As Death approaches my bed

As death approaches my bed
I shall welcome him like an old friend
But its your eyes I wish to see
As my final vision on earth
Its your smell I shall seek
In the final air I intake
As death approaches my bed
I shall hold your hand a final time
To remember the touch I missed
My entire lifetime.
Its your face I shall engrave
deep in my heart
To show God, the One above
the angel I met on earth.
As death approaches my bed
I shall bid farewell to all
And wait for you to come
at your own pace, into my arms
United above the earthly barriers
And forever enriched in love.

Let go, let go

Let go of things you can't hold on
Let go of moments you can't bear
Let go of love you can't have
Let go everything and enjoy
Enjoy the cloud parting in the sky
The birds that fly across the sun
Enjoy the rain as it washes away
The barren land off a spell
Enjoy the nature at its best
And let it take care of the rest.
Let go and swim in the ocean
Let the tide take you through its journey
And show you the kingdom of the seas
Let go anything that hurts your soul
You my child, you're special to Him
And he has plans for your coming days
So learn to let go of everything
And just let nature guide your soul.

Live through death

We lived in different worlds
We lived under the same sun
Knowing that the rays that touched you
Will eventually touch me too
And the day we cross each other
We shall be one...Through death

Love and rain

Isn't love and rain the same?
It washes away the dirt
Prepares us for a new season
Filled with music and laughter
Isn't love and rain the same?
It's gives a freshness to life
And fills our heart with joy.
Isn't love and rain the same?
It's filled with small spans of sunshine
And there are rainbows all around
Isn't love and rain the same?
The garden blooms with happiness
And we start feeling alive again

Surreal

It's sometimes the music, sometimes the lyrics and at that times just the dialogues that take you back in time, a time when life was simpler and the anxiety of future was restricted to what to wear the next day.
Now, as you sit in a corner of the world, missing from the people who were the center of your universe in another dimension you tend to wonder whether they are also thinking of you.
Then, you just shake your head to get these thoughts fall off your head and decide to head dive into a reality that seems more surreal than your past.
It's a simple cross road in life, everyone goes through it, convince and more forward from a foggy past to the unknown.

The girl who loved rain

The drizzle felt like heartbeats
Long forgotten with time
The little puddles created
Mirrored her rain kissed face
She has never felt so alive and loved
Her love has finally visited her
The thunder and lightning
Were in rhyme with her heart
The people around held umbrellas high
The rain kissed and covered her alone
She was ecstatic as she danced
With her first love
And sang aloud to meet his pitch
For here was the girl who loved rain

Nothing

There he had once stood
Below the glittering light
It was a selfie alright
It is one pic I still posses
The one alone that impress
The loss of time and love
That can never be mourned
I still hold him dear at heart
And if my friends stare hard
I just blink to push him aside
And hide him in a stride
Saying...Nothing

just an Indian

I am conservative at heart, liberal in mind and bloody out spoken in my brains...I guess I am just another Indian

Justice awaited

As actor Unni Mukundan rightly said " the name keeps changing but the crime remains the same".
Mishel Shaji Varghese, a young girl only of 18 years, brilliant in studies and God fearing, can never take her own life. She had goals and a rough patch in relationship cannot waiver her. But, the laxity on the part of Kerala Police is to be questioned. The same team about whom we were proud when the Jisha murder case was solved has now put themselves to shame. The team that came up with the concept of Janamaitri has forgotten their duties. I hope justice is served. It cannot bring back the dead but no man should get away with a crime.
The beautiful city of Kochi, known as the Queen of the Arabian Sea, is no longer safe for her princesses. The place is a fast developing metro with lots of ambitious projects and this is not the best development.
I pray that the family of Mishel has the strength to go through this horrible ordeal. Life will never be the same for them and I hope KP recovers the trust we have in them

Cry

Brain- if you cry every time u do it...Then Y do it do it again and again
Mind- then the Masala will not taste good without onion.
Sometimes cooking teaches weird lessons, like cutting onions everytime although it makes you cry only for the taste it creates in the food you enjoy.

We meet

We meet to create memories and separate to maintain them
We meet to love and separate to maintain them
We meet to create changes and separate to maintain them
We meet...Coz it's magic
And separate for life

A game called 'Rush'

My life has become a game called rush. Get up in the morning at 6 and rush to prepare coffee/tea for all and then the day starts with breakfast and lunch to be prepared before leaving for work. Rush through cleaning, Rush to heat water with the rod and rush through the bath and rush through dressing up for work and rush through breakfast and rush to office completely drained and exhausted. But then you pull yourself together coz the day is yet to start after a it's only 10.am. now a new drill of rush begins with cash going in and out, gold loans and complaints. You rectify some and pacify some. You rush through your coffee and try to finish maximum work but then the ATM stops or the CDM breaks down and you rush to the spot with zillions of phone calls from ZO,LHO and where not. You again rectify and pacify maximum and try to calm down as your BP hits the high chords . You rush through the lunch and settle down in seat to the yelling of customers whose demand is more than the moon. Finally, rush through the tokens to close the cash and send the reports before all calls from hell breaks loose. Rush through reports, rush through cash, rush through all requirements and you are ready to call it a day. Go home and the usual story of rushing to prepare dinner, rush to clean all vessels left in the sink since morning and then rush to hit the bed to finally welcome the sleep that was rushing with you since mornibg. Alas!!! Not to be, you hit the bed and you are wide awake and you realise you will wake up to rush tomorrow very tired as sleep again eludes you tonight

Remember Him

Today is a Hindu festival. The first for the new year and anywhere I look all people are busy with decorations and visiting the temple. Y?
Why are people visiting only on these special days and not always? God is remembered on two occasions, trouble or festival. And rest of the times you do things that God shall never forgive

Almost

There was a time when I almost left my country
A time when I almost left the job
And almost left my family.
There was a time when I almost fell in love
And I almost believed in sweet nothings
And almost left my self respect
There was a time when I almost left my life
And almost forgot what I was worthy of
And almost lost my ideals.
There were lots of "almost" in my life
I was charred, burnt and broken
But still I am...me

Welcome ,2017

It's a new year, a new start for many. But I didn't feel anything new. I mean, I am at the same place at work, living with the same people in the same place. So, what's new? Just the calendar. It's only the calendar that changes. Everything else remains the same.