Monday Mornings

For once,I want to shut down.
Take a break from all the drama.
Wanna travel, go away for a while,
or if I could just slip into a comma.

I fear for my sanity.
I wake up in the middle of the night all tensed.
Is it stupid to wish for clarity,
in a world where nothing makes sense?

It gets a little harder with every breath.
You don't have to scared of hurting me.
Just say what you really mean
and get it over with.

Here within these waters
is what I call crystal clear truth.
Why cant I for once
have all the puzzle pieces?

I don't have to understand.
I don't have to put myself in your shoes.
I can choose not to fight with this quick sand,
keep my distance equally from both friends and foes.
  

Shades of Grey

Shades of grey,
changes color for each pair of eyes.
One should be careful not to fall prey,
to standard definitions and age-old superstitions.

No one has all puzzle pieces.
No one does everything right.
It is sweet to try-but useless,
to place every "answer" in a box airtight.

There are no right or wrong-
Just actions and consequences.
One should be brave to follow;
the path they chose for themselves.

The easy answer is to stay true,
Pour your heart into everything you do.
Bear the consequences with pride,
approach every human with your heart open wide.

Night Shift

Waking up, I see the stars.
Going to sleep, I feel the sun shining on my face.
To keep moving, I chuck in coffee, two cups, large, lots of sugar, no milk, with a tint of haze.

Through the dark, through the unknown,
through the gaze of the, judgy, mighty owl.
To push on, on my own,
through the lonely abandoned hall.

I can hear the  ghosts whispering.
Sometimes, Lucifer himself staring at me.
Existing with their endless, useless bickering.
Something for me to listen to, just to pass time.

When all colors fade into black,
when only ones left are the insomniacs,
I wake up, looking at the stars,
hearing whispers, through the window bars.

Alive

I am just a sad soul.
I wake up in the morning,
go to sleep at night.
I exist, just as a sad soul.

Only when life demands more,
something I look forward to,
and when the lightning keeps striking,
like its about start pouring,
I start to feel alive.

Only then, with every breath I take,
and every moment that I am awake,
I strive for success,
and the earth starts spinning again.

And then when I see the
flowers start blooming,
when I feel a soft wind blowing,
when I hear the birds start singing,
like the storm was never there to begin with,
just for a bit,
everything seems okay.  

When it's time to leave

When it's time to leave,
I'll leave.
I will not look back.
I will not wave good bye.

I do not plan to get attached.
I do not hope for this to thrive..
I will remain detached,
and when it's time for me to leave..
I will leave.

It's really nothing personal
Just a favor I do myself.
Not rolling the rock up the hill,
Just to watch it fall back down itself.

To live midst this chaos
To have the upper hand,
You have to understand-
that nothing will withstand change.

So when it's time to leave,
I will just leave.
I will utter no words, no complaints
For I will care, no more.

വേരുറച്ചു

വേരുറച്ചു പോയോരോ ആചാരങ്ങളും
ശാസ്‌ത്രമെന്നാകിലും
ജീവനാധാരമായ പ്രാണവായു പോലും
ആയുധമാകിലും.
വീണുപോയൊരോ ജീവനും
അർഥശൂന്യമാകിലും,

വിധിയുടെ വിളയാട്ട ഭൂമിയിൽ
നേരിന്റെ നിഴൽ പോലും വിട്ടകലവേ
എനിക്ക് കാതോർക്കാൻ
ചില സത്യങ്ങൾ മാറ്റിവച്ചുതന്ന
 ഇന്നലെകളുടെ വെയിലൂടെ നടന്നു നീങ്ങിയ
 കുറെ മനുഷ്യർക്കു മാത്രം നന്ദി.

കാപട്യം ഒരു കലയായി കാണുകിൽ
സഹോദരങ്ങൾ ജന്മശത്രുക്കളാകുകിൽ
എതിരെ വരുന്ന എന്തിനെയും നിഗ്രഹിക്കാൻ
എളുപ്പം സ്വയം അനുവദിച്ചിടാമല്ലോ ?

Confused minds

Confused minds
later became the greatest of all.
Simple are those
that are complicated beautifully.

Although life seems forever,
it can be pretty short.
Heart wrenching experiences
lets us enjoy our happiness a little more.

The whole wide world
is actually pretty small.
Tiniest brain
can raise the biggest wall.

Nothing hardly ever
means nothing.
Trivial usually means
it's of profound significance to someone else.