Many flowers are there
In my garden
All of them are ravishing
And different
...
When I was rushing my home
Which was so far from my dreams
Where I keep my worries safe
With a path full of thorns
...
Startling drizzle
Awakes your memory
I know you love it
Yes, me too...
...
At last I reached
In this lonely place
Nobody to disturb me
Nobody to govern me
...
You are
The fire of my heart
The precious treasure to keep
The victim of cruel fate
...
Innum ninnormmal
En mizhikale niraykukil
Neeyinnumen hruththil
Vasikkunnuvennakaam
...
In our life
In our relations
God created some unneeded links
Which are useless in both sides
...
It was my dream
A wonderful dream
Which I wished
Really should happen
...
My smile is hiding in my heart
My words are striking in my throat
My anger turns into droplets of water
I wish to talk a lot
...
In that rain.....
May be he brushed the raindrops
With his lips from hers
...
From God's Own country.... I write poems as I like to... When I feel loneliness....... When I feel hurt.... When I feel happiness....That means If I am normal I never write....But I am not normal always...)
My Favorite Flower
Many flowers are there
In my garden
All of them are ravishing
And different
But for me
From my childhood
You are the most elegant
My dear white Chempa.
Your external beauty
Never attract anyone
And difficult to identify
From long dark leaves
Just like the one who
Hide his deep love
In great silence
Believing himself nothing there.
Your secret fragrance
Make me mad
Of pleasure and love
Of pain and lose
As he break his silence
To flow his love to his dear
who will keep it for lifetime
Just once experienced.
Oh, my amazing Chempa
I never like to pluck you
Because if I do so
Will loose forever
I don't like to possess you
Stay as it is
If you stay there
At least I can appreciate you
I will water you
With my tears
And will keep your petals
In my heart.