karma for feeling proud about being right.

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കുറയെ കരഞ്ഞു .
കുറച്ചേറെ പഴിച്ചു.
തനിച്ചെന്നറിഞ്ഞപ്പോ
കണ്ണിൽ നോക്കി
വിധിയോട് പറഞ്ഞു -
ധൈര്യം ഉണ്ടെങ്കിൽ ഒന്ന്
തോൽപ്പിച്ചു കാണിക്കാൻ.

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Beloved,
Even when I plug my headset on
And turn the volume to the max,
All I could listen is an understanding silence-
with all its might.
Even when I sit inside a compartment
Rich with light and filled with people,
All I long for is a pacifying darkness.
I feel molten magma rush down my nerves, And my membranes perishing to sediments.
I feel myself peacefully surrendering to death
With each passing moment-
And all I want to do is to join my hands and pray -
Not to save me, please.

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"We live every day being optimistic about the good things waiting to happen for us; believing we are good people and good things happen to good people. While time consumes us bit by bit eventually decomposing our body and the optimism that lived in us. Sad thing is not the death- it's the myth we take to our grave; we die without realising the distinction between our satisfaction and time's sympathy."

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She - I know how difficult was it for you.. Accepting me and letting her go..

Me- Yeah. It was like experiencing exorcism and conjuring at the same time.

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Beloved,

Don't define your wanting to know me as love. It's mere curiosity, don't you think?..like wanting to know the secret to a magic trick. Once revealed, it would never be a wonder anymore. Love is when you don't want to know. It's when you adore the mystery of my existence. It's when you start cherishing the questions and not wanting the answers.

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Beloved,
I am aware that I won't find my home in todays and tomorrows ; because I stood and watched them dissolving into yesterdays.

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Beloved,
There exists our multiverse-
Enveloped between these covers-
Pages and pages filled with infinite 'You-N-I-Verses.'

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"ബാല്യത്തിന്റെ ഓർമകൾക്ക് മധുരമല്ല - പുളിപ്പാണെടോ . നാണി അമ്മുമ്മേടെ കടയിലെ കണ്ണാടി ഭരണിയുടെ മൂടിക്കടിയിൽ നല്ലോണം ഉപ്പു പിടിച്ചു കുതിർന്നു കിടക്കുന്ന കാരയ്ക്കയുടെ പുളിപ്പ് ."

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Beloved,
People say the pain in my poetry is so intense.
Could you vanish for a moment from between the lines, so that I can feel it?

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