From my new Meadow.....

     Once again I have reached another Meadow....at the very first glance, I have seen some tiny doors as closed as gloomy, then I walked towards the narrow verandas  

 A snap from Calicut Beach........a twelve years young boy sells ice cream, he is far away from class room and his friends.....instead he trying to make ends meet....I have fetched some ice cream from him......to know the taste of bitterness of poverty not for sweetness.

my revolution against LOVE

      "All love stories have a hidden agenda, all lovers are merely ignorant fools they make love even without knowing being fools again. Yet again they search a new love without knowing true love is an illusion".

        To me, true love is an illusion. To me, love is something mere feelings towards new. I had a couple of years, those days were most precious to me because I was in trap of love. Though, it is not true to me, I had conjured a dream. Many colleagues asked me whether it is serious or not, I told them it was merely feelings. 
      
        Now I have found a new aspect of love, but which is far from romantic love or scapegoat's love. Being a scapegoat, I have been in a quest, quest for Gandhian Love, which I found on the dusted books in the nook and corner of libraries. Throughout my glance, I have found plenty of rustics and underdogs. Though, they were in lap of poverty, they enriched Gandhian way of Love. Though they are fictional or non-fictional characters, I have seen a world, a world of rustics, from whom I have learned Gandhian Love.

      

  തണലേകാന്‍ ഒരു കുട പോലും ഇല്ലാത്തവര്‍....

ദ്വീപുകരന്‍റെ ഇടനായികകളില്‍ ഇവര്‍ ഉണ്ടാവില്ല....

നമ്മുടെ ദ്വീപുകളില്‍ ഇതുപോലൊരുകാഴ്ച നമുക്ക് ഊഹിക്കാവുന്നതിലും അപ്പുറം.... 

ഇതാ ഒരു കുരുന്ന്......

അമ്മയുടെ സാരിതുംബിനു പകരം കളിക്കാന്‍ ചുട്ടുപഴുത്ത  ഇരുമ്പുചുറ്റിക.... 

വീട്ടുമുറ്റത് മണ്ണപ്പംച്ചുട്ടുകളികുന്നതിനു പകരം പൊള്ളുന്ന ഇഷ്ടിക കൂട്ടങ്ങള്‍... 

          കണ്ടിട്ടും കാണാതെ നാം വേഗത്തില്‍ നടന്നകലുന്നു..!!!

 

SWEET DAYS

   " IF WINTER COMES CAN SPRING BE FAR BEHIND "  Now me alone with their  sweet memories, I know, those days never come in our life.

    

Departure

        Again a departure it is too painful, a departure from my shadows. Departure makes me separation, separation makes me desires, my desire is to be a shadow, if I were a shadow I'll be there with my shadows.

    

Quest for truth

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