𝑂ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙,
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒. 
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠.
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠.
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 tears.
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 . 
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠.
𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠.
& 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠.
𝑂ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙, 
𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟.

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I was in search of happiness in movies
after movies & my old books.
I got a glance of happiness in the third
scoop of my cotton candy Ice-Cream.
I decided to wear nice clothes & put on
some make-up to meet my happiness.
I played all of my favorite fast-number
songs to be truly happy.
I reached out to the greens & flowers,
the chirping of birds, the molten sun, the
night, the twinkling stars & phases
of the moon to feel happy.
I reminded myself that everything is
fine, so that I can smile.
But,
my happiness was right there,
in the eyes of my favorite person &
it made me smile, just like that.

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I am not the person whom you see, talk with or listen to.

I can still see that darkness even during bright daylight,
I can listen to my raising heartbeats, & losing breaths.
I can still smell that room and my worst memories,
I can still taste that fear and my helplessness.
I can still feel my trembling little hands
picking up my broken pieces & getting
hurt every time I try to fix it.

I am not the person whom you see, talk with or listen to.
I am right there, between those dark
pages, inside the book of my past.

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I'm falling in love with you
slowly, like inhaling metaphors
& Exhaling verses.
Word by word
Syllable by syllable.
Poem by poem.
& then, every single time.
All at once.
At a glance & just like that.

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I know someone who is wow,
despite all the flaws.
I know someone imperfect,
not seeking perfection.
I know someone who seems relaxed.
with thoughts so complex.
I know someone who is so selfless
in a world full of selfishness.
I know someone who is halfway there
and traveling all the way back.
I know someone who doesn't know me
& that I leave clues to collect & perceive.
I know someone-
who is moving away from me
but staying close to my words
& deep inside my heart.

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We talked for a while.
longer than usual.
May be for the first time
everything felt so casual.
He walked me out of my head
& it felt like he choked me till I'm dead.
Then we said goodbye
& never talked again.
We never talked again
with that spark in the eyes.
I came home & wrote about it.
A few poems about him.
To tell you the truth
It was all about love.
It was always about you.

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/ your eyes /

Your eyes are like sunflowers.
Those small black buds,
with a drop of pastel coffee at its core,
the light yellow petals of your iris,
and all the veins passing through its sky -
searching for the sun or someone.
An underrated art!

Your eyes are like sunflowers
and no one knows
How much I envy the sun.

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You told me that you've fallen in love again.
I told you I'm happy for you that my heart is overwhelmed with the idea of you finally finding the kind of love you've always wanted.

What I didn't tell you is that I still regret breaking your heart, that whenever I hear your name or I come across your picture, a little part of me breaks away
from my soul and goes on a quest to find you.

What I didn't tell you is that I still write about you, that if you look close enough you'll find your name imprinted between the spaces of my words, between the pauses of my
poetry.

What I didn't tell you is that, nothing came even slightly close to the comfort and ease I felt when I was with you.

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I carried home my damaged soul,
Bruised heart,
Fragile existence of my painful self,
All of it soaked in tears.
To crumble, curl up & to fall apart.
To forget, relax & to breathe.
I started to see the world again
through the eyes of my loved ones.
I've gone back to looking for happiness.
I started loving myself all over again & I
loved myself a little more.

Now,
I'm carrying around my healed soul,
warm heart & happy self at home.

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ഓർമ്മകൾക്ക് മരണമില്ല!
പിന്നെയൊ?

കഴിഞ്ഞ കാലമെല്ലാം മനസ്സിന്റെ
ഭിത്തിയിൽ, അടർത്തി മാറ്റുവാൻ
കഴിയാത്തത്ര ആഴത്തിൽ
പറ്റിപ്പിടിച്ചുകൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നു.
ചിരി വിടർന്ന വഴികളിലെല്ലാം,
ഓർമ്മകൾ കൂർത്ത മുള്ളുകളായ്
നിറയുന്നു.
ഉള്ളിൽ ഇരുണ്ട് കൂടുന്ന
നോവുകളെല്ലാം ആർത്ത് പെയ്യുന്നു,
രാവെളുക്കുവോളം പെയ്തിട്ടും,
തൊരാനാവില്ലെന്നെന്ന പോലെ പിന്നെ
മരം പെയ്യുന്നു.
ഒരു കടലോളം കഥകൾ.
തീരത്തെ പിരിയാനാവാതെ
തിരികെയെത്തു തിരകൾ.
അളവില്ലാത്ത സമയം.
എന്നും, അതിരില്ലാത്ത കാത്തിരിപ്പ്.

ഓർമ്മകൾക്ക് മരണമില്ല!
പിന്നെയൊ?
ഓർമ്മകൾ എന്നും ജനിക്കയാണ്.
അളവില്ലാതെ, അതിരില്ലാതെ,
അവസാനമില്ലാതെ ഓർമ്മകൾ
എന്നും ജനിക്കുകയാണ്.

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