You

For years
I have only looked at you from far
Not knowing
If I should speak to you or not
I would silently sneak at your picture
And then I see a warm smile on your face
I'd imagine myself being next to you
Looking at you
Without you noticing even
And then you'd go on, Your ways
And I'll wander around, in search of you
And later
When it rains
I see you
Walk by my side
An umbrella in your hand
And then you cover me up as I walk ahead
And then we dance
As the rain cools down
You throw the umbrella away
And then
You and I
Together
Walking
Hand in hand
The moon silently following us
To the Beach
And we sit down there
Counting waves
Painting the sky of your imagination
With dreams of our future
Wondering why the waves come back to the coast
Even as it rejects the waves
Where I promise you
To be the wave
To come for you
Everytime you are down
And when you are up
Never to leave you alone
To be the wave
To wash away your worries
And bring you pearls of happiness

Apology

It wasn't like the usual days.

Her heartwarming smile, vanished

Tears rolled down her cheeks

It was the first time they argued.

He had lost his calm,

Words of fury, unleashed upon her

And her words ended in empty ears

She hardly knew why.

It was night again.

And all his anger subdued.

He took her in his hands,

Whispered in her ears, words of love.

Her eyes still wet, yet a spark in her eyes

The stars bespangled their bed.

In the sound silence of the hour,

She embraced him, and his apology.

December Rain

 It wasn't this difficult earlier.
To sit down and let words weave a story.
To get lost in that dream.
To wander in the island of thoughts.

And the it was all gone.
Like how the rainbow did.
The one they saw last time together.
In a moment and no where to be seen again.

And then he walked on, purposeless
Through the plains and the valleys.
The streams were dry, and birds didn't sing.
It wasn't summer even.

He lived through the autumn and spring
Yet the flowers did not blossom.
The words too vanished from his head
Leaving him in a world of chaos

And then it was winter again,
He had returned home by then
Oaks and Pines and Carol songs.
And not a light in his eyes.

And then did she come,
Like rain to the deserted land.
And filled his life with hopes.
Her laughter, that insites passion.

He yearned to be with her.
For her to lie down on him
To look look into her deep eyes,
And see the world in it.

To live in her eyes, and her,
In his arms. Forever. And ever.
She was the paper, and he the ink
Together they were a soothing poetry.

Deception

She had a beautiful smile on her face. A smile that could win hearts, and melt anger. But little did she know, that her eyes deceive her. That the eyes told the untold, that she was all that her smiles did not say. It only takes a deeper look. She herself was a living lie.

Perspective

Sometimes, for the worst to become the best, it only requires a change in perspective. 

Why Poetry Amaze and Amuse Me ?

I have been asked, why do I attempt to write poems more, when a lot of prose can be written, when prose can convey much more than what poems do in a single read?

 I have always had, and still have a single and simple answer that each poem has a story. A story of someone’s pain, agony, love, loneliness, joy, success.

and then I have been asked why do most of my writings sound melancholic? 

The answer is quite simple again, what can you write about happiness when its best felt and absorbed? 

Pain, on the contrary needs to b shed from your head, and brain, and heart, and what more is better than poetry ?

Every poem has a story in it, every poem has a dream in it. Every poem has the poet’s heart in it.

നഗരം

ആ നഗരത്തിനു വല്ലാത്ത ഒരു  വേഗമുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. ഇന്നു കാണുന്നതൊന്നും പിന്നീട് ഒരിക്കലും  കണ്ടില്ലെന്നു വരുന്ന അത്രയും വേഗം. അവളുടെ നഗ്ന ശരീരത്തില്‍ വിരലുകള്‍ ഓടിക്കുകയായിരുന്നു അവന്‍. അവള്‍ പാതി മയക്കത്തിലും, ഇന്നലെകളുടെ പേടിപ്പെടുത്തുന്ന ഓര്‍മകളില്ലാത്ത, നാളേയുടെ ആവലതികളില്ലാത്ത, ഇന്നിന്റെ സ്വപ്നകള്‍ കണ്ടുള്ള മയക്കം. നേരം പുലരും മുന്നേ, ഇരുട്ടിന്റെ ആഴങ്ങളിലേക്ക് അവന്‍ നടന്നകന്നു.. കിടക്കയില്‍‍ വീണുകിടന്ന ചുളിഞ്ഞു-മുഷിഞ്ഞ്‌ അഴുക്ക് പുരണ്ട്‌  നോട്ടുകള്‍ പെറുക്കിയെടുത്ത്‌ അവളും ആ നഗരത്തിന്റെ വേഗതയിലലിഞ്ഞു.

His Dreams

He weaved a world of vibrancy and ecstasy in her imagination, fascinated her heart by telling about his dreams, of his passions, a life filled with colors, lights and happiness. She couldn’t hesitate to push him off the edge into the darkest depths of pain, hurt and hatred. She lived his dream all by herself.

Making Peace With The Past

its been days, months, an year almost
since we parted our ways
my words have lost the voice
to reach your ears and ring
your eyes have lost the sight
to see me struggle alone

and today, today i could smile
for i made peace, with my past
not to try and stretch my pain
in vain, to get over you, your thoughts
but to accept that its over and
to cherish the memories for longer.