Teachers scolded him for writing
lame jokes on the desk.
Little did they know, he was actually
setting a “ benchmark ”.
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We were in love,
In the kind of love,
That happens only in high school.
We shared the same desk,
But never could share our thoughts.
My heart was with him,
But his was with every random girl he met.
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The paper on the desk flutters,
As if choking to death, of starvation!
A plethora of thoughts run in my mind,
Yet I feel blank, too numb to write.
My feelings lay scattered, drugged,
On the white marble floor of my room,
I attempt to clasp them in my hands,
Fill them in my pen, and feed the paper.
But I fail to pick them up in my hands,
My frail hands pass through them,
Like some soul liberated from the cage.
What do I do now, I wonder!
What do I write now, I whimper!
All the treasure I had, I gifted you,
And all the pennies I earn,
I want to gift them only to you.
Is it the end of me and beginning of us?
Do I have to pay such a price?-
നീയറിഞ്ഞുവോ?
ഞാനിന്നലെ പഴയ എന്നെ കണ്ടു.
മഴ നനയാതിരിക്കാൻ ഓടി കയറിയത്
ഡിവിഷനുകൾ ഒന്നാകുന്ന
നമ്മുടെ വരാന്തയിലേക്കായിരുന്നു.
കലപിലകൾക്കിടയിലൂടെ നടന്നപ്പോൾ
മണ്ണിന്റെയും മഴയുടെയും മണമുള്ള,
ചുവരുകളിൽ കഥകളുറങ്ങുന്ന
നമ്മുടെ ക്ലാസ് മുറിയുടെ
ഏറ്റവും പുറകിലെ ബെഞ്ചിലിരുന്ന്
ആ പഴയ ഞാനിപ്പോഴും
കോമ്പസ്സുകൊണ്ട് ഡെസ്കിൽ
നമ്മുടെ ഓർമ്മകൾ കോറിയിടുകയാണ്.-
My favourite silent movie is picture of yours, over my desk. Which I often stare, endlessly.
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He quit the city;
To work for himself.
Mountain was his desk now,
An acorn his paper weight,
A twig for a pen,
Dipping it in the morning dew,
He would go about his job;
In his office, over the green valley.-
The day he reveal her truth,
Their life messed up like
An artist's messy desk.-
And as you leave,
you give me a
token of remembrance,
the little plant pot
that you keep on your desk.
Smilingly I keep it on mine.
My desk is now green, vibrant and lively.
Suddenly I realize
how empty the corner was before.
And I don't just mean the desk corner.
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