The Apollian Canvas

Words aren’t gathering together

For me to speak out

Or me to scribble off

But have drops to be rained.

I the man fallen out of me

& me, outraged all the way

Able to put out my thoughts

Hardly from the hedging mind.

Hard to gain a free smile

Of sovereign & propitious

Oof! The smile smiles at me

Thus my hope mildly fades away.

Dark the clouds of doleful mind

It seeks & seeks for a merciful soul

The soul waits to hear me long

So clouds in me ‘ll fall & fall & fall.

But I say hardly more,

More to hear , more to feel

Knew the world just fake

All moves away with no courtesy.

Now I seek for the nest

Where my life be renewed

As like a bird seek for it

In a hasten dawn.

My hope hopes for the soul

The soul with perpetual love

Oneness in love 

Oneness by eternal truth.

Yearning hope was not in vain

Along the way was waiting

Seeing the half, covered with

Ceaseless hugs & kiss.

They shared the positiveness

Which would make his angst

Fly far away forever 

& ever.

Seeing the protrait

Tears flowed of his eyes

An old caliginous canvas 

Enduring the thought of real love.

Prayers spoken out heedlessly

To the man of thrones

“Thy kingdom come

Thy will be done.”

നിലാവ്.

ആ തീരത്തിരുന്ന് അവളെന്നോട് ചോദിച്ചു ‘യഥാർത്തത്തിൽ ഈ പ്രേമന്ന് വച്ചാ എന്താ?’ പെട്ടെന്നോരു ഉൾവലിവ് തോന്നി….പക്ഷെ ആ കണ്ണിലെ തിളക്കവും മുഖത്തെ പുഞ്ചിരിയുടെ ആഴവും കണ്ട് ഞാൻ പറഞ്ഞു ‘ആകാശത്തിലെ ചന്ദ്രനും അങ്ങ് ഭൂമിയിലെ ജലവും തമ്മിലുള്ള ബന്ധമാണത്. പൂർണ്ണചന്ദ്രനെ അവൾ തൻെറ മാറോടണയ്ക്കുന്നു ….ആ അന്തിമയക്കത്തിൽ അവർ വാരിപുണരുന്നു… അതിൻെറ അടയാളമെന്നോണമാണ് പ്രഭാതത്തിൽ സൂരൃകിരണങ്ങളാൽ പുൽത്തകിടകളിലെ   അവളുടെ വിയർപ്പ് മിന്നിതിളങ്ങുന്നത്…..’

അവൾ കണ്ണുകളുയർത്തി നോക്കി…..തന്നെ നിലാവിൻെറ കാപ്പക്കുള്ളിൽ പൊതിഞ്ഞ തൻെറ കാമുകനേ……

#വെറുതെ…..

Leave Me Alone

Dreams always hurt one
With her mastered sharp thorns

More one like good dreams

But which hurt likes for me.
Sometimes she sucks my blood

Or I trample her hard.
Worthless is my mind

Worthwhile are my dreams

She takes me to exaltation

Or suppress me with some reason.
She seems to dew drops

Shines and glaze on sunlight

Fades and blinds on moonlight

But I feel her all along.

Her immortal touch on heart

Makes me to rise up again,

She leads me go up high

And takes to seek the truth.
She may come as reality

Or just with an infatuation.
Hardly I long for her
But she hugs me with her soul,

Yet I tell her

“Just leave me alone”.

Philocaly

One day, as I remember, I was surfing social media. Soon a notification dragged my attention. Someone has posted a quote on ‘philocaly‘. I was usually liking the posts on that page because for me it seems to be worthwhile. Even though I have noticed the speciality in its name , only that day I got an insight to look on its word meaning. I searched for its meaning and , what to say, I was just got really fond of its meaning. Philocaly– ‘Love Of Beauty‘ . This was used during late 19th cent. Its meaning made me to ruminate it more deeply.

We all are really beauty conscious. When people talks about beauty they all conclude by mentioning its two faces – inner beauty and outer beauty. Which one is more relevant? Which is the prime one? Most of us say that it is the inner one. Yeah, of course it is. But, seeing a comely rose we say, ‘how beautiful it is!’ or at the sight of drop-dead foggy hillocks, as a sudden reaction we open up our mouth and say woww!. We know that we are just seeing the nature’s outer beauty still we love them. So the nature teaches us a great lesson that only the outer beauty can move you unto the lap of inner ones.


Love really doesn’t care about the richness in beauty. The reason why Kuchela was blessed is because of the love Sree Krishna had for his old companion. It was the same love that transformed Siddhartha into Buddha. The divine love of beauty. Paulo Coelho in his work ‘Manuscript Found In Accra’ notes ‘beauty is superficial and ephemeral. This is what makes the beauty realistic. Imperfections is the one that makes the real perfection. Brook is a best sight and I love a lot to be by its side. The running waters make it really naturalistic because the same water cannot be seen there at the very next moment.  As like John Keats says:

“Beauty is truth,truth beauty,- that

 is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye 

need to know”.

#philocaly-love of beauty.