Tuesday 20 October 2015

Am typing this with tear eyed.... it's nothing but this video made tears verge... BLESSED it's the only word I found myself to be titled as...
       
               Don't ever complaint the blessings that the Almighty has showered upon, there are millions in the world who are scrambling to get a meagre amount of what we have... Retain,if you are hating your life just because you don't get what you wish for, someone else at somewhere is praying to have a life just like yours....

             MAY THE ALMIGHTY SHOWER BLESSINGS UPON ALL...

Friday 9 October 2015

AWAITING MEMOIRS

Thoughts are weary travellers
waiting for the safe haven
Of the blank pages,
Where ink rejuvenates them to life
as memoirs for other travellers
Who await for a haven...

Thursday 8 October 2015

THOUGHT CAPTURER

          Life- a four letter word. But how much vast it's. Is it merely what happens when one is busy doing something else..? Might be so.. almost adequate sentence to define what life is..While thinking about life it's really an endless question. Just like which among egg and hen is First made. Once like others me too racked my brain over this. Even now after being this much grown up I thought about the same for a bit. Sometimes when I see my small cousins  I wish if I could return back to those days again... How much pretty those days were...being free of everything and nothing sort to worry about and all...but now...😔😔😔
          Besides this sometime I feel as if  all the things that is happening in my life is a mere dream,which I might be seeing while I was having my peaceful usual nap in my cradle😉😉😉... Just like Sindhu Shelley ma'ams documentary 'A Dream' in which a woman is dreaming about she being in a sea when she was actually in a bath tub.
          Now Am indulged in certain thoughts it's too life nay...?Then really what does life mean..? Oh God me too don't know what it's..But the fact is,it's something which cannot be explained through mere words.Yeah right, it has to be lived..However,one thought is oozing through the nerves of my brain, really who invented the phrase LIFE to the so called process..God knows...
           However,inorder to tie up this four letter word there is the great leveller; DEATH...Isn't it true that it's the great leveller...?'The paths of glory lead but to the grave'. Right,no matter how much poor or rich we are all the things have to be ended up in graves...where all our sins will be questioned. No matter if it's only sized as a tiny mustard. The fact about death is we are unaware about from where and when we have to surrender before this amazing leveller.. Perhaps, it might capture me while Am typing things or while you people are reading this or from some where or some time else... Oh God save all...to a certain extend it's good that we are unknown about the time when our souls will be captured by the real thought capturer...Otherwise how will be our days before the day of death...?oh it's unimaginable....
              But, it's true that we have to surrender before it...no matter how much we wish to be with our beloved ones...how much we wish to wipe the tears out of their eyes when they come to know about our departure...It's the real capturer the capturer of everything and everything.....So live a pretty life before the ultimate capturer snatches away all our belongings...Live a life which others feel jealous of...and a life loving and being loved by others...

Sunday 4 October 2015

അനന്തമാം à´²ോà´•à´¤്à´¤ിൽ,à´¦ുà´–à´®ാം
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à´Žà´¨്à´¤ുà´šെà´¯്à´¤ു à´žാà´¨െà´¨്à´¨ു à´šോà´¦ിà´•്à´•à´µെ
à´•േà´Ÿ്à´Ÿു à´žാà´¨ാ à´°ോദനം
'à´¨ീ à´¨ിà´¨്à´¨െ à´¤ിà´°ിà´š്à´šà´±ിà´ž്à´žിà´²്à´²െà´¨്à´¨'
സത്യമാം à´¨ിർവചനം...

Friday 2 October 2015

                                                                    FULCRUM
Blessed......
To cover wishes with thoughts
Drops oozing over panes..
As thoughts hovering over mind
Thoughts..;the thing make one live
The thing which maketh the
Pen dance over the paper...
And cover it with ink...
Thoughts hidden in mind..
Remind of events n people
One love and hate...
Thoughts; fulcrum of one's future
Which path to be choosed...
The less travelled or the most...


      For a few minutes I have been thinking to post something special as my first post.But nothing sort of 'celestial fire' as mentioned in Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard is no where in my mind.But here I am typing something me too don't know what the things Am typing are.But,one thing is clear my mind is not free it's struggling to find something special to write about.
     YES...AT LAST DROPS OF THOUGHTS HAS START TO OOZE OUT FROM THE CLUTCHES OF CAPTURED MIND...Here let's start the sojourn...