Sound VIII: We fools live in hopes and future!

We fools live in hopes and future!

But I know not what they’re,

And I also live in hopes!

It’s quite indefinable;

It’s a fusion of romance, lost love;

Loneliness and something

I know not.

I’m not lonely when I talk or sing loneliness,

I’m, when I feel the absence of my soul with me.

I need my soul, to be with me all the time, until

The end of my life.

Soul, the god of mine and the omnipotent of my ‘self’,

I want to fly high and drop myself down,

The vivacity of my soul takes me far high from the

Misery of the world,

Where everyone wears masks and paste a smile.

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The Begining

UPDATED : I saw her first on 26 January 2009 : This post was written on 18/03/2013: 06:42 PM : And i said what i wanted to say on Wednesday, May 22, 2013 6:18:00 AM : I met her in person on 16/8/14: 12:07 PM, the craziest thing I've ever done in my life! They say I am crazy 'cause I am in love with the crazy utopia. "Crazy Utopia" could be a person or her, obviously her, thoughts or even her existence. Each day i born new and likewise my love for her is new. I know her for the past five years and i am in love with her from that very point of time whence the "past five years" started. I've decided a myriads and myriads of times not to think of her ever and for never. But, I st...

ഓം ശാന്തി ഓം ||

പൈന്‍ മരങ്ങള്‍ക്കുമുകളില്‍ പൂര്‍ണ്ണചന്ദ്രന്‍, അവനെ പ്രണയിക്കുന്ന നിള, രതിയുടെ ഉത്തുംഗപതത്തില്‍ അമ്രുതകരന്‍റെ കരാളഗസ്തത്തില്‍ നിന്നും വഴുതിവീണ് തളര്‍ന്നുറങ്ങുന്ന അബ്ധി! അവളുടെ തീരങ്ങളില്‍ ഞാനും, ഓളങ്ങളില്‍ അലതല്ലി, ഓം ശാന്തി ഓം ||

At the hour of Last breath

(A poem by Rafeeque Ahammad. Translated by Anand ) Stay with me at the hour of my last breath, Amassing the burning veracities of life, My Fingers are dead, Let them get ease by caressing you. Last molecules of my breath may cart thy fragrance. My love, let thy face plunge In the eyes of mine, never to be opened. Ears, no longer be opened for sounds, Be sealed with thy mellifluousness. Mind, burning with thoughts and memoir, Be filled with thy evergreen memories. Kisses-made scars on my lips, Heal in the sweet chants of thy name. Reminiscences of journey, Unto thee my love, my feet tranquil. That’s enough for me, Buried under the earth, I resurrect- Newborn leaves of grass.

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