poem

Love never die !

love never die.

As we crumble-

in scars,

we mutually gifted

at the end.

It does hide-

Somewhere unreachable,

for the rest of everafter

left there…!

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poem

Magic of love

Tonight

I wish we can,

breath in

every moment

we live in

like stories we made in

in short !

Now look inside,

into the –

insights of all the

memories we walked in.

you see,

what left there ?

nothing much !

but see the magic ,

that made a curve-

in the face…

the magic of love.

poem

RADIO MINISTER

Once upon a time

there was a minister,

Mr. Radio minister !

but we can’t call him

radio minister,

because this minister-

Mr Radio minister

from hell’s own country-

locks you inside the bars.

Even though the minister was

double strong in his radio.

When there is a mic,

he speaks…!

when there is a mic and a question,

no doubt its GET OUT !!!

Radically,

I am the minister

I am the king

and you –

GET OUT.

poem

കണ്ണുകൾ

ആ കണ്ണൂകളോട്
എനിക്ക് കാമം തോനുന്നു,
തുറിച്ച് നോക്കി വേദനിപ്പിച്ചുവോ-
നിന്നേ ഞാൻ…

ക്ഷമിക്കുക നീയെന്നൊട്,
വിട…

ഞാൻ മടങ്ങുന്നു,
എന്റെ മുറിയിലേക്ക്…
ഇവിടെ ഞാൻ മാത്രം മതി,
എനിക്കെന്റെ വലതു കൈ ധാരാളം…!

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