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Drown to Death

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Lift me up when you’re free
from underneath this pile of memories.
That’s where I refused to sink
but there, my life drowns to death.


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Favourite Color?

Blue! Leaking out of my pen and spreading along each line of my story I have written. They said it is my color. But I admired it more than just a color, as it is hiding behind my introversion, and beneath my brown skin. The sky I fell in love with, and the water that I wished to drown was blue. Blue was the only thing I missed in every twilight. It was the tears rolled down my cheek in every pouring rain and your tender breath hitting my neck. It was not just my favorite dress, but what you found in my black eyes. Blue was my dream and my nightmare. And it is a mystery and magic and everything I love before black..! 


 

 

Somewhere I belong…

I love good books. I often feel that some books talk to us, entice us and mesmerise into another world. There were many moments when I actually forgot my reality as I plunged into the lines written by the author. It could be a poem, a story… or just a word. And I love some moments in my life, which take me close to reality I am living or which let me connect to everything that is going around me… and inside me. I had such a moment to remember on Friday the 22nd July 2016.

I am not interested to tell you that, an urban area study is part and parcel of my Architecture studies or we chose “Venice of the East” aka the beautiful “Alappuzha” city but it actually resemble the City “Leiden” in Netherlands or anything. As a matter of fact along with my classmates I was also waiting to have a good time at beach. And yes. We played in water, captured many pictures and of course we were loud. But what I actually loved was, the time I sat on the shore alone and stared at the horizon which was abutted by an old rusty remains of a bridge, a few birds and some dark grey clouds that could rain anytime sooner. Actually I wished if it was raining. At that moment I was just another part of the sea and the shore.

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True Friend!

Dear Best friend,

When I look up to the sky, I see no darkness. I see a thousand bright stars. Sometimes I wished to be one of them. Because I wanted to look from the sky to see this earth in every possible way; to find you. The one I believe. The one I think who can understand me, who wouldn’t let me down, who will not desert me when I am lost…
But… Here I am… alone in a room, wishing if I was beside you. I waited a long time… I felt you are never going to come to me… Then I thought you are around and I am not realising it. I tried to find you in many. I trusted so many. But I fell… knowing that you are never there. You were the mystery and miracle of my life. You were just another word for me. You were the one I often found in the middle of a sentence.
Now I am old… and I realise that you were always that metaphor I found in my mirror…

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Feel Content with Yourself!

During my internship I had this habit of texting one of my best friends telling to meet me whenever I go to college for some academic purpose. That meetings made me really happy. Anyway this is my 5th and last year of college and my long list of close friends passed out college all together after their 4 year course. So the last trip to college was difficult. I went there and walked all over there realising they are all gone. I felt lonely. I did not feel it is the same college I studied for past 4 years. Things had changed. Anyway that realisation had made me think deep.

It is difficult to part people who are attached to our heart. It is even more difficult to continue our life alone in a place where we used to love, fight, enjoy with our close ones , realising they are not gonna come back. I could often see a vacant space beside me, behind me and within me. But this is the reality of life. Life does not stop for anybody unless we force it to. But we humans have an ability to adapt to situations.

“All failure is failure to adapt”
– Max Mckeown

What pulled me back for a while was my own inability to adapt to a change. But I remember the days of my internship when I moved into a different city without any friends. I remember the time I spent alone in a hostel room for months and tried to figure out the same thoughts. And I remember all the people I met and some became my close friends. I remember all the late night rides, new food trials, long stories and crazy weekends. I was not just surviving but, I was living the best life possible. And when I was alone, there was many books, music… and art which was always an escape for me…

We all have our own lives. You may or may not find people like you. They may or may not be with you forever. We may or may not be willing to be with some. And you can not simply depend on a person for all your happiness. There is life ahead so,  there is hope. We all gonna move on and on our path we will meet new people and let us not forget all who were there for us. There is gonna be new experiences and new life. But to enjoy it, I should feel content with myself. Because my own perspective values!ds-happy-09


 Note to Self

The Summer Story

Today I was just thinking, it is too difficult to suffer the summer in Kerala. All I need is to escape from the burning sun to some air conditioned place and to sleep like a baby. But I remember a time when summer was not difficult. When summer was all about happiness. When summer was about fun, love and life. Yes, we are going back to the beginning of this century.

During school days summer is about two months’ vacation. The days of liberation. When we could wake up late as possible and play all the day with friends and eat whatever we need any time and sleep without thinking about school. Summer became more favourite to kids as it is time of mangoes. Continue reading The Summer Story

God is in the Rains!

san rainsI call them the best moments when ticking of a clock doesn’t disturb my absolute concentration to each drop falling outside my window… Rains..! But when the dark sky faded, a blue one born and spread its colour in my mind….
I didn’t escape from it because I knew what I need is introspection…. And then one day that blue became the reason behind my smile…

It’s again raining… and I do believe…. God is in the rains..!