Thursday, 14 April 2011

On the brink


This looks and sounds absurd, i know. that is precisely the reason why this mail never reached your inbox . i am keeping this in my drafts so that if something happens to me i want you to know this. but if nothing happens to me then life goes on as it is; a series of dramas and undercurrents and purposefully mis-represented sentiments. the mask lives on. whew, it is difficult to put things in to words especially trying to express emotions that you have always learned to suppress. ok i dont seem like i can go ahead. so let me come to the history of writing this up. i got up today morning all decided to go to Bombay to attend my friend's sister's wedding. I was about to call up the rest of the gang to confirm whether they are going, when I got a call from my mother. She said she had a bad dream where i was in a horrific accident. well, bad timing for a bad dream, now i cant ask her about the trip. but it anyways got me thinking. suddenly the fear of death is so tangible, that i can almost feel it. so i am yet undecided whether to go or not, whether to tell and go or not etc,etc.. that brings me back to the point at hand, what i have this excessive compulsion to tell you..here we go .. deep breath. wow.. this is a mail which will not leave my drafts till my death and i still cant bring myself to tell it. how old school can things be.. i mean a person be? yeah so the point we are revolving around or rather beating around the bush is the fact that, i really really think that yuo are an awesome person! i wont use back space even though all the muscles in my body are screaming 'silly, silly,silly'.. i knowe i haven't said anything mind blowing or substantial.. well it wasn't even what i intended to say.. i may act nasty and rude to you, i always have the 'i dont care' attitude when you are around, its just that i am afraid to show what i really feel for you. i am afraid of rejection and ridicule and not only that, i dont believe myself to be strong enough to go ahead with whatever commitments that will come with saying it out loud. also i am not sure you will stand by the end. but that doesn't take away the fact that a big chunk of everyday of me revolves around you. i know if you ever come across this, it will make you laugh but i also know that it is very evident at times at least for the people around. well, you know what, i cant help it. it just happens. so coming back to the narrative i really crave for you at times, your physical presence. there were times when i wished so desperately that you would just lean in and kiss me, or i could put my head on your shoulder, or get a tight hug.. but then when we see each other, i dont know, where to, all this feelings evaporates. sometimes the smell of your cologne is so enticing, so is the sight of your face. maybe i keep pushing you away because i dont know what will happen if i let you closer. i like to be in control. well, i think i am rambling.. all i want to say is, i wish you had kissed me, i wish there was a warm hug. Guess I wanted, to feel wanted.. i wish you had just pushed it a bit..
do i hav to add, 'ps: i love you'? i dont know because if it was that, would i have cared of consequences?? but i would say, i care for you.. a lot ..

Sunday, 5 December 2010

ഒരു പ്രണയ കാവ്യം..
A Love Poem

പ്രണയിക്കുവാന്‍  ഞാന്‍ മറന്നു പോയി..
പോയ കാലങ്ങളില്‍..
മനസ്സിനോട് ഞാന്‍ മന്ത്രിച്ചു..
ഇതൊന്നും വേണ്ട ..
എല്ലാം വെറുതെ...


ഇന്ന് ഞാന്‍ തിരിഞ്ഞു നോക്കുമ്പോള്‍..
കാണുന്നത്  ഒരു പിടി ഓര്‍മകള്‍ മാത്രം..
ഒരു മരവിപ്പോടെ ഞാന്‍ ഓര്‍ക്കുന്നു..
എല്ലാം എന്തിനായിരുന്നു??


എന്തിനു ഞാന്‍ എന്നെ തന്നെ മറന്നു കളഞ്ഞു?
എന്ത് കൊണ്ട് ഞാന്‍ ആരെയും പ്രണയിച്ചില്ല??
പ്രണയിച്ചവരെ ഞാന്‍ അകറ്റി നിര്‍ത്തി ..
പ്രണയത്തെ നോക്കി, ഒരു നിസന്ഗതയോടെ  ..

പ്രണയിനി അല്ല, സുഹൃത്തായി..
ഒരൂ കൈ ദൂരം നിന്നു ഞാന്‍ ..
പ്രണയിച്ചു..
പലരെയും..
പ്രണയിക്കുന്നു..
ഇപ്പോഴും...







Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Muffled Voices

It isn't the voice of the dead,
But that of an even more pathetic breed.
No, it isn't coming from Mars,
Nor from your favourite stars.

They are much near to us,
Rather too uncomfortably near.

They accompany an outstretched hand,
As silently pleading yearning eyes,
In that feeble voice,
Is it a child, a woman or a man?
Refugee, Immigrant, or someone just displaced?

They are much near to us,
Rather too uncomfortably near.

Saturday, 13 February 2010

In the periphery..


I centre my life,
Around the periphery of others’..
The peripheries surrounding me
makes it look like I am the centre..

but when people start drawing borders..
the peripheries don’t exist anymore..
one by one they vanish away..
leaving me standing..

right at the centre
all alone.

Thursday, 1 October 2009

when i think of you..


Baby when you say that out,
You should know how I feel about

When your fingers brush
against my face,
When I feel the caress
My heart skips a beat
It makes me smile inside..

The laugh in your eyes
When you look at me..
The crooked smile
That is so you

Baby you make me tick
You drive me crazy..

I wish you would hold my hand
I wish we could be alone
I wish we saw it when we had it
I wish we could go back and start over again

Yeah that moment of magic is gone,
That spark has died away..
It is just longing that is left
The fond memories of yesterday..

Baby I know its just a dream,
A dream that is far away…

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

something tht i can identify with..

Don't ask questions, you should be seen and not heard!
Who are you to think? it is so because it is so!
Don't try to understand, believe!
Don't argue, obey!
Don't rebel, adjust!
Don't stand out, belong!
Don't struggle, compromise!
Who are you to know?
society knows best!
Who are you to object?
All values are relative...

- Ayn Rand ( Atlas Shrugged)

these lines I'm reminded of, often. by instances tht happen in my life and the ones tht I see hppening to others. damn it!! why do I take life soo seriously??

Friday, 15 May 2009

looking around...

Tell me why
the moon plays peek-a boo,
the stars twinkle,
the seasons change,
but people care no more..

Tell me why
when we hear a cry,
we do not wipe the tear,
but shrug our shoulders
and walk away...

Tell me why
there are many old and weary,
wanting to die,
but it is the young ones that are nipped
without a chance to bloom...

Tell me why
the world is dark
though the sun is shining
there is blood everywhere
but none in people's heart

Tell me why
give me reasons
make me understand...
are we asking,
'who is my brother?'...