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.

Beliefs

Through birth our journey begins
And with death it ends I think
For my quest "Is there life after death?"
Never ends with an answer still.
To believe life is once is ,Is what I feel
Will make to live this life full.
When in darkness I think
At once my body turn to ashes
I wonder what this life is for
If everthing ends for nothing
For what is what we achieve
And in lonliness I feel
Is that only what we give
To others make us live
To heart of others
When we leave.

December

The Christmas days are coming near
Marking the end of another year.
A time to confess the deeds of yesterday
And rejoice with hopes to celebrate New Year
Leaving behind despair of yesterday.
Like a boy standing on the corridor
Gazing to the world, yet unseen
Experiencing only new vision
let I move in next year
is only my wish to thee;
with hopes and excitement.

SUN

In morn ever comes the sun

 He never fails in the run.

 Peeps through the window 

To wake, all his slept sons. 

 

"If light has come, Will dark be still"? 

And with spirit of life it fills

In every creature the warmth of joy 

To be alive in this wonderful world.

 

 Yet in that mournful hour 

When the sun sets 

A pal of gloom in every creature rest

 And then birds fly to their nest. 

To feed their little ones with pest. 

 

And in that mournful hour

 When sky fills with orange and red

 And the day dooms to silent hours.

 It reflects and moves our mind 

Somewhere with spiritual essence..

Dreams

Why often dreams that builds on hope
For years; sinks in ocean of tears
The dreams like pearls in heart
That keep why makes at times weep?
It never felt when I didn't see in you
The same depth of love as I had for you
But it felt somewhere deep in my heart
when I saw in your eyes love for someone else.
It took miles to make you smile
Atlast I saw you smile but with pity.
And then I knew What tears meant to be.