fresh year

Coming a fresh year into the busy life which has neither shape nor rhythm. Again we recreating new hopes and determinations. Time never waits for us to correct the past, it comes up to the year sans ask and tell us. Years are the chapter of our life. It teaches new lessons through the death and birth of lives, fall and rise of the cities, changes of the world and so. Nothing is controlled by us, so what should we hope and take decision? Yet, nobody likes to be a pessimist. That is what take good determinations and expect glorious events of tomorrow. For me, this year is the finishing point and turning of my study .

I recollect love which tasted and lost . something gifted, and beyond our dreams and hopes. Eyes controlling pain and tears. Oh! every good things are short such as love and good friend. With pain, closing the doors of 2009. Say BYE! wipe tears and welcome the fresh year.

invalidity of relationships

Everything is short and limited. Anticipations are stupidity. If you give much important to relationships, I like to call you fool; because today I know it. I don’t know what really happening around us. Everything changing, nothing existing in a permanent shape. Change is to be welcomed but it is not to be pathetic!! oh! unbearable. I shocked when my friend said that reality “relation are not made for ever”. Really that is hitting in my brain and makes me pain. but oh!! who is responsible for these changes. God, science or men? I leave all to the almighty. I can't suffer much shocks. Can I get a validity card for my life long relationship which I give much important, respect, purity and so?

oh sigh*

oh sigh!!
You are shutting all my hopes,
Which belong to me years.
Deep and depth; strong and solid,
Bleeding my heart,
But no pain, no tears,
Freezing expectations.
Shapeless images,
Colourless days,
Voiceless friends.
Again I search for my love,
The breath of life it is.
I am wrong, stupid,
Because I love.
They laughing at my heart,
So feel I am in mental hospital.
I am mad, crazy,
Because I love.
Where you hide the face?
Where you hide the love?
Let it to flow over your heart.
Oh! my people,
Be frank, open,
Be don't pseudo!!
Oh sigh! thanks
Relax my heart, and cool.
Waving vibrated hands, BYE!!

* fools are free in this obstructed world!! Here are the lines of a fool which have neither rhyme nor rhythm, meaningless utterance. Let him do so.

am not alone

Again I lost the meaning of love and real life. You friend, I thought that you can understand me well, but there I failed. SORRY!! I have no pain, because am not alone. having love, support, caring. Please don't ask me from where I get it? Life!! you are teaching all chemistry of real life. hopes are deserted but hoping, because I like to be an OPTIMIST. I ask you, what is real? what is unreal? Let me know the meaning of love? But I don't know that is wrong what I dream. I love all what is belong to me, even my cell number, books, my spectacles!! may be am a fool but that is ME. so let me walk in my way where I get pleasure.

mon cher professeur

Janardhanan nair, il est mon cher professeur de français, conseiller et motiver...

my virgin

A hornbill* nests in this tree,
No foliages and blossoms,
But hopes and promises.

We see the mirages,
Follow to touch it,
Again be an optimist.

Oh! my beloved,
Wait and smell my blooms,
And sleep in my branches.

I see your chattered feathers,
And blurred eyes which look and,
Thirst for love and quench.

Untile rain comes,
And purifies all stains,
Wait and pray to the Almighty.

Wipe tears and smile,
Hold your 'virginity',
Until the real ride.

*Hornbill (Vezhambal) is the official bird of Kerala.

dream & reality

Dr. A. P. J (Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen) Abdul Kalam was the eleventh President of India, serving from 2002 to 2007

but one face

Ask me not who I'm
I hide my wounded body
And naked limbs
Cloths cover all my wounds
"Big home" hides my poverty
Stained glasses and steel plates
Still quarreling each other
Yet, my heart and one face
Always show their reality
Oh! My night, sleep alone
Today I talk with my dreams,
You my dream
Don’t part and sacrifice
you are not a guest but love
Nest the corner of heart,
Pay nothing, but live with me
Deaf words are shouting
Sometime sing
They are far way...

homosexuality

First of all, we classify all men in the world by gender; male and female. I like to say the "official gender"!! Next, we see a third gender; that is so-called eunuchs (Hijada). Then there we see a three sector as male, female and eunuchs. again we divide all men based on mental condition: heterosexual, bisexual and homosexual. As we know heterosexual is sexually attracted to members of the opposite sex, bisexual is Sexually attracted to both sexes, and homosexual is having a sexual attraction to persons of the same sex. Here I like to point out the seriousness of "pure homosexual", you may think why do I use "pure", yes they are a minor people who suffer many problems and they don't know what to do next. we can't be blind to these realities. unfortunately I say they are "victims of destiny". They do not like to be known as "victim", because they are "happy"!!. Anyway, I support my friend, he is a gay. He say: that "it's a natural one, and leave me to chose". Really he does not know what to do in his real life, there is no other option in front of him. All religions are against this fact, but I think that is not these kinds of "pure homosexuality". Because this is inborn and they are not survived by medical treatment until now(?). These kinds of peoples like to be treated as girl (not all). Their struggle for existence, it should be protected. I confirm "pure homosexual" and oppose all other bad practices. whether it is mental disorder or not, do analyse all these serious realities of the world and diversities of mind.

black flag

Call not me Green,
I'm Black, pure Black,
Mixture of all colours,
Green, Red, Blue, Orange...
My mother is Night,
all children equal to her
But you, Day
Separate our harmony
Blue-sky, Green-woods
We were one,
You may reveal beauty
But we are split by
Flags, slogans, and colours
I shut my eyes to be black
Oh! mother, kill this Day and
Unite us in a single flag,
Raise slogans of solidarity
And hoist The Black-Flag

the World's Worst Sins!!

First: Disobedience of Adam and Eve; they ate the forbidden fruit and disobeyed God.
Second : Oedipus, a tragic king of Thebes, who unknowingly killed his father Laius and married his mother Jocasta, they spent about 15 years of happy married life; neither knew the identity of the other. Two sons and two daughters were born to them!!
Third : my talk with my teacher, there I said "I wouldn't that mam, she is not good for teaching" over a phone call without the knowledge to whom I talking. It was she. alas!! She was good in knowledge and I respect her great knowledge but the method of teaching.... I was wrong then. sorry my dear mam! Forgive me, I need your blessing in my way of study. Don't curse me...please. Oh! my God, please say to her. you are almighty.
I thank to my days and life, it teaches new lessons every day which ends its duty.
Oh! Day you my teacher,
Oh! Night you my adviser,
Oh! Dawn you my motivator.

k for kiss

Pure relationship!! is born and reborn. they were killed by a word. yes I killed. can you guess that sharp word? For me, that was not sharp at all but for them, it was sharp as a knife. you know, my mother taught a meaning and usage of it. I did not know another usage. so I thrust towards.. it killed before I got a reply, there was silence, could not understand even its meaning. deep silence!! I don't know what wrong with me. oh! mother why did you teach me wrong? tell me.... "A" for apple, apple for eating but you failed when you taught "K". K for Kiss and kiss for your mother's cheek, to makes her happy. I do know only the pure meaning of that word, to whom I say? all are kidding so I threw away that word and walk again and again without sound.

to my friends

Heart nearer to minds,
Shaking lips, uttering nothing
Love is a beautiful lamplight,
Sit next to it, but touch not
You accuse God not at all
Burning is our nature!!
Agonizing killing, oh! Sin!!
So leave her alone and walk,
Sans look and utterance
Friends, where I go?
Now, in-between love and pain
Hands are empty, but heart
Beg eternity, immutable hearts
I just like an oyster, same pain,
But not mother of pearl
Heart is hurting,
Tears no more, blood,
Bleeding over eyes
Doors and windows closed,
But I see open-roof and blue sky
We pain and pleasure love once again
Sacrifice ourselves forever
Monument!!
Remember, and pray.

pardon

oh! my lover
veins are bleeding
pain and sorrow
where I dump it
I have lost my pen
oh! even to write it down
hear the cry of womb?
oh! where is my pen?
gives birth to a word
oh! God
give it back...please
my body is freezing
oh! my children
you are the sons of pain
and loneliness
pardon your mother
your last brother died
and me being dead
pardon... pardon...

pay homage

http://www.flickr.com/photos/thinguji/tags/kamaladas/

dear KAMALADAS*

It's the last Gene
Love is no more
She stepped down
Through the narrow streets
Now there is a blank
Who inherit it?
Nothing equal
Mother of love
Children are here
Taste extremely
Do get relief when we embrace your children
They, words sweat
By the depth of word's passion
Survived by words!
Sure
Countless doors open
Spreading love
Pure love!

*our dear writer kamala surayya who died in Pune on Sunday (31.05.2009). she was 75.

nothing!!

oh world!
we are visitors of your home
don't expect much
relationships and tools are alike
just "handovering"...
I fear of love and men
fingers are shaking
don't hate and love
but be an optimist!
and wait until hug of death.

don't love!

Night hardly cheats day but the mind, where no light enters. It would be dark even in the day light without smile and stained one. Somebody set fire to the armory which could create good heart.
“guilty conscience” screaming.
Is there no shape for mind, it is to be changed within second. Oh! My dear!! Uncontrollable beatings, again it comes in to the palm that is my mind.
Don’t love!
It would raise hatred’s depth
So, don’t love
Not to hate
Oh! My days!
Thanks
Taste is the code of relationship beyond ASL (age, sex, location). Parentage gathered by different colour and tastes. Oh! Dream you make me desire. So much… Oh! Words, if I had not your support, to whom would I say my pain and expectations?

let's walk

we can hear the screams of 2008, but we have to welcome the new year that really crossed into our real life. so Let's hope much. Last year gifted different colours of emotions, sorrow and joy. But we can expect happiness only in this pure year. Our determinations help to survive.

New Year's Eve

Last hours of 2008!! It was really different experience in my life!! We five, friends of french study, get together at a restaurant, with bottles of beer!! I have never had experienced in my life that kind of atmosphere, dim light!! They carefully pour beer to nice glasses. I don't taste, because I have no interest in alcohol that is why just I sit by them. But I touched the bottle " I boast of It"!! hahaha... There we can see in bold red letters "alcohol consumption is injurious to health"!! It's a common irony.

we discussed various types of subjects, technology, spirituality, language, world economic crisis, future of India and our own remembrances. time close to ten. we shared our wishes one another "Happy New year".