Sep 9, 2011

~~~ Sometimes~~~

sometimes it is better to break rules
 it is better to hide your feelings
 it better to act what you are not, 
for others and to the extend it fills relief
by the time it might have broken someone
s heart . . .

Sep 5, 2011

Had you . . .

Had you ever thought why the clouds are floating?
Had you ever wondered how flowers so beautiful?
Had you ever wished this world to bee heavenly?
Had you ever controlled emotions when you need not be? 
Had you ever felt special to someone?
Had you ever danced in rain?
Had you ever be happy like a child?
Had you ever cried like anything?
Had you ever be confident to have a best friend? 
Yes I had. 

Sep 3, 2011

The Story of lost Mobile

My brother lost his mobile in November last 2010 and complained in cyber cell. One day a kallara native, our relative, came home and informed that it is he who got that mobile, actually he bought it from a known mobile shop at kallara. H was called from the cyber cell and he went and handed over the mobile to the authority there. From there he got our address and that is why he came to know that it was my brother's. He was asked to meet the authority in the next week with the shop owner from whom he bought the mobile. On that info, my brother went to the cyber cell and enquired about the matter of missing mobile. They told they haven’t received any such mobile and is not reported. A few months ago, my father referred the matter to an officer in special branch. And after a week or so, we got call from cyber cell and informed that the mobile is there and asked to collect. When he got the mobile, it was damn destroyed in display and keyboard. Then he serviced the mobile and now it is working. But there are problems with display. A few days ago he accidently saw two voice recordings in the memory, and that clearly indicates the involvement of the mobile shop owner and a police officer to suppress the complaint.
Listen to the audio. May be a native of Kallara can clearly identify the voice.


ജീവസ്പന്ദനമറിയാതെ തേങ്ങുന്ന കളിവീണയില്‍
തകര്‍ന്ന തന്ത്രികള്‍ ഉതിര്‍ക്കുന്നതെല്ലാം പാഴ്ശ്രുതികള്‍ ആകുന്നു  . . .
മരണഗാനം മീട്ടുവാനേ വിപഞ്ചിക പാടാറുള്ളൂ എന്നു ഞാന്‍
മനസ്സിലാക്കി പല പ്രശസ്തരുടെയും വേര്‍പാടുകളില്‍. . .
ഞാന്‍ കണ്ടു,
         മൂകമായ് അരങ്ങൊഴിയുന്ന വിരഹത്തിന്‍ സന്ധ്യകളില്‍
        ഓരോ രാജമല്ലിപ്പൂവിലും  മുറിവേറ്റ ഹൃദയത്തിന്‍ ശോണിമ പടരുന്നത്
ഞാന്‍ കണ്ടു,       
        കാലചക്രത്തിന്‍ കറക്കത്തില്‍ നിര്‍ദ്ദയം ഞെരിഞ്ഞമരുന്ന
        സ്വപ്നങ്ങളെയും ഒരു പിടി ഓര്‍മ്മകളെയും
വസന്തം വിരുന്നു വന്നപ്പോഴും 
നവകുസുമങ്ങളില്‍ തേന്‍ നിറഞ്ഞപ്പോഴും
എങ്ങും ഉത്സവത്തിന്‍ തിരക്കേറുമ്പോഴും
നിന്‍റെ സ്നേഹസമ്മാനമായ ഏകാന്തതയുടെ കാളകൂടവിഷം
ഞാന്‍ നുണയുന്നു നിമിഷങ്ങളില്‍ രാഗഭേദമില്ലാതെ. . .

Sep 1, 2011


I don't know what it refers to
I don't know where it comes from
I don't know why it is in this world
I don't know whether I am subjected to it
I don't know whether I am a spokesman of it
I don't know how it plays with relations
I don't know to whom it is significant
I don't know whoever are sincere in it
I don't know by which it takes rebirth
I don't know anything about sentiments
But the contradiction is . . .
Still I am always called sentimental. . .