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!!!