Journey to a Cliff

I had wasted time more than much I could have filled an ocean...

Pity thy, nothing and so nothing is left to get fallen off...
Tremor is when each moment passing by, I'm close to the end...
Win is the one colour I hope to see, for I shall spill red in one stroke of paint...
The quest of endurance remains till I reach that aloft cliff with no steep top...
Who cares?, Withering leaves are none but my soul, whom I beg not to leave me in distress...
But I have no time to dream as such, I'm left with wholesome nothingness which you see...
I'm ready herewith my shadow for this flash of war though I know,
to reach my end, must run if then alone would help...
I go straight with guts...
Time that I had wasted calls me "Oh dear", but "Bye" as smart I shall opt to say...
Wish me luck with all your strength that,
I could fly to reach my golden cliff...

Fight

I am screwed.

ശാരിക

കുങ്കുമം ചാലിച്ചെഴുതിയ സന്ധ്യയായ് 

പടരുന്നു വിണ്ണിലവളേകാകിയായ്.
വെള്ളിയിഴകളെ കോതിയൊതുക്കവെ
വിടചൊല്ലിയാദിത്യൻ അങ്ങകലെ.

വേനലിൻ സംഹാരതാണ്ഡവം തീർത്ത

മുത്തുകൾ കവിളത്ത് കളിപറഞ്ഞു...

നിത്യം പൊഴിക്കുന്ന നീർമണിപ്പൊയ്കയിൽ

അലകളില്ലെങ്കിലും നേരുണ്ടതിൽ.

കാട്ടുമുൾതണ്ടിൻ വിപഞ്ചികയിൽവെച്ചെൻ 

കണ്മുന്നിലാദ്യമായ് വന്നണഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ,  

പീലികൾനീർത്തി നടനമാടുന്നൊരു

പൊൻമയിൽ പോലവൾ  നിന്നെൻമുന്നിൽ.

ക്ഷിപ്രം അറിഞ്ഞുഞാനക്കുളിർഹാസത്തിൻ

പിന്നിൽമറച്ചൊരാ ശോകഗീതം.

അന്നിമിഷത്തിലെൻ അന്തരംഗത്തിലായ്

ഞാനതിൻ വീചികൾ കോറിയിട്ടു.

അവളെയറിയാൻ വേണ്ടാ വർഷങ്ങളും

വ്യാഴവട്ടവും പിന്നെ സംവത്സരവും.

അവളോടടുക്കുവാൻ വേണ്ടാ മയക്കുന്ന

കപടസഞ്ചാരിതൻ മോഹലാസ്യം.

ഇത്തിരി വെട്ടം വിതറുന്ന ഹൃദയവും,
മനതാരിൽ നിറവാർന്ന സൗഹൃദവും,
ഉൾകാമ്പിൽ അന്തമാം അർപ്പണവും,
പിന്നെ നിർമല സ്നേഹവും തീർച്ചതന്നെ. 

അവൾ ഭാവത്തിലോ കരിങ്കല്ലെങ്കിലും
പരമാർത്ഥത്തിലോ വെറും കന്മദവും.
അഗ്നിജ്വലിക്കുന്ന നേത്രങ്ങളും പേറി
ഹിമവാന്റെ ഹൃത്തിൽ പടർന്നിറങ്ങാനായ്
മെല്ലെയൊരുവേള മൂകമായ് കൂട്ടുതേടി.
പണ്ടെങ്ങോ കേട്ടൊരു ശാരികപ്പാട്ടുപോൽ
ഞാനും അവൾക്കൊപ്പമൊഴുകി...
ശാരിക അവൾ ശാരിക,
അവളെൻ്റെ  പ്രിയസ്നേഹിത!

Feeling Sick

Sometimes its so hard to be alright when the whole world is with you but the one who should be there to hold your arms tight is not there with you. We'll just feel sick.

Fairy

A fairy tale that telling me this way,
That I really felt a silting sandy bay,
where I stood along with one and only you..
Who made me be the fairy in that tale...

Feathery wings, Oh! Just moved up and down
Lifting me to the sky like a butterfly
The moon and stars teasing me by the way
I saw your waving hands there down the bay...

Spring's Rose

By spring's wet smooch, enthralled the little rose...

Unable to cease spraying the scent of love,

Radiant Rose stood proving her wholeness of grandeur...

hooded down the tender Earth, smirking out of shy...

A memory

       
6/12/14 1:39 PM
           As I opened my eyes, I found myself on my couch. I started thinking for a reason for me to be asleep till then. My Brand new curtains caressed me with their palms. It was a weird dream that had strangely altered my schedule. While looking out through my window pane, I remembered someone; someone who was full of my nightmare.

Myself    :  Zaira

Present   : STUDENT

Future    : SURPRISE

          I am a South Indian girl living with my family. In this post, I don't know why I made myself a subject. Anyways, I want my readers to know some interesting instances of my life. I was born in a hospital in my hometown. Before my arrival to this promising world my mother had already given birth to two more kids. Sometimes I feel grave about this. But they are the most important part of the happiness in my life. Like in all families, we too fought for chocolates, biscuits and Balarama (children’s magazine). 

          When I was 11, I was forcefully sent to a boarding school. Hmmm, I really don't want to discuss about that disaster happened to me. But even then I must say the positive side of such schools. Anyway, as far as I'm concerned, I never support parents sending kids to such residential pressure cookers.

After seven long years, when I came out, I tasted the pie of freedom.

           I wrote my entrance examination and I got seated in a government college for Engineering. I was literally at heaven in those days. I Studied, Enjoyed and lived that too, freely; without any fear, agony and discomfort. Most of my friends were staying in hostels. But I was too lucky that my college was nearby my home. I went every day to college in my scooter which my father had gifted me.

          I was an average student who was impatient to get out of the academic environment somehow. Like any other teenager I also had lot of ambitions and beliefs in my life. Fortunately I got two best friends. Let me call them Riya and Ciya. Both were distinct. But together we were a great company. We spent most of our time in campus cafeteria and in our hostel. Riya was taller than Ciya and me. She was having the lion's share of maturity and practical sense among us. Of course, she was our LeaderWhen I went to my Academic Counseling sessions at the admission hall, I saw Ciya for the first time. She was wearing a pale green salwar. We talked a little about ourselves and left the hall unknowingly that we were there to become soul mates.

         

There was a girl in our class. She talked less and smiled more. I never talked to her. One day, I was the last one to enter my classroom in the morning session. The Physics teacher was iron-fisted. Escaping from his stare, somehow I showed up in the class room. I was shocked. All seats appeared filled. Suddenly I heard a lean voice. It was her, Nidhi. She had been offering me a seat near her. I started to talk to her from that very day. She was also my best friend. Don’t be confused. She was different from Ciya and Riya. I always kept her friendship special from Ciya and Riya. There is a reason for that. I'll tell it later. Anyway, the other two girls always hated her.

3/sep/14 12:22am

When I turned 18, the very next day I joined a driving school for driving tuition. I used to go there every day after college. I was a weak student there. Actually I went there to learn driving a car. But my mom forced me to join the scooter driving sessions also. When I used to see the Bajaj M80, I had felt like hell. 

I had a secret crush on one of my teacher. He is of my age. Let me call him Ajay. But later I came to know that one of the other teachers had a crush on me. Ajay was the one to tell me this. But the same moment he told me that he has a girlfriend. I was embarrassed about my feelings for Ajay. That day marked the end of my first teenage crush. On that day, when I reached home, I was startled to another thought. I was wondering thinking who might be the teacher who had crush on me. Later I found that guy and solved the crush issues. 

I was using teeth cap in those days. From the moment of wearing it I started to control myself to keep my mouth always shut. I was very conscious on my appearance. I laughed rarely and smiled always. All my friends approached me in such a way like I’m a serious person. After 8 months my teeth cap got removed. From then till now I’m feeling uncontrollable in talking and enjoying in crowd.