നീ അന്നു നല്കിയ ചിത്രങ്ങള് ഒക്കെയും
ചായം പടര്നിന്നു അവ്യക്തം ആകവെ
സുഖം എഴും പഴയൊരു നൊംബരം ആകന്
പിന്നെയും പൊരുവതെന്തിനാണൂ നീ .......
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Monday, May 7, 2007
nostalgia.....
kuttikalathey nostalgia........
Ammumayudey kathakal,Puthiya uniformintey manam.Ammamantey naaranga mittayi....kaalil vanna chorikal..... idavittulla pani.... ammayudey swanthanam....achantey aana kali... muthu maalakal, plastic valakal... pinney entey maniyuduppum, kitty paavayum thanki paavayum......
Ammumayudey kathakal,Puthiya uniformintey manam.Ammamantey naaranga mittayi....kaalil vanna chorikal..... idavittulla pani.... ammayudey swanthanam....achantey aana kali... muthu maalakal, plastic valakal... pinney entey maniyuduppum, kitty paavayum thanki paavayum......
manglish editorial
Nakshnathra lokathintey ithirivelichathil........
Kaalam nimishangal aakunna nerathu.........
Ninney valam vaichu athramel aardramaayi...... aardramayi.....
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Invisible men
She felt so lonely,......
crazily lonely.....Her need for conversations.....But only when shes' lonely, for her man....She sees faces manly faces........Only when she goes places, in her dreams......Her man takes her for granted .......Every lonely little day She has her hot fevers But .....only when she is lonely That is why, when she cryThose hot flames of love just die.......Leaving her lonely,........ ever so lonely........God only knows how lonely, .......love can be.......Yes Lord..... shes' the victim of invisible Men!!!!
crazily lonely.....Her need for conversations.....But only when shes' lonely, for her man....She sees faces manly faces........Only when she goes places, in her dreams......Her man takes her for granted .......Every lonely little day She has her hot fevers But .....only when she is lonely That is why, when she cryThose hot flames of love just die.......Leaving her lonely,........ ever so lonely........God only knows how lonely, .......love can be.......Yes Lord..... shes' the victim of invisible Men!!!!
IF U FORGET ME BY PABLO NERUDA
I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is:
if I lookat the crystal moon,
at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,
if I touchnear the fire
the impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boats
that sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of bannersthat passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me at the shoreof the heart
where I have roots,
rememberthat on that day,at that hour,
I shall lift my armsand my roots will set offto seek another land.
Butif each day,each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love,
beloved,
and as long as you live
it will be in your armswithout leaving mine
You know how this is:
if I lookat the crystal moon,
at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,
if I touchnear the fire
the impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boats
that sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of bannersthat passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me at the shoreof the heart
where I have roots,
rememberthat on that day,at that hour,
I shall lift my armsand my roots will set offto seek another land.
Butif each day,each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love,
beloved,
and as long as you live
it will be in your armswithout leaving mine
Rain......
When it rains.........
The soft grey sky.......
Drifts to the ground
Brown rivulets
Trickle awayTrickle away
Washing sadness down
Weather vanesWeep and turn
Weep and turn
Forgetting in the damp and grey
That by and by
The sun will shine
Sun will shineBy
and by
The sun will shine.
The soft grey sky.......
Drifts to the ground
Brown rivulets
Trickle awayTrickle away
Washing sadness down
Weather vanesWeep and turn
Weep and turn
Forgetting in the damp and grey
That by and by
The sun will shine
Sun will shineBy
and by
The sun will shine.
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