees And a carpe diem is ringing inside me Haven't you heard the minstrel melody that the wind brings? Serendipity A sojourn in the serendipitous moment Radiates the essence of spring Even in this winter solstice and hence Blessed are the days and the nights serene Melody I've nothing to say to you  Yet, sit with me  Here on this bank of the sacred Nila Let's listen to the divine melody of the river And if you are bored, leave me there Without even saying a goodbye… Immortal Darkling I will be a nocturnal listener Of the bygone lores that the wind brings Since time immemorial and When I embrace the cool breeze, I feel I am connected with whole history As the...

Time has taken away the smile from our lips Spark from our eyes Soul from our bodies Still we exist, don't we? And they have kept the white pigeons In their private cubicles To release as a gesture of amnesty After shedding the blood enough After perishing the lives enough After demolishing the monuments of human efforts  After destroying the natural resources And when the air has been contaminated by The debris of the nukes They will talk about amnesty They will begin to think about peace Will we be alive to see the flying doves then?

Oh! Hesperides Evince your presence Afore you evade my eyes And in this melody too, I'm in search of you The time is a verse Written in enjambment And I'm running out of it The dusk is darkening In my life's horizon And before I end  My ephemeral composition Bless me with your presence

ഓർമ്മപ്പച്ച ഇലച്ചാർത്തുകളെ ഈറനണിയിച്ച ഇടവപ്പാതിയും  തുലാവര്‍ഷപ്പച്ചയും പിന്നെ ഗൃഹാതുരതയുടെ അനര്‍ഗള വര്‍ഷവും  ഓർമ്മകൾ തന്നെയാണ് നൊമ്പരവും  ഓർമ്മകൾ തന്നെയാണ് ലഹരിയും ഓർമ്മകൾ തന്നെയാണ് ആലംബവും നാം നനഞ്ഞ മഴകൾ ഇനിയീ ഗൃഹാതുരതയുടെ വഴി മുഴുവൻ തിരിച്ചു നടക്കണം… ഒറ്റയ്ക്ക്… മൂകമായി ഓർമ്മകളുടെ തുലാവർഷപ്പച്ച തേടി ഒരുമിച്ചു നനഞ്ഞ മഴകളെല്ലാം ഊഷ്മളമായായിരുന്നു ഒറ്റയ്ക്കു നനഞ്ഞ മഴകൾ തീക്ഷ്ണവും ഓർമ്മകളുടെ കടവിൽ ഇനി ഞാനിവിടെ ഇരിക്കട്ടെ, ഈ നിളാതീരത്ത് ഓർമ്മകളുടെ കടവിൽ ഗൃഹാതുരതയുടെ വള്ളവും കാത്ത് നീയും ഞാനും ഇനി നീ കാറ്റാവുക ഞാനീ മെഴുതിരി നാളവും  എന്നിട്ട് നീ എന്നെപ്പുണരുക അങ്ങനെ നിന്നിലലിയാൻ...

Most complex is the journey to the interiors Where the heart of darkness lies in the white matter At the outset the path is very clear and comprehensible And things intelligible Shallow is the stream of consciousness here In this state of consciousness, One can feel the presence of mind Journey to the hinterland is easy at first Everything is in order under the supervision of a Super ego The road is straight most often and, The signboards are well maintained And by going further in this route A steady climb could be seen Where the nature is egoistic mainly Exerting a little effort one can ascend the climb Here shortcuts can be recalled immediately Though there are numerous ways The passage is not so difficult yet When we cross the border things get a bit messy It worsens by moving along Paths are zigzag and maze like As we enter this idic forest We may hear the strange sounds Ailing cries and wailing groans among other things All are coming from the hinterland Where the weather and nat...

Time will usher us to somewhere again Wherever it may be, dissatisfaction can only be derived Dissatisfied with time and space I always quarrel with its algorithm Only a wormhole can upset its equation When the post-pandemic dilemma wreaks havoc On my once perplexed identify by existentialism And now, Time is in a loop Trapped in the darkness of this abyss Groping for a drop of light It moves but darkness is everywhere I can hear the groaning of the dissatisfied souls With unnumbered agonies And in this darkness no one can see others Yet the pain can be felt And in this Wasteland, no one is expecting a Godot

I too had a dream Not of an uncommon kind Like every mother does have Yet I'm hoping against hope Though shattered still I've something to mollycoddle My joy knew no bounds As you walked without my aid I found my heaven in your titters I enjoyed the virtue of being a mother I told you to stick to the values Yet I loved your fibs and figments One askance was enough for you To spill the beans of your trivial lies My frowned face was enough for you To promise me over a thousand times That you would never be mischievous In the nights I bore your kicks and cries Yet I poured lullaby into your ears To make you calm and comfortable In the days I heard your frivolous complaints With patients Unnumbered were my sleepless nights and anxious days Yet I was contented For, you are my heaven Now after all these years I feel lonely Though I'm in the midst of the like-minded people I know you are playing hide and seek with me Just like old days But I would pop up if I saw your glistened ey...