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FROM BACK TO THE FRONT
An usual Sunday morning. ‘Why do you always read the newspaper from the back, and never the front?’ I sit up straight, with legs crossed and hands cupping my jaw and looked at his face- the old familiar face. With newspaper on one hand and sugarless black tea on the other, looked up and raised his eyebrow- A sight that I’m too familiar with. ‘Umm… I don’t know exactly. I’ve always read the…
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BELOVED
Seven years ago, maybe eight. I don’t remember exactly. But I do remember her face; her confused tireless face. The one with thick perfectly shaped eyebrows; the kind of eyebrows that changes it shape depending on your emotion, the kind which cries and laughs along with you. She is perhaps the synonym for joy, and of laughter. The one whose laughter that travels all around the room, and makes…
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HOW DO I SAY GOODBYE?
The night was still young, but our heart was too sad to see it’s beauty. The moon was round and full, so was our hearts. We sat together in silence, for silence itself was loud enough for us to hear each other’s pain. A home filled with loud laughters and comfortable silences, was now taken over by luggages and heavy hearts. The black and white chess board like kitchen wall now seems emptier…
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THE MEMORY OF MEMORIES
A distant memory-Blurry around the corners, but thevisuals remain the same.Cold December mornings-you haven’t slept the night beforeor the day before.but your heart is never tired.Time feels like a long thin line-with neither beginning, nor end.‘The sky looks beautiful today, right?’You ask your friend.‘As always’, she replies.And you both look up to the sky.As if there was no tomorrow.If there…
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MAYBE IT’S THE SEA
Somedays, you are just floating. You are floating in a sea, Someplace far away- With your eyes wide open You look around and everything you see is just blue- complete blue- Just the way your heart is feeling right now. So you look above, and see the big blue sky. You see birds flying together, in a symmetrical line. Maybe they are on their way back home, Maybe. The sky now looks…
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MAYBE IT’S THE SEA
Somedays, you are just floating.You are floating in a sea,Someplace far away-With your eyes wide openYou look around andeverything you seeis just blue-complete blue-Just the way your heart is feeling right now.So you look above,and see the big blue sky.You see birds flying together,in a symmetrical line.Maybe they are on their wayback home.The sky now looks like a painting-Almost like a kid…
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“GRIEF IS JUST LOVE WITH NO PLACE TO GO”
It’s s hard to stay happy when the people around you are drowning in sadness. Even if they are not near you, even when you are miles apart, the pain always finds a way to travel through all the distance and it rightly settles in the corner of your heart. And what do we do with that pain? Should we shelter it? Or should we act as if it isn’t there? And when that pain remains…
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Ray of Sunlight
On days when my heart feels heavy, that my thoughts have no space to wander, I wish i I could disappear from the world and become a ray of sunlight who aimlessly travel all around the nature. I’m not here talking about the bright, welcoming morning light, that gets through your half-opened windows and wakes you up in the morning. The other one- the one that comes on cold, sad July evenings. The…
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PURPLE
Purple. Not the kind of purple that you get by mixing red and blue on your colour palette. The kind of purple that catches your eyes, the light shades of it which we see on the flowering trees along highways, blooming, falling, yet blooming again.
And sometimes I see this tint of purple in my dream, just like a dry leaf hovering in the wind from one place to another;unnoticed; unattached.
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ഓർമ്മയുടെ തിരയിളക്കം
എഴുതിയതിലേറെ കഥകൾ എഴുതാത്തതിലും, പറഞ്ഞതിലേറെ കഥകൾ പറയാത്തതിലുമുണ്ട്. ഹൃദയത്തിൽ കുരുങ്ങി ശ്വാസം കിട്ടാതെ മരവിച്ചു പോയ വാക്കുകൾ കാലത്തോടൊപ്പം നിശബ്ദതയിൽ ചേർന്നലിയുമ്പോൾ, പണ്ടെപ്പോഴോ കേട്ടുമറന്ന പാട്ടിന്റെ ഈണം കാതിൽ മുഴങ്ങിക്കൊണ്ടിരുന്നു.നിശബ്ദതയുടെ സംഗീതമാണോ ഇത്?അതോ ഓർമ്മയുടെ തിരയിളക്കമോ?
മണ്ണ് പിരണ്ട നനഞ്ഞ കാലിൽ ചെരുപ്പിട്ട് നടക്കാൻ വല്ലാത്തൊരു അസ്വസ്ഥതയാണ് എന്നറിയാമെങ്കിലും,ഓരോ തവണ കടലിൽ…
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THE SOUND OF LAUGHTER
My father absolutely hated our idea of hanging photo frames on the white wall near to our dining table, as he was afraid it might spoil the classy look of our dining area and give it a hair saloon vibe. But we didn’t back up, me and my brother along with my mother went ahead with our photo-wall plan. Most of the pictures we selected was from our childhood albums and only few were the recent ones.…
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എഴുതാൻ മറന്ന കവിത പണ്ടെപ്പോഴോ എഴുതാൻ മറന്ന ഒരു കവിത.തുടക്കവും അവസാനവും ഒന്നും ഓർമയില്ല.എങ്കിലും കണ്ണ് അടച്ചിരിക്കുമ്പോൾ മുന്നിൽ വരികൾ തെളിയുന്ന പോലെ തോന്നും,ആരോ കഥകൾ പറയുന്ന പോലെ.പക്ഷെ കണ്ണ് തുറന്നെയുടനെ എല്ലാം പഴയതാവും;നിശ്ചലം.ഓർക്കാൻ ആഗ്രഹിച്ച കാര്യങ്ങൾ മറക്കുകയും,മറക്കാൻ ശ്രമിക്കുന്ന കാര്യങ്ങൾ ഓർമയിലേക്ക് ആഞ്ഞടിക്കുകയും ചെയ്യുന്നത് ഇപ്പോൾ ഒരു പതിവായിട്ടുണ്ട്.എന്തെന്നില്ലാത്ത ഒരു പേടി.ഒരു ഹൃദയമെടുപ്പ്.ഇനി ആ വരികൾ കിട്ടാതെ ഉറക്കം വരില്ലെന്നു തീർച്ച.പക്ഷെ വാക്കുകൾക്ക് പകരം മുഖങ്ങൾ ആയിരുന്നു വന്നത്.പല മുഖങ്ങൾ,അതോ എല്ലാം ഒരു മുഖമോ?അറിയില്ല.അറിയാൻ ശ്രമിച്ചില്ല.കണ്ണ് അടച്ചിരിക്കാം,എല്ലാം ശരി ആവും എന്ന് സ്വയം പറഞ്ഞാശ്വസിച്ചു.പക്ഷെ കണ്ണടച്ച് തുറന്നപ്പോൾ ചുണ്ടിൽ അനുഭവപ്പെട്ടത് ഒരു നേർത്ത ഉപ്പുരസം ആയിരുന്നു.ഞാൻ കരയുകയായിരുന്നോ?അതോ ഇതെല്ലാം എന്റെ തോന്നലോ? ◦
MEMORIES
My mother, whom I sometimes addresses as a woman who loves her plants more than her kids, always made it a point to store memories in whatever ways possible. Newspaper articles, old cooking recipe books, childhood photographs, random shoe boxes, phone covers,age old drawings, or whatever it maybe, it’s always safe in her custody.
‘Everything’, she said in her usual tireless voice, ‘has to be…
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TINY HUMAN
I was six or maybe seven.Everyday my grandfather whom I used to call achachan comes home after work in the evening with dairy-milk in his hand and a smile pasted to his tiny little black face.My mother who is known as the perfectionist in our family divides the chocolate for us the kids equally.And if my memory is right, there used to be a program called ‘Mambhazham’ in kairali tv at 7 pm…
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FRAGMENTS OF MEMORIES
On some days , my thoughts dive Deep into the ocean of your memories Leaving me with a pinch of pain with a Beautiful taste of love , aching my heart So deep inside.
You lost parts of yourself in me And failed to recollect it before you left. Not knowing that , these fragments of Memories you left me with,
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THE MAN
Out of all the things people told me that I’m going to miss once I go to Delhi,I never thought yours would be the face I would be missing the most.When I was a kid, you used to tell me all these cooked up stories about the ‘Bootham’(monster) who catches kids who didn’t sleep at night . I was more into scary cartoons back then,so I kind of believed your story blindly ,I closed my eyes and…
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LILIES AND YOU
The last time I wrote a poem
Was in my dream.
My eyes was half closed
And heart was filled
With the scent of lilies.
Because that was what
I was writing about,
Yes ,lilies.
Those lilies you gave me
The time we last met.
That too was a long time back.
You took that lily from
The street we walked
And removed the mud
That was caught in its petals
And tickled my ear from
The back , I turned my head
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