നിഴലാട്ടം

ഇലകള്‍ക്ക് കുറുകെ ഒഴുകിയ
മഞ്ഞവെയിലിന്റെ നിഴലാട്ടം

നിന്റെ ദേഹത്ത് പതിയുമ്പോള്‍,

മഴമേഘങ്ങളെ സ്വപ്നംകണ്ടുറങ്ങുകയായിരുന്നു നീ.

സ്വപ്നങ്ങള്‍ തെളിഞ്ഞു നീ

കണ്ണുകള്‍ തുറക്കുമ്പോള്‍

നിന്റെ അരികിലെ ഓരോ പുല്‍ക്കോടിയും 

വെള്ളി കല്ലുമാലകള്‍ അണിഞ്ഞിട്ടുണ്ടാകും,

മായ്ഞ്ഞ കാലവര്‍ഷത്തിന്റെ ഓര്‍മക്കായി. 

 

Madness and the Like

If we could believe in the madness of our shared pasts,

Do you think we stand a chance

At living it again someday?

There is an indescribable and sometimes,

An invisible sense of abandonment in security.

A sense of loss and detachment in a bond

That promised to keep you close, no matter what.

A point is reached

When you begin to doubt.

Could love,

In all it’s contrasts and similarities, last?

Things are lost.

Lost and found, occasionally.

But lost forever for most part.

Most of all, love.

Starfishes,

Seashells,

Tides,

Full moons,

Love and castles of yellow grit.

Nothing ever made sense.

And most of all, love.

Was it the same for you as well?

Tea Bags

She sat staring at the blank newspapers.

A pane stretched its arms before her

Time stood still, but slipped.

Silence had the wings of a damselfly

Frail and eroding.

A few words were forgotten.

A few emotions ceased to be.

The streets were turning a deep shade,

Like those eyes of that woman,

Who turned to her and then turned grey

Until only a shadow remained.

Her eyes had disappeared.

No reflections.

Happiness, she thought.

The idea of happiness, she realized.

The tea bags were empty

The milk had turned stale.