The Verily Thinker

Dear,      All good words are already said and heard, the train has left the station. We have talked more and less, together lived a very less. There is no escape now; my love has made me surrender. Oh, my dear, I have taken more time to say this but, I’m deeply, madly in love with you.      I find no limits in the love that I have it for you. I love your every smile (even though some are when I fall), and I really enjoy even the smallest movement in your face; every blink of your eyes, the little naughty expressions you make and your angry cheek. I love them..! I love them all… I love you like my life.      The reality was always very rude to us, I know there will be no one rather than ourselves pleased with our great secular love. But I hope that our dreams will give us the strength, and one day will write our story on the sand that no waves can wipe, that our love lives forever.      Every second I spent with you was very special. I really enjoy walking with you, and I wish on

     There she is, sitting on the stairs talking to her friends. There were enough beautiful hot girls in my college that it took me 18 months to really notice her. She is not that charming but definitely a beautiful and kind person, who always wears a smile on her face. She probably even smiles when she is sleeping, and there will be no one in this whole world who doesn’t like her. She is a free bird flying in the endless blue sky without the fear of being hunted. So, after those 18 months when I started to notice her, when I started to enjoy being with her, and when we started to share even the smallest things in our life; she made a serious impact in my loveless black heart. I, without knowing, started to love her.      So here I am, a little far away from where I can see her. so I can wait till all her friends say goodbye, till she is all alone again. Meanwhile, I decided to spend my time worthy. So I recollected my last night preparations like that dump student who, just bef

കാഴ്ച ജിവിതമിപ്പോള്‍ കുപ്പികളിലാണ്‌ ആദ്യം മധുരിപ്പിച്ചും പിന്നെ കയ്പിച്ചും മൂത്തവര്‍ ചൊല്ലിയ മുതുനെല്ലിക്ക പോലെ ഒരു ന്യൂ ബോട്ടില്‍ ലൈഫ് പച്ച, ഓറഞ്ച്, കറുപ്പ്, വെള്ള ജീവിതത്തിനും നിറങ്ങള്‍ പലതാണ്‌ . അരികത്തു നിന്നൊരു കുഞ്ഞിനെ കാണാതെ പുഴ മൗനമായ് ! നദികള്‍ വില്പനക്ക് , വെള്ളമില്ലെങ്കിലും മണല്‍ വരിയ കുഴികളുണ്ട് മണലില്ലെങ്കിലും മാലിന്യങ്ങള്‍ വേണ്ടത്രയുണ്ട് . പണ്ടെപ്പഴോ ഒളിച്ചെത്തിയ ശിവനാമം ഇപ്പോഴും ധ്വനിക്കുന്നുണ്ട് വേണ്ടവര്‍ മുന്‍കൂട്ടി ബുക്കു ചെയ്യുക . ഇവിടെ ഇരുട്ടിന് കറുപ്പല്ല വെളുപ്പാണ് നിറം കണ്ണീരിനും തന്നീരിനും ഒരേ നിരമായിരുന്നോ ? യന്ത്ര കൈകള്‍  വാരിത്തിന്ന കുന്നുകളും മണല്‍ കുഴികളില്‍ തെന്നിവീണ പുഴയും ചോദിച്ചു നിങ്ങളെ വളര്‍ത്തിയതാണോ ഞങ്ങള്‍ ചെയ്ത തെറ്റ് ? ഓണനിലാവും മാമ്പഴക്കാലവും നഷ്ടപ്പെട്ട തലമുറക്കാവശ്യം , ഞങ്ങളുടെ നഷ്ട സ്വപ്നങ്ങള്‍ തിരികെ തരൂ . Please Read : This poem is written by one of my classmate, Hridya , a wonderful writer. Actually I collected few poems, including this one to create an online m

I'm going to share few of my short poems here. The reason why I keep them tiny are, I don't like big lengthy poems and i also have a very little to say (but of cause more to understand), so I keep my poems tiny simple and funny,the way I love it. Anyway, every poem has a story to tell you, hope you enjoy it. Thanks This poem has no title cause I didn't plan recital, i have heard words can kill but I still have my rifile Lost poet! I'm a lost poet unable to find the seeds which grows, blossoms and turn to fruit. Wake me up please!! Lessons of life My life, my love and the pain, the deep wound left in my sallow heart, broken and the dreams left in vain. The lessons of my life, learned in the hard way fake smiles, ruthless eyes and the words of strife. My Poem Rhyme I hardly know the spelling And they want me to rhyme Oh my poem! It's like killing But my poem still rhyme Banana Tree we were friends, so

I wake up late Rush to my college Where the red bus take me, A grave of my dreams. Here things are 'normal' stand up, wish, sit down. Listening to the lecture bible, a life of an internee. I no longer live here I used to wonder, old days the magic of numbers, love of science, not anymore time passed, things changed from under the trees to AC rooms, Where machine teaches, man listen, Where the joy of learning is lost so my dreams, Rest In Peace.

You called me yesterday to basically say That you care for me but that you are, Just not in love, at least not with me. Immediately I pretended to be feeling the Same way, and I led you to believe that I was OK. To just walk away from the one thing that's very sacred to me. well, I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant about it, and I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without you. Underneath the disguise of the smile that I wear I am gradually dying inside. Friends ask me how I feel And I lie convincingly because I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering. So I wear disguise until I go home and turn off my light and then I break down and cry. So what do you do when somebody, you're devoted to suddenly just stops loving you and it seems they haven't got a clue of the pain that rejection is putting me through. Do you say "I will survive?" or do you lash out and say "How dare you leave me this way?"