രാവിലെ...

ഭൂമിയോട് ...

ഈ സന്ധ്യ,
ഒരു ചെറുപുഞ്ചിരിയോടെ നിന്റെ-
മടിത്തട്ടിലേക്കിരുത്തിയെന്റെ സൂര്യ്നെ
മായുന്ന ചുവപ്പിന്റെയവസാനം പിന്നെ
ഞാനും
കൊഴിഞ്ഞ ദളങ്ങളായി, പുഞ്ചിരിയോടെ,
നിന്നിലേക്കായ്‌  വന്നു ചേരുവാൻ...

                     (' ഭൂമിയോട് ', മീനു. ആർ)

Can't you hear him in your sleep?

Day after day, this world, only smaller
It gets to be, so I will get closer
Than ever, to you, to touch you...
This distance between, the scattered miles
You'll watch them shrink whatsoever
Hail the peaks, and the plains and the waters
But I will be flying, to meet you, to touch you...
Sun or cloud, rain or snow, wind or tide
At your door, by your window, when fire is still lit
A wind of me will show up, brush past
Those careless freckles, below sleepy eyes
Of yours, to hum a song with you and the heartbeats.....
I will, then kiss you angel, that night, while you sleep
Like that charmer you just dreamt about, smiled to,
Because you know only smaller it can get
With every passing moment, this world, of ours.

To the City of Love

Eeriness, much darkness
hovering dramatic emotions
a scene sans fireflies
and I wander around
with flames of  despair
in heart, mind and soul
that the winds feed
seeking his face
in your cold streets
long where we had met,
and, countless times
fallen in and outta love..

When b'ful things have to come to an end..

Shoo me away when it's due
Coz I have no clue
And I don't wanna be a loon
When I am not catching up so soon..

Like a bird I wish I could set u free

That'd choose only to fly away
And then,
It's no use what you want to say
I'll watch my way for a fallen tree..

There is nothing much in life to love about
And already so unfair, can't cry out aloud
What is it worth when I can't be there
All I know is but you're not waiting either...

So shoo me away, coz I'm so tired
And I don't want to be a ghost
In pursuit of what seems to be lost
When you have already got your wings,
                                                            my bird...

LadyLove

They remember her

They used to visit her

Soon after the cold was over.

She would find plenty of them  

in her room

And she'd worry over them 

getting hurt by her

They were of orange color, 

but lady bugs they're.

She loves them,

must have told you

She believes it's good luck

Seeing them 

So she too wants to be one

a lady bug, red one perhaps

She sure is waiting 

the wish to come true

And then,

She will remember you.

Tangled