murder

They brutally murdered that lover in me,
who used to sing the hymn of my inner peace.
That friend in me was struggling painfully
to take it's breath.
At last that human in me,
committed suicide !

It's my pevido...

All these years i remained behind 

and why this hesitation?

Time tried to dismay me

but my reason for you made me strong.

i can wait, and i will,

till this mystical powers bring you to me ...

ജീവിതം ഒരു മഹാസഗരമാണ് ................

it is hard to bid adieu

hard to avow your absence

hard even to live the life with this bruising aloneness

with a reluctant heart,

with a sored psyche,

with an aching love,

                  mortality being vexed,

      like a melancholy in my soul's vestibule

        this is tribulating!

 but your truancy,being the foremost closeness to my heart,

 your enduring reality in me,

 is making you endless,

 more worthy, making me alive.