Life of a Man

A man lives his entire career like a war

A war to himself,

a war for the treasures he deeply buried inside his heart

A war for the pride, a war for love finally a war for peace

Noone considers themselves as a warrior

But they does a war,And if he is a bad warrior it’s not beacuse of his weapon but his country.

Indeed whom they are fighting and why they are fighting is the question that arises in his reveries,

that haunts him in his entire life….

Finally he gets to know the war is over…

only after the hardest paths covering the thorns and summers.

Then he reaches home after the war to find his winter.

And he blooms like the dark cherry without a leaf within there,

but still shining.

MINDSTREET

Streets are all around
Streets with those desolated alleys
Bounded across the rigid fences,
With several faces
Several expressions
Discrete dramas are being played
Beneath the Rusted lampposts,
Streets are all around
Taking custody of the whole lot…

Hearing those infertile screams
Staring those nonchalant anticipations
Blind and Bound
Streets are all around

Permeated with myriads of
Quick witted retardoes
Overmodest narcissists
And hubristic vagabonds,
Streets are all around

Swamped across the lanes
Smoked across the blues
Giggles over wails,
Mindstreets are all around.

Am i Wrong

There are times when we consider ourselves as the wrong.

when our feelings hurts ourselves we creates flaws in ourselves

Isn’t that flaws our perfections…

should we continue our journey with that guilty and obscurity

No…it’s the time to build ourselves
With more flaws…

A renovated self which accepts our flaws…

And if someone who needs to find ourselves as perfect never consider those flaws

Even the flaws are perfections for someone who is in a deep affection with you.

PRISON

There subsist a prison inside me

I am the convict
And I am the superintendent

I know when to grant a clearance

And I know when to be back to the cell

All the charges are categorised

From minor guilties to
Major violations

When someone invades there
The spokes gets harder..

Harder that I can’t ever escape Not even for a thought…

But I do decide how long to punish..!

And at the worse I am also trained to shot straight to my own fucking skull so that my soul finds the peace…

Hey you I am not that Joker.

A book that is enough to inspire..,to live

Let me suggest a book that is inspiring me to live day by day

IKIGAI – THE JAPANESE SECRET TO A Long and Happy Life

THE END

“DELIBERATELY…

AT THE SPIRAL DEPTHS OF

PERPETUAL MILKYWAY

WITHIN THE AMBITS OF MARS AND JUPITER

THE YOUNGEST APOPHIS WITH A HOLY GRAIL

WITH BLESSINGS OF SEVEN GODS

FROM EIGHT PLANETS

GRANTED TO BOMABARD LIKE A TORPEDO

TO SUPERFICIES OF SINFULL EARTH

PERVADED ALL OVER WITH

AN EXORCIST BLUE LIGHTING”

“INTENSELY AND BIT ENORMOUSLY

LOOKING THAT ELIPTICAL PATH

WITH THEIR SQUINT APERTURE

THE NIGHT WALKERS FROM THE

NORTHERN HEMISPHERS OF GAEA

WERE WHISPERING EACH OTHER

WITH A DREAD GRUMBLE CHAO

AND GUT WRENCHING ECHOE

POINTING THE SILENT AQUIESCENCE

“IT’S THE END”

“AND AT THE END

EVERYTHING WAS JUST DUSTS

LOOKING ALIKE YOU…”

സഖി

ദൂരെയാ ഹിമവാന്റെ സാനുവിൽ
ചെന്നിട്ടാ ഹിമവൽ മടിത്തട്ടിൽ
ഒരു കുഞ്ഞു മഞ്ഞു വീടുണ്ടാക്കിടേണം സഖീ….
ഒടുവിൽ ഒരു ഹേമന്ദരാവിലെ
തീഷ്ണമാം ശൈത്യതിൽ
രോമപ്പുതപ്പിന്റെ ആഴത്തിൽ
വച്ചുനിൻ ആർദ്രമാം മേനിയെ
ഇറുകിപ്പുണർന്നൊരാ പുലരാത്ത
രാവിൻ കയങ്ങളിൽ മായണം..

ഒരു യാത്ര

ഒരു യാത്ര…
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