In Memory Of A Friend

In thou memories will i ever live
In thou thoughts awake i will ever be
Thee shall move away in course of time
But thy memories will ever remain
Its hard for thee to come back
but still i shall wait for thee
left thy life to the heaven
and thy memories still in hearts
and those will ever remain there.
dear, you still live in out hearts.


ps:friend-personified cat

All Alone... All Along... All Alone...

All alone in my life i stand
All alone in my life i walk
All alone,deserted i live.
The love i have from all,
Another mask put on

All alone i stand and bear
All alone i live my life.
Your love a hope for me,
But proving to a mirage now.
All alone, all along, all alone..

Long for the love and
everyone seems busy.
Long for care and
masks put on.
all alone, all along, all alone
I live my life, unlamented.

Failed I, to know the fact,
that life is just like this
Forget I, the fact,
all alone i have to walk
all alone i have to bear
all alone i am to face
the world and the world.

All love a proven mirage,
Just a play of words and emotions
All alone i be in the live
i am to live unlamented.

The Companion

Sitting in the visitor’s room is him
The companion of darkness,
Who I often feared but not now.
He has come to take me along,
To guide and walk with me along,
Through the unknown paths of live.

He has come to walk with me,
Not through the live that I live now,
But through the isolated path of life
That is to come after my death.

His face unseen and voice unheard
Yet so powerful to make me walk
All along, all alone, all along.
As I was along, I would imagine
How his appearance would be
And then visualize it.

His eyes so dark yet a smile on his lips
And I wish if I could smile like him now
For, it’s the last chance for me to smile.
He has come to take me along
To guide and walk with me
To the next life I am to live.

I see my life waving her hands at me
I see her bidding farewell to me
The life I had lived till now,
The life that I dreamed, hoped
Wanted and had isn’t mine now.
It has bid farewell to me.

The live I lived had given her place
For the new companion to own.
His waiting finally comes to an end
He is in the room now, with me.
Helping me pack the memories,
to carry along as he holds my hand.

He has come to take me along and
He is called by the name Death.

Ripped Soul

I wish if i could split myself,my body,

my heart and my soul into two,

just like the reflections of me.

one for the one i love and

one for her who loves me.

i wish if this could come true

if i could exist in two yet unique

if i could be one and the same

in the ripped souls of my own.

it feels like nothing but hell to know

her love for me and to neglect.

it not just hurts but bleeds

it just hurts and bleeds to know

that some loves me,though known

that i am committed and not alone.

it hurts, bleeds, pains and finally kills
but i fear of standing this morbid state
i do not want to be killed by this pain
for my life is not yet fully lived...

I wish if i could split myself,my body,
my heart and my soul into two,
if i could exist in two yet unique
in the ripped souls of my own.

The Girl In The Bus

English exam was too boring for me. Did finish writing then in one and a half hour and then the teacher announced that i will be let out of the class by 12:30 only.and yeah, about the exam, did the drama part to the best of my ability and poetry part was worst.Nor did i know about the poems' contents, nor did i read the notes.thanks to my junior for giving me her notes to read.With out your book, poetry would have been even more tough for me. so as said, i had 1 hour spare time in the exam hall, i had my pencil and the question paper was printed at one side only. the vision of the girl in the bus came to my mind, and i noted down that visuals in the question paper. here it goes :

The Girl In The Bus

Dressed in red and white she entered
the bus, with a serene smile.
talking to her mate and then laughing'
i who watched went motionless,
In her looks i fell unconcious
the eyes crossed just for once
and the contact made
a glare of her eyes and mine..
a world of stories to tell in hers
but i could not read any
as i only saw sadness filled
in them, and not even tears.
but then heard the bell ringing
i got out and watched the bus
gliding away, with her.
that was only a mintues' admiration
of the angelic beauty she had.

it was 12:30 then, and i got out of the class room as well.aah well that was a day...

Contaminated Life

Special thanks to a friend for the line she added. with out your help, this poem wouldnt have been completed.

In her attire tore,
lay she on the floor.
Weeping and crying "mother".
Her face covered in her hands,
shoulders down and eyes wet,
tears rolling down her cheeks,
covered in blood and sweat.
Her lips red, not of lipstick
but of bleeding blood..
A daughter she was

A sister she was and
a hope she was.
A virgin she was but not now.

Nothing left in her,but the life,
a contaminated life of her.
Yet she lived on earth,
suffering and bearing the pain.
White in the dawn and dark in the night,
smile in the morning and grin in the dusk,
the cohesion prostituted her.

Days went past,months went past...
And again a cry was heard "mother"
this time not from her,
but from the kid in her hand.

Violin Strings

Another beginning.. it was about to begin...another argument with my dearest girl...but this time, i didn't want that to happen..kept my mouth shut and words unsaid.. dear girl, just know this, your happiness mean this world to me, infact a lot more than that to me...what ever happens, believe me, we are not going to be parted.

Better not play the violin
If the strings are going to break
But I will play the violin on
I care not for the strings broken.

Let my violin strings break
Let the concord break and
Let the discord play
Let the notes be “not”s
And let the violin play.
Let the violin strings break

And then I have my veins to change.
Let the violin play on my veins
Let the music flow and play
Let the music go on and on
Till there is blood in my veins,
Till there is life in me.

Let the concord never be broken
Till my soul rests in me
Let the heavenly music go and on
Till the break of vein and heart.

Let the violin play
Let the music go
Let my love for you to live
Let my love for you to live

Let the past bother me not
Let the present bother me not
Let the future bother me not
Let my love for you to live
For the fact that I know you well
And that you know me well…

Let the violin play
Let the music go
Let my love for you to live
Let my love for you to live

And I know that it will live
My love for you will live
And we will live for love
Sharing all our love and care
Then our violins will play
Not along but in choros.

The love we share is true
Our love will live for long
The violin will play the music
The music with no broken notes
The music with a concord,
The concord of our hearts.

My Destiny

Thanks to my friend Vishnu K M for the title.Thanks to Rugma for pointing out the spelling mistakes.Thanks for the comment Rugma.. I corrected the mistake you pointed out now.

I wish, In this dazzling rain
my tears could evaporate..
If you could never see
The tears in my eyes
If you could never make out
The sadness that fills my heart
If you could just think and leave
That I didn’t love u with my soul…
If all my love for you could
Evaporate in this thundering rain
But everything just a dream
A prolonged day dream
My tears didn’t dry up
For the love I had for you was divine
And you never understood
Left alone in the rain,
I watched you moving away..
Happily and hastily
To reach the open hands
Of your new found lover
Tears rolled out of my eyes
Not for losing you, but since
You found a better lover,
A better companion than I ever was.
You turned back at once, saw my tears.
But you didn’t know the reason of my tears
For I was happy that you got a lover now
And for me, I got my destiny awaiting.

My First Poem

used to write from my childhood itself.. but never had a copy of my writeups with me.. always used to scribble some four lines in the last page of the note book and finally forget that.. never took writing seriously.. but it was deepa teacher who made me write a poem in a serious manner.. still remember the topic she gave me to write, rain drops, and i was supposed to write that in malayalam.. managed to write one, but wasnt good... still remember some lines of that so called poem as,

നിറഞ്ഞു പെയ്യുന്ന മഴയില്‍, ഈ നിറമഴയില്
‍എന്‍ കണ്ണുനീര്‍ തുള്ളികള്‍ അലിംജെനംഗില്
എന്‍ കണ്ണുനീര്‍ നീ കാണാതിരുന്നെങ്കില്
‍പ്രിയ സഖി, എന്‍ ദുഖം നീ അറിയാതിരുന്നെങ്കില്‍...
ഈ മഴയില്‍ എന്‍ ദുഖവും നിന്നോടുള്ള സ്നേഹവും
അലിംജെനംഗില്... മാഞ്ഞു പോയെങ്കില്‍....
ധന്യമായെനെ എന്‍ ജന്മം..
എങ്കിലും എല്ലാം വെറും പ്രതീക്ഷകള്‍ മാത്രം
എന്‍ കണ്ണുനീര്‍ തോര്‍ന്നില്ല, മഴയും നിന്നില്ല...
എന്‍ പ്രിയ തോഴിയാം നീയും നിന്നില്ല..
എകനായി നിന്നു ഞാന്‍ മാത്രം ആ മഴയില്‍
എന്‍ ദുഖം പെയ്തു തീരുന്നപോല്‍...

then after that the poem i wrote with my ful heart in it was my first english poem, titled dreaming death, which is the first post of this very blog... dreaming death was infact my mental state during that period of life, when everything seemed to be lost... but still i lived.. and will life till my life takes me... and after dreaming death, wrote soo many things, scribbles many lines in the last page of books.. but couldnt complete anything well..

ahh well.. lost the mood to write.. a phone call.. damn.. whose that now?? will continue later...

The End is Indiscriminated

This one, may not be called as a poem though i tried to write one.. some 2-3 days back my friend rang me up and said she wanted my help and told me that i have to write a poem for her on the theme racial discrimination.. ahh... well... what a bloody topic i thought.. but still i should help that friend as i owe her a hell lot... and well i did take the trouble of quilling some lines.. well.. here i post it.. but me warned that it is not of the quality that a poem should minimally possess.. sorry friend.. couldn't do better than this :

The End is Indiscriminated

He is called as son or kid and
I am called as a boy
yet the blood in our vein is red.
We both, delivered after months of pain
And was alike till our births
Why after the birth this segregation
He as white and I as black...
Is that color that separates human hood?
He is superior and I am not
I am untouchable but
He reaps and feeds on what I sow.
He and I breathe the same air
Still I am black and he is white...

I a human and he a human
And still discriminated racially
Who did create the races?
What it I or was it he?
Yet before we open our eyes
To see this awesome world
We are ranked as boy and kid
I live the life of a slave
But he born with me,
With the same natural privilege,
Live the life of my master...

Who will put an end to this?
Will it be I or will it be he?
No... never... it wont be us
It will never be anybody
For all are afraid to break the rules
The rules of the uncultured past...
And if someone breaks the rules
The discrimination will reappear
In some way or the other way...
Yes this world will never change
For we can’t never accept the truth
That all are equal before the god...
Still we fight and kill...
Still we stay untouched and unheard
As if we rule the world...

But be warned of the mighty fact
All are equal before the Mighty God
We are born as humans with flush and bones
And we stay segregated and separated
But still be warned of the natural truth
Everything ends up as ashes and bones...
Though we live as boy and kid
As slave and master
The end is in discriminated
Yes indeed it is indiscriminated!!!

Unlicensed Love

Found this poem on the internet.. just loved the lines... this one is for my girl... dear i love you soo much... never leave me alone and be with me always and forver.. love you like any thing...

Unlicensed Love

On a summer's day long long ago,
I fell in love and I'll never know
Just what it was that made me feel
So drawn to her, what the appeal
That set my pulses so to race
When e'er I gazed upon that face
Of one who was scarce but a child
Yet even then could drive me wild
I'll never know the how's and why's
I lost my heart to Hazel Eyes
But when I got that long sought kiss
I knew I'd found my Perfect Miss
My elfin girl from down the lane
And I'll never let her go again...

For how could I describe our love?
Romantic love, all hearts and flowers
No way to count the days and hours
Spent in self-indulgent wishes
And thoughts of long awaited kisses
Of sweet embraces, tender sighs
And gazing into love filled eyes
Oh yes, it is that kind of love...

Or, is it yet the love of passion
The ecstasy that knows no ration
That shuddering nerve-tingling feeling
The climax with your senses reeling
The wondrous joy when you discover
That sweet surrender to your lover
Oh yes, it's that kind of love too...

Or even yet a love that grows
One that cares and one that knows
That sees beyond the outer skin
Into the person deep within
That loves the spirit and the soul
The inner self that makes the whole
Built on trust and empathy
A love you know was meant to be...

The love we share is all these things
A love that has no need of rings
A love you never need to doubt
A love I cannot live without
A love to last us all our days
A love I'll share with you always...

- Jim Sharman -

The Human

He was a Toy Maker and
he did make a toy that day.
The toy of a mighty soldier
The arsenel of his toy was empty,
and he was bare-handed and naked footed
The Maker gave him life and strength
The toy was no more a toy but a living Human.

He had the Shields and Aresenel with him
but the arsenel was empty.
He filled his arsenel with love and care
But he couln't give it to anyone.
He went in search of a love
His heart was empty and mind was blank
On his way, he did find a stranger.
the stranger was a girl og youth.
She was looking good for him
His heart was filled with her thoughts
His mind full of her dreams.
But she left as a blistering wave.

He went in search of her again.
He found her in the deserted corner of the town
He asked for her love, He requested
her and welcomed her to his life
she came into his life, filled
his heart and now his arsenel was empty again,
For he gave all his love to her.
She came in, loved him and
made him complete, a complete HUMAN

Lost Dreams

It was years before that he met her
Eyes in eyes, hands in hands
They walked through the alpine shades
His dreams filled with her thoughts
Letter exchanged, words unsaid
And dreams unshared
Yet they felt the love in their hearts.
A walk in the sizzling rain
Hours spent together with silence between them
Yet their eyes speaking for them
That was the love of older days.
Years went past everyone
Changes were seen all along
The “he” was no more, nor is the “she”
It’s I who exist now.

As usual did I woke up that day
As usual did I turn my computer on
I did find someone new
Appealing and looking good
I scrapped her a “hi” and
In reply cam e a “hello” to me
And indeed there started a relation
She was unknown, unseen and unheard
Still I was feeling the unfelt feelings
I knew I was falling in love

On a starry night, hugging my pillow and dreaming
Her beautiful face and lovely chin
Her swift long hair and twinkling eyes
All in my dreams..
I heard my phone rigning.
Yes, my dream was broken then
Losing my sleep, I sat reclined to my bed post.
Thinking about her
Her love and care had carried me
Through some hard times.
But she was unknown, unseen and unheard.

I took my quill and wrote
My words for her in a parch of paper.
I called it “my first poem”
I put it deep in my bookshelf
Years went past again and again.
On a morning, I lay awake in my bed
Feeling the warmth of the glazing sun
I heard my phone ringing again
Indeed I attended that call.
I felt my emotions rising.
My heart beating louder and louder.
I lay down in my bed, lost in thoughts
I now knew that “she” was a “he”
With a heavy heart, I opened my bookshelf
Searched for my first poem
I did find it deep inside the shelf.
I searched for my quill and
Found it with a broken tip
I searched for ink in vein
I cut my wrist and quilled in blood
“She” was a he and he was a cheat.
All my dreams ruined,
All my love wasted and
My heart broken
Disguised in a girls’ portrait
He was a cheat who broke my heart..

A change is always good to see
But not in the meaning of words.
The word lobe is pure and divine
And you know what it means.
Earlier love meant care and share
But now it meant just apass of time
The change you see is good for none
For it make feelings meaningless.

Best Friends

You entered my life with an uncertainty
Of whether to become my friend or not
Then u became my friend
Days passed months ended and years faded
Now you are my best friend
You are my sweet heart
You are the one that I am living for.
You walked beside me when I was alone
Your spread happiness in my mind when I was sad
You became my heart beat when I lost mine
Oh dear with out you life would have been different
But never this much good

You are special to me in your own way
And you are the one who loves me the most
Be yourself is what you told me
When I lost my heart in love
You never told that you love me
So did I never
But you were with me and
You said it with heart that you love me
I know, you love me more than I do love you.
you are my best friend in life
and you will be the only one in my life.