Silence

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I hid myself in the rainfall

His eyes resembled the pain I was having

I wondered about his pining thoughts

But as always he chose his backing

Memories run with flying colours

In the blues I pondered his reasons

Scribbled thoughts created words

Confused in range I lost the essence

I let him go in the heaviness

The tunes that created tears in the sadness

Haunting thoughts of falling drops

Reminded me in my weakness

In the silence I asked the question

In the blankness I missed the sign

I felt the wetness on my cheek

Its chillness ran down my spine

Happy Onam

Pounds are loaded
Stomachs are bloated
Colous are coated
Updates are posted
Players are knotted
Moaners are decoded
Folks are devoted
Onam is fruited

Happy Onam - A Journey

Sometimes I argue with my workmates regarding incredible India, My India is beautiful Kerala. The place where I was born and brought up. After 20 years of living in the UK, this is my first Onam celebrating with my whole family, although staying away from Kerala so long I am a confused Indian. But with a beautiful bunch of friends I have solved some issues regarding some useful paperwork. For the first time I take my hat off to my college mates.

In Kerala for most of the time people are suffering from fever. What’s the cause of this sickness? There is no proper waste disposal system. Mostly this affects cities where there is not much land and few facilities, where people have crowded together for better education and lifestyle.

I will tell you a story about my search for a dead rat. Most of my holiday I spent in my dream home in the beautiful capital of Kerala. My first week I didn’t notice much as I was busy with cleaning the house. Every time I entered into my son’s bedroom I could smell a dead rat. I looked for the dead rat in each corner of the room and wondered whether it may have been coming from the air freshener or the new mattress. I became the sniffer dog looking everywhere for the dead rat. But it was in vain and I lived in disappointment. In front of friends and family I kept thinking about the dead rat. Last week when I climbed onto the roof I could smell the dead rat. I saw the next door neighbours’ waste collection on their land. The smell was coming from that waste and the same thing is happening around other houses there. Due to lack of space, people are digging holes in their land and throwing everything including plastics there. The holes are overflowing with waste and spreading odours across the air. In a way it’s sad that people spend fortunes for medicine. But how many spend money to clear this rubbish???

My countdown has started. Will going back to England make me happy? The truth is my heart will always beat for Kerala. A confused Indian with my body in the UK and my soul in Kerala.

Fake

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Fake

I am a fake

Love the attention

Spending fortunes for complexion

I am a fake

A face among the facets

Real

He is real

Wishing for a little consideration

Selling fortunes for continuation

He is real

A fact among the fiction

And we met

Expensive shopping in my hand

Fortune tickets on his grand

Pursuing all that was connected

Broken words that were ejected

An offer that was affected

A smile that was reflected

I was broken

Worthless among the faces

I became the token

Sitting on the fences

August 11th

White Feathers

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I heard him in the silence

The white feathers flew in the breeze

He crept in with sluggish balance

He found comfort in my neglect

My eyes followed his moves

He stepped near me for a few seconds

We exchanged glances

And I found that I was in love with him

I wanted to break the silence of sound

My hands reached out to hold him near

Drumming heartbeats made him stir

I forgot to wipe the falling drops

The wind blew on the canvas

The lights crawled inside silently

I was in a dream, as was he

The windchimes echoed everything is good

I stood up to brush away the memories

The bleeding bird gasping for his last breath

The propeller looked frozen

With cracked voice I sent him on his way