The beauty of you
That I behold,
Can never be expressed but only experienced.
And if at times, anything that comes any closer,
Are these my thoughts and emotions, called words.-
ഇഷ്ടമുള്ളവയെ കുറിച്ചു
ഒരുപാട് എഴുതാതിരിക്കാൻ
ശ്രമിക്കാം..
മറ്റുള്ളവർ ആ ഇഷ്ടം
വിലയിരുത്താതിരിക്കട്ടെ..-
Art at times can be fascinatingly real.
But whenever it bechances, assumingly,
HE happens to be the one on the screen.-
Art may not necessarily always outflow
But it does flow inwards, eternally.-
(Shades of life, some black, some white & some grey………… very grey)
Man: So, you’re leaving?
Woman: I do not want to, but is there really a choice?
Man: Just to let you know, futile though, a piece of you shall always be in me.
Woman: That part of me by now, has turned a heap of ash, and it shall too fly away by the sigh of relief.
Man: Am I the cause of all this melancholia.
Woman: But then, right now you are depressed too.
Man: (with a vigor) Who are you?
Woman: Who are…… you (with only penchantness)
Goodbyes are so painful that, sometimes even the closest of acquaintances fails to hook an impact of the direct eye sight.
Eyes never meet eyes.-