The Verily Thinker

Banish

2017-07-18T13:42:00.001+05:30

I woke up to horror.
machine bells rang,
loud noise approachs,
the pen stops bleeding,
and rest of the world fell asleep.
Before I leave my adopted home
I wanna wake up again,
like it's a bad dream...

A Love Letter

2013-01-13T11:27:00.001+05:30

Dear,

     All good words are already said and heard, the train has left the station. We have talked more and less, together lived a very less. There is no escape now; my love has made me surrender. Oh, my dear, I have taken more time to say this but, I’m deeply, madly in love with you.
     I find no limits in the love that I have it for you. I love your every smile (even though some are when I fall), and I really enjoy even the smallest movement in your face; every blink of your eyes, the little naughty expressions you make and your angry cheek. I love them..! I love them all… I love you like my life.
     The reality was always very rude to us, I know there will be no one rather than ourselves pleased with our great secular love. But I hope that our dreams will give us the strength, and one day will write our story on the sand that no waves can wipe, that our love lives forever.
     Every second I spent with you was very special. I really enjoy walking with you, and I wish one day I could hold your arm and walk through the river side in a fine evening before the sun leaves us alone. You made me cry, smile and laugh. You gave meaning to my life; love to my loveless black heart, like a rain in the desert. You just reached out, touched my heart, and took it away. Now, I can occupy with nothing but you. Your soul is made to love with the purity of an angel; but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tumble with apprehension.
     I want you to understand one thing that my love for you is real and I shall love you until I draw my last breath.
     I’m not that much of a writer, there are far more to write, and my love has more to say. But I fold this letter hoping that our love lives forever as a prayer, a thought or a thankful part of your heart.

With love

A Valentine’s Day Shrive

2012-07-03T21:08:00.000+05:30

There she is, sitting on the stairs talking to her friends. There were enough beautiful hot girls in my college that it took me 18 months to really notice her. She is not that charming but definitely a beautiful and kind person, who always wears a smile on her face. She probably even smiles when she is sleeping, and there will be no one in this whole world who doesn’t like her. She is a free bird flying in the endless blue sky without the fear of being hunted. So, after those 18 months when I started to notice her, when I started to enjoy being with her, and when we started to share even the smallest things in our life; she made a serious impact in my loveless black heart. I, without knowing, started to love her.

So here I am, a little far away from where I can see her. so I can wait till all her friends say goodbye, till she is all alone again. Meanwhile, I decided to spend my time worthy. So I recollected my last night preparations like that dump student who, just before an exam goes through all pages in the book hoping that it may help him to score. I can feel my heart beats now, louder. For a woman it doesn’t matter whether it's her first or 10th delivery, she feels the same excitement and tension. Same in the case of a man, either it’s his first or 100th proposal; it will feel like the first. So even after completing my half dozen proposals, I stood there like the old one biting my nails. My worst fear is that I proposed this girl's very close friend in less than one year. You know, if a girl knows something then the remaining ten and probably their boyfriends also had a laugh at me. Pathetic!

The actual story is funny. I always had that sense of trying to be the better man within my friends. So when three of my friends had a crush on this girl, the one I proposed, I took the challenge of proposing her before the others. In which I succeeded but failed to win her heart. Shame!

I watched all her friends dropping few words in her ears as they say goodbye. What could be it? Well, I decided not to dig any deep since I have enough of problems to deal with.

"Smash it!!!"

A wake-up call from my friend who was playing badminton in the nearby ground. He had no idea that he just gave me enough courage to move on. I took exactly 23 steps to reach her. I did count it. Love is that special feeling which makes you even count the steps that lead you to your love. So as I entered, she gave me an ‘I know why your here’ look while trying to smile. I sat beside her, no words shared. We watched an entire set of badminton play from there. How romantic, right?

Finally, I broke the silence. Few words escaped my lips in my struggling voice.

"See, I have a feeling for you, hope you too. I don’t know, I just love you"

For few seconds, I could not believe what I just said. It wasn’t the one that I practiced a hundred times yesterday before going to sleep. I ruined everything in a fraction of the second. Though my conscience continuously told me to not bother about the things that had already happen and try concentrate on those that are to come. We slipped to silence again.

"It won’t work"

She said suddenly. Her face filled with sadness and fear when she spoke. She waited a few seconds and then took the courage to say few more words. She talked about how we (she) can’t be in love; how the society is going to see it and what impact this is going to make in our families. She didn’t speak a wordless or more.

I could not bear anything more. I wasn’t really prepared to take ‘NO’ for an answer. I thought we were close enough for her to refuse my love, and I believed she already knows the fact that I love her and is waiting for me to ask. Like all men, I too failed to understand a woman.

Time traveled very slowly. I saw people laughing at me, people who never had experienced the love, who never had the courage to propose a girl, who had no idea what it feels like to be rejected. Ruthless eyes observed me, people suddenly started to annoy me without even saying a word. I’m ashamed by the fact that the one I thought loved, just turned her face away. I have left with no defense. All my words are gone; they lost in the ocean, died in the womb. An abortion!

After few minutes, without making her wait anymore, I took a long breath and asked.

"Apart from this right and wrong, from the society that always tried to mold as into the shape they wanted, and from the family; by putting their arms around as, chain as down, is there any love that you have left for me?"

I don’t know why she left this question unanswered. She probably didn’t want to break my heart, or she fears that there is, inside her shallow heart, an undying love for me that she hid in her smiles. She left me without any sign of goodbye.

ഇരവും പകലും നിഴലും നിലാവും

നിറയെ കിനാക്കളും പൂക്കവെ

ഞാനറിയാതെ ബാക്കിയായത്

നിന്നിലേക്കുള്ള ദൂരം മാത്രം

I cried under the shower that day, loudly. My tears lost in the water without leaving a trace. That night, I slept to forget the unforgettable so I can wake up to believe that everything was a dream.

This is the truth I don’t want you to believe or the lie that is told to believe.

Poem : Kazhcha

2012-06-27T10:57:00.000+05:30

കാഴ്ച

ജിവിതമിപ്പോള്‍ കുപ്പികളിലാണ്‌

ആദ്യം മധുരിപ്പിച്ചും

പിന്നെ കയ്പിച്ചും

മൂത്തവര്‍ ചൊല്ലിയ

മുതുനെല്ലിക്ക പോലെ

ഒരു ന്യൂ ബോട്ടില്‍ ലൈഫ്

പച്ച, ഓറഞ്ച്, കറുപ്പ്, വെള്ള

ജീവിതത്തിനും നിറങ്ങള്‍ പലതാണ്‌ .

അരികത്തു നിന്നൊരു

കുഞ്ഞിനെ കാണാതെ പുഴ

മൗനമായ് !

നദികള്‍ വില്പനക്ക് ,

വെള്ളമില്ലെങ്കിലും

മണല്‍ വരിയ കുഴികളുണ്ട്

മണലില്ലെങ്കിലും

മാലിന്യങ്ങള്‍ വേണ്ടത്രയുണ്ട് .
പണ്ടെപ്പഴോ ഒളിച്ചെത്തിയ

ശിവനാമം ഇപ്പോഴും ധ്വനിക്കുന്നുണ്ട്

വേണ്ടവര്‍ മുന്‍കൂട്ടി

ബുക്കു ചെയ്യുക .

ഇവിടെ ഇരുട്ടിന് കറുപ്പല്ല

വെളുപ്പാണ് നിറം

കണ്ണീരിനും തന്നീരിനും

ഒരേ നിരമായിരുന്നോ ?

യന്ത്ര കൈകള്‍ വാരിത്തിന്ന കുന്നുകളും

മണല്‍ കുഴികളില്‍

തെന്നിവീണ പുഴയും

ചോദിച്ചു

നിങ്ങളെ വളര്‍ത്തിയതാണോ

ഞങ്ങള്‍ ചെയ്ത തെറ്റ് ?
ഓണനിലാവും മാമ്പഴക്കാലവും

നഷ്ടപ്പെട്ട തലമുറക്കാവശ്യം ,

ഞങ്ങളുടെ നഷ്ട സ്വപ്നങ്ങള്‍

തിരികെ തരൂ .

Please Read : This poem is written by one of my classmate, Hridya, a wonderful writer. Actually I collected few poems, including this one to create an online magazine for my college, which i could not able to do. So this is me asking for forgivness. Hope you enjoyed the poem.

Micro Poems : A Collection

2012-06-10T11:56:00.000+05:30

I'm going to share few of my short poems here. The reason why I keep them tiny are, I don't like big lengthy poems and i also have a very little to say (but of cause more to understand), so I keep my poems tiny simple and funny,the way I love it. Anyway, every poem has a story to tell you, hope you enjoy it. Thanks

This poem has no title
cause I didn't plan recital,
i have heard words can kill but I
still have my rifile

Lost poet!

I'm a lost poet
unable to find the seeds
which grows, blossoms
and turn to fruit.
Wake me up please!!

Lessons of life

My life, my love and the pain,
the deep wound left in
my sallow heart, broken
and the dreams left in vain.
The lessons of my life,
learned in the hard way
fake smiles, ruthless eyes
and the words of strife.

My Poem Rhyme

I hardly know the spelling
And they want me to rhyme
Oh my poem! It's like killing
But my poem still rhyme

Banana Tree

we were friends, so
I plant a banana tree
on his land and
poured some water.
Now it blossoms, and
he became my enemy,
I had no choice but to
pour some hot water.

College

2012-05-24T09:18:00.000+05:30

I wake up late
Rush to my college
Where the red bus take me,
A grave of my dreams.

Here things are 'normal'
stand up, wish, sit down.
Listening to the lecture bible,
a life of an internee.

I no longer live here
I used to wonder, old days
the magic of numbers,
love of science, not anymore

time passed, things changed
from under the trees to AC rooms,
Where machine teaches, man listen,
Where the joy of learning is lost
so my dreams, Rest In Peace.

Break Up Lines

2012-05-19T11:33:00.000+05:30

You called me yesterday to basically say
That you care for me but that you are,
Just not in love, at least not with me.
Immediately I pretended to be feeling the
Same way, and I led you to believe that I was OK.
To just walk away from the one thing that's
very sacred to me.
well, I guess I'm trying to be
nonchalant about it,
and I'm going to extremes to
prove I'm fine without you.
Underneath the disguise of the
smile that I wear I am
gradually dying inside.
Friends ask me how I feel And I
lie convincingly because I don't
want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering.
So I wear disguise until I go
home and turn off my light
and then I break down and cry.
So what do you do when
somebody, you're devoted to suddenly just
stops loving you and it seems
they haven't got a clue of
the pain that rejection is
putting me through.
Do you say "I will survive?"
or do you lash out and say
"How dare you leave me this way?"
I just held out with the hope that
You still stay, but you slipped away.

The Outsourced HD official trailer

2011-10-13T15:46:00.000+05:30

The Outsourced is my first short film, directed by myself. actually, it was a team work, I had the story so I talked about it with my friends and then we made it. This movie deal with the effect of technology over our natural abilities. Hope you enjoy it.

The Writer of Unfinished Poems

2011-08-13T16:12:00.000+05:30

I’m a writer

or a so-called one

I write poems,

my unfinished dreams.

Start with a blink,

flow like a rill,

sally through the rocks,

die before it reaches his love....

When life teaches the rhythm of love

everyone around enjoying the music

I’m all alone in the crowd,

words falling through my fingertips.

Heart of a lost sailor,

alone in the ocean

searching for the special star

to lead his way back home.

Walking through this undesired world

searching deep in my heart

to find a reason to live,

to start from where I left.

Somewhere in my life,

when the tide wipe my tears

sitting in my armchair,

writing my dreams again...

My First Blog

2010-09-26T23:05:00.000+05:30

Today I created my first blog. Reader turns writer, it's a big step for me. I have been thinking about this for a while; better late than never.

Writing stuff on the internet is fun. You can write anything and everything. More importantly, it's a useful tool when you want to say something to the world. Remember, with great power comes great responsibility.

Okay, about the name, the verily thinker, am regretting it already. It means a person who thinks truly, and I promise I'll give it my best shot, but you have been warned.

Let's start...