Biography of abhilash fraizer
Writer from Kerala, the Southernmost end of India. Charmed by words from early childhood, I wrote my first creative piece of writing at the age of 10. Classics that filled my lonely teenage years flamed my imagination that burst into words, which stealthily intruded my notebooks. Loved poems, novels, short stories and every piece that bloomed out of sheer imagination and passion. Written quite a few poems, novels, short stories and personal reflections both in English and my mother tongue. Published a few books. Feel like born to write and love to write. When I stop writing, I wither...hence I write.
abhilash fraizer's Works:
The End of Wars, Dalamarmaram (Rustle of Leaves) : Nin Viralthumpil (At your fingertips) : Ramazhayude Theerathu (On the Banks of Night Rain) , Christmas Manju (Christmas Dew)
abhilash fraizer Poems
Everlasting Things Are Incomplete!
Dreams, fallen from the stars, Glistened in your eyes, dear. They spoke to my soul Of an everlasting love,
Irresistible Invitation Of Nature.
Rain! Irresistible invitation of nature, To the primordial joys- The joys before the civilizations were born,
Tiresias Can Dream Still, But...
Blind-eyed Tiresias had thousand colored dreams, Our thousand eyed world don't! Then, what is blindness?
Good Night, Dear!
For you, before the night falls, I pour out my heart's melody and music, In celebration of a sweet meeting with a poetic friend. And when night, the darkest of my friends, do come
Bathing In Warm Water...
Bathing in warm water Rekindles in me All the warmth of my childhood! Even today, on this cold rainy day,
Stepping Into Endlessness
Writing a poem is Stepping into endlessness A moment ago
Life is a combat with time... Still I dare to dream of outwitting time, Having sipped eternity in a sleep as profound as death! Search Out!
Rainbow Bent like an arch of desires, shelter of our dreams, Colour it seven times,
The Feather Touch Of Poesy
Its heart-warming and soothing To find friends with poetic wings And watch them hover On the sky of imagination
Song Of A Stone
I am a stone In a morn I was thrown Into the gloom of Gathsamene. I was alone, I could only mourn
Hymn To The Night
O Night, the darkest of my friends! I've just tears to give you! If you ask for more and plead I've a heartful of sighs too!
A Vacuum Of Dreams!
The playground is forlorn The player a grieving loner, Games were battles; they decided my fate! One after another, every defeat
You blew into my nights With acidic breaths. Never a touch- But a cyclone of passionate words
In a world of noices and wars, my friend, keep a space for melody in your heart... Nurture your soul in love, and exhale The deepest truths of your heart...
Good Night, Dear!
For you, before the night falls,
I pour out my heart's melody and music,
In celebration of a sweet meeting with a poetic friend.
And when night, the darkest of my friends, do come
to call me back to my dreams,
I keep your rhythmic words
in my heart
As a lantern, as a candle,
Yea dear friend,