Correct Mistakes

I am a person made out of the mistake i have made in my life although it didnt seem a mistake at that time. It just felt correct
Today, if someone asks me to study some subject that has no relation to my job i will not do it but does my qualification has anything to do with my job...no ways.
Today, if someone tells me to love a person although he might not be your life partner i will never hesitate to say "no"
Today, if someone tells me to do something incorrect i will definitely not find anything adventurous about it
But even today i am making lots of mistakes, just careful not to repeat tje same ones i already made
So, i guess all those mistakes & adventures that i have had made me whatever i am today so it maybe called correct mistakes

Hold you near

I dont like my life without you
It like the morning sky without blue
Its like having coffee without cream
Or like having life without a dream
I dont like not having your hand to touch
And i no longer know what to clutch
When my legs start shivering
And my vision starts blurring
When i need your shoulder the most
Its no longer available at any cost
I dont know where to go from here
But wherever i go, i shall hold you near

Are you happy?

"Are you happy?"
Its an important question that we should ask everyone we meet...why cant it replace "how are you?" Or "how do you do?"

Its a simple question we should ask ourselves when we are doing any work. And if the answer is no just stop doing it.

Dont you think the world will be lighter, friendlier and definitely happier if all the things that we involve ourselves in are things that make us happy

Changes

The notion that changes are inevitable is sometimes just a cliche to protect the change you might have undergone unaware but necessary.
But then there are these moments or things which makes you wish these changes had not happened.
I wish, for example, there was less importance to mobile phones. But even as i write it, i realise i am updating this through my mobile. So, yes, it can and it has replaced a landline/ letter/ telegram and a desktop/ laptop. But is it a necessity?
I think the concept of a need and a want is thinning with changes that are happening around us.

I miss you Appa

I dont know why you had to leave
I was never prepared
Your life was cut short
My heart was broken
I saw the soul leave you
I heard you call out to me
But in a few moments
You became a lifeless body
I put you in a mortuary
And worried if you will be cold
You made me promise i shall not leave
And i took you home with me
Our final journey together
But i wish i could turn time around
And tell you not to leave me alone
I am stranded, frightened and worried
For i shall never be strong again
I have no life left in me
I think it was taken with your soul
I tried my best, Appa
I hope you do know that
I gave you a kiss
I held your hand
I touched your feet
I brushed your hair
But its your soul i miss
And the time we shared
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you

When i turned 34

When i turned 34 i realised
There are friends with whom you share a moment and then there are some....far away but always close to heart.
There are no relations to replace blood relations.
Money can buy you happiness. I mean i prefer to sit in a cool pub instead of a local hotel for my big day
My birthday is the most important day for me but its just another day for others

Appa

Appa...its a simple word filled with lots of emotions. He loved it when i called him like that instead of 'acha' as we were trained from childhood. It was our special bond. He will take my hans and rub it across the chin for me to feel the prick of his stubbles. I used to get angry and it was his pleasure. How i wish i could do it one more time... How i wish he would call me and irritate me again... I miss his calls, his msgs and everything about him. Sometimes i find it hard to believe he is gone. A healthy man who lost his will to live, a man whose mom called him to her... I know where ever he is, he is happy coz he will be with his parents but why did he have to leave so suddenly?  I mean, yes i was there with him full time but still i never got to say good bye and i never told him i love him. I hope he knew it.
He is the only man i have ever loved with full confidence that he will never hurt me.... I miss you Appa

In a blink

Some relations start with a spark
And they set the whole thing on fire
To end in ashes and destroy the ark
And become the pyre

Some relations start shaky and bore
It's all habitual and stable
The kind of love that exists no more
And is totally predictable

And then there are a few relations
It's destabilise the inner peace
It puts you off track
It pulls you away from your habits
And make your spirit sore away
These things have no name
It's raw, it's rough and abrupt
This is no keeper, this is a blower
They start and stop
- in a blink

The charisma of yester years

A few days ago, while at work i witnessed something which made me wonder about the men of today.
The charm that men of yester years possessed are not known to the boys/ men today. Simple gestures like letting the lady go through the door first, opening the door of the car for the lady or taking the shades off while speaking to the female.
How nice it would be if the men of today could do all this? Wont it make the female in his life feel special?

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