THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

When love came with a bunch of flowers, You were sleeping, Of the tiresome classes and exams, Not to disturb you, She walked away Deciding to visit you some other day. But when she came the next day, She saw the angry you at home, For some trivial matter. Afraid of confronting the furious you, she once again walked away. But for three years, She was busy braiding her hair And cleaning her mirror To go out with the new found love. Love came back with untouched lips Yearning for a kiss, But you were busy to miss, Entangled in the hands of some passer-by, Who only offered you a month of redemption, And left you with a broken heart. When depression rented the rooms of your heart, you hated yourself For being a fool and desperate. Love landed with suspicion Of meeting you again, But you carelessly opened the door and offered a coffee. Love was not partial this time. She sat at your living room for years, With her belongings at the door And your hands in her...

When mosses grow around my bed, Creeping under the blankets, Hiding away from lights, And lifting my body to a higher plane, I will ask you to be my pair. Timeless dreams and faceless figures Capture my mind Bringing novelty to my existence, That's when you have to be my pair. When absurd drama is about to begin, I will ask you to be my pair, To pretend love To pretend hate. I see the sweat on your foreheads, Your eyes sparkle from the sprinkling of sunbeams Which jumped over my head to hug  you. Lost in a world of opaqueness, I will present you the old tattered tshirt, Which will make you nauseous Of memories. That's when I remember the promises that you gave me, To become my pair. Once you become my pair, I can take you to the caves that seem to be haunted, Where i have hidden the magic wand. When I say that I can take you to the past, Unable to believe, you will stay indifferent. When the door finally opens, You will scream and hide behind the...

I owe you a multiple times for being the Wild flower amidst the potted plants. You seem to listen to the endless entities of night, You seem to walk away from the ballet of wind. Your magic is irreversible And contagious. Separated from the sun of the day, you are fond of the moon of the night. Your footsteps seem to be the artwork of an amateur artist, Yearning for applause. Heartbreaks seem to be the rhythm of your heart, Forming a walkable distance from death. Your enchanting pupils seem to be ready to trap a Whole lot of invisible things, Beyond human perception. Today you sing the songs of yesterday, And tomorrow,the songs of today. The lavenders of your garden are brighter than mine, For the sun seems to be sleeping over your garden for a whole season. I owe you for being the muse of Desperate artists, Kindling the fire in them, Not leaving them behind to wither And to be drained of all vitality. I beg you, Break my bones, Hold my hands, Take me to y...

Let my pain grow older and wiser, When the death knell tolls, I will built a coffin for her, To be in solace, To descend and not to levitate, Because I sneeze pain, I hear pain, I touch pain, and I walk pain. I hear pain from Deep down the abyss of hell, Producing cries of unknown. I see my body giving birth to uncanny prickles, I touch the warm waters that gifted me blisters. From the dark corners of beautiful gardens, I see eyes of pain with beckoning signs. When too much of fakeness engulfs my existence, I see Pain commuting in public bus, Looking out at the old footpaths. Pain clutches tightly to the windows Of the young widow, with one week of nuptial happiness. Pain borns when rain rapes the land, Heavily pouring down in red and yellow. Pain takes the form of old abandoned toy in the cellar, Trying to get free of the dust. The flowers of unrequited love in multiple pockets cry out in pain. And when summer gets murdered by autumn, pain falls down from ...

There is a village out there So secretive and dark, Distinguished by its long lamp shades and struggling winds. Two thousand thoughts hovered in the sky, while thousand bed lights still produced its daughters. Figures outliving years are landmarks to this village. A man with just two front teeth, Clutches firmly to the tattered ajrak shawl, A sleepy signpost that showed the wrong direction, An ambulance driver stiffened by the law of death, A local singer with no admirers, A vintage gramophone playing Ghost songs, Make the artifacts of village. An old man who lost his way to house, Is looking up for a familiar song And registering it in him. To the east of the land, There is a crack in the mountain Through which beasts send their messengers, Dwarfs and giants, Irrespective of size,join their hands deciding not to quit. There is a mother crying over the coats of her dead son, Consoled by the prayers of the priest. The boy who is obsessed with shadows Finds h...

What do you actually name the feeling that lasts in you even after several months of experiencing something.Well, I would prefer to name it as a poetic experience. That's what I still feel even after several months of watching the movie Peranbu. The movie starring- okay, i would like to call it as a movie starring Amudavan and Paapa than Mammootty and Sadana, since all throughout the movie i could only see Amudavan and Paapa in this poetic experience. Peranbu, as the name suggests compassion is that holds all beings together. This poetic film creates an ache that will remain forever. Amudavan seemed to be afraid of everything unusual. He ran away from imperfect things. And certainly fromPaapa. Paapa is not a perfect child but she was special. Paapa was nature's child.As the 147 minutes film ends,the hateful nature turns out to be compassionate for Amudavan. Eventually Amudavan accepts the beauty of nature as well as its differences. Amudavan seeks shelter in nature when...

"As God is my witness, as God is my witness they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this and when its all over, I'll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill, as God is my witness I'll never be hungry again." On the one side we have the cool superwoman Scarlett O'Hara who said this. When she evolved from a silly woman to the saviour of Tara, her Tara where all her love for Ashley was cultivated along with cotton. But on the other side we have the not-so-perfect Rhett Butler who said, "frankly my dear, i don't give a damn." I fell in love with Rhett the very moment he said "You should be kissed, by someone who knows how" to Scarlett.Rhett fell in love with Scarlett not only because she was beautiful but also because they formed a horrible couple together."I love you. Because we’re alike. Bad lots both of us." Yes, they were both bad,than the nice Ashley an...