Transformation

In the garden of roses
I flew as a beetle
Sipping nectar from,
The ocean of knowledge
Before the gates were closed
To fly over as social bee.

Like the birds scattered
From the tree before,
The winter arrived
So did all flew
To make their destiny.

Life as changed so much
In a year or two
Till yesterday I dreamt to hold you
But lost for I was in struggle
To make a living on my own foot
And now I see your hands holded
By your baby, for now you are
I know somones dear.

Gone are the days of fun
In the college cantenes
And making pun.
For now the days
Arrived to struggle all the day alone.

The silent Confession

 I have been searching for you so long my angel
 I have dreamt a girl like you years before
And you still are more perfect than what I dreamt
For my eyes ever wandered on simple one
Yet smart in her own way and my ears always
Eagerly waited for one with a sweater tone
Listen to some one who talked in sensible manner
For with whom I can spend even those hours of noon
Which I spared till yesterday with boredom , now
With you in joy and enthusiasm, share new hopes and dreams.

But, for the first time in my life I think,when I saw you
I stopped my dream ,of my dream girl and lost my fantasy
For the first time in my life Oh dear I thought about myself
If I would have been more smarter than what I am
If I would have been more richer,
If I would have started earning
If I would not be an introvert as you think
But I know you have gone for ever now
For I would never made you my own
Till I have the confidence to make you trust
To make you happier all through my life
With all Comforts Oh dear.
And my heart is now so patient
As I am in run to secure all comforts
For some one is waiting for me somewhere
And not to loose as I lost you for ever oh dear.

Red

Today is a peaceful day
We hear ever in  news
Only on harthal days.
But screams of yesterday
Still rings in ear from somewhere.

For two days its just a feast to media
To cover incidents through out the day
The rainy cloudy day added more black
To the day ,but still men are just busy
To count the fall of men on both sides.

The tears shed still continue
From mother ,wifes and children
But still the red color continues here
Making  lives of many  families colorless.

A world is lost to mother
When she loses her son
A day's praise by the followers
Will not hide the unending tears
Neither the vengeful thirst
Can equal a persons void.

Kerala

Kerala,God's own country

People with 100% literacy

A land filled with greenary

Everyone know for Years

But beneath what kerala

Is what everyone likes to hear.

Days before Grand mother said;

We lived when there was no electricity

Yes we do remember,

Is that we have powerloss for hours

To remind Us just that olden days.

What's in the name Shakespeare has asked

Yes we still remember his words, for
Bandh changed to Harthal nothing else changed.

We have heard wars in western countries
But we have seen more murders in our land so lively.

People are always with oposition for elections are so disciplined

Five years for one and five for other.

Tensions about SSLC results were for parents and student

But today politicians took it from them

So busy to increase success rates that students don't need

To learn to pass the examination.

Farewell

Separation lingers on mind
Like a wounded scar
Time which bound us so long
Now depart us forever.
"Will meet again "is just a belief
For life sometimes separate us
As though,
We have to live in two worlds.

In small circles we live
Where we hold them
As friends or even more
And share hope and desires.
But wicked time demands
To leave in circle
And we leave holding some
And again make circles all around.
This goes on ever and in mean time
We realise separation is also a part
We have to face at times in long run.

School Days

June, it ever chills my heart
When rain falls in withered lands

The odour of wet mud paves me                                 
Years back of school days ever
The busy streets with coloured flask
Books and brown covers reminds me
Still excitements of new beggining
Of school life indeed.

Keenly listening in morning
School hours voice of strikers  outside
And eagerly waiting for the bell ring
Is what I sill remember.

The sleepy hours the dreamy hours
Were all learnt on school hours.
Monday even now is a curseful day
As Friday is a funful day.
All now in a flash of light as become
Just cherishable moments to recollect.

Rose

There was a time

When  at rose  I wondered

With its bright red colour

Then I may be just four.

As the days passed; my mind

Tried to find it in my hand,

But the day came

when I realised

Even plants have life

For these were days
when I learnt science.

It was in youth I saw
There were thorns in between them.
Days when I had to measure
The good and evil in everyone.
As time passes indeed I found

Thousands meaning hidden

Death, eternity and alike

Which every poet in lines described.

But it was the day when

I lost the power to wonder

without inner meanings.

Is it that what makes a child

Different from youth and old ones

Today for a moment I wonder.

AS I Move on to Thirty

As I move on to Thirty,
I loose my hope on dreams
For I see them scattering
As though I am a common man
Not a man of greatness
As I thought in my dreams.

I see butterflies all around
In this youthful spring
Yet to be with one for all the years
What I desire seem to be just a dream
For my inner voice still ask to see
what remains in my wallet.
Before you desire to be with someone.

Oh time Iam in race with you
And each day at thirty
Reminds me to enjoy life
And achieve what my heart desires
And not regret in life
When the last days arrive.

complex mind

Oh! sea where now my resting place I find
Where at once in soft hands marbles bind
These are sands where my first house made
Which flowed in sea yet made and played.
To say my story in this late hour of a scluptor
Is the story of men and women in books you capture
Hence I rest in peace here by make my life cease
But yet the deep sea the red sea make me please
To live and not leave this seen heaven
Where remains yet to see wonders seven.
Oh Sage sitting calm on this shore at evening
will you please assure light to this mind from drowning
"Death is certain no one can hide,but when
Thoughts and hope die on men
One find rope or sea instead of life
So see the dawn in the desk of life
Ever, is my only my word of advice.
Believe in this word if you are wise
And whisper to me your mealoncoly ode of life.
Oh I travelled through thousand lands
To find an apt face to carve with my hand
Let it stand at heights in middle of town
A man of gentle not just a clown
His eyes should see all the world atleast
His hands remain a symbol to fight against injustice.
His feets should not tremble in greatest wind
A statue reminding everyone a model of trueman.
Years before more than hundred faces I carved.
Yet none helped me to make my name distinct
None of my statutes errected in town
Some were sold but it helped to buy only a gown.
And so I hereby make my life cease.
But yet the deep sea make me please.
Can anyone make such confession
You may wonder as he did
And he didn't made such confession
For he never saw any sage
But that was his mind in last hour
For his mind ever wandered
In silly things which no one cured.