Different stages of this friable life,
Peeps into my manifold of vicarious dreams.
My imaginations exist in that overt screen,
In which the real-time shadow of life may conceal now.
The day when I see them as a reality,
Rationalize its comprehension,
Reject the vivid fallacious segments under it,
And live like a rational being accepting himself forever.
PS: Wrote this piece when I completed reading the Mallu local writer Sri. Thakazhi Sivashankara Pillai’s most popular stories. According to my views, he is a remarkable legend in Malayalam literature who could play with the words simply in a profound, expressive and obscene way. Respects and salutes to you, Mashe! 🙂
Special credits to Revu for taking this polite looking pica of mine! 😀
Memories always serves me some ecstatic paths of handy life gaits.
Whether it’s a memorable or abrasive one,
Definitely it will be a part of mine on this mere living life.
I wonder how could a man rely under his super abundant days,
With all kinds of live-able wings of experiences and shares on this revolving planet.
It begins from the day of birth,
Where a number of events wouldn’t be memorable enough to relocate.
But later the valid twists will occur from the day,
When they gets matured by the beginning of adolescent.
Then they will starts realizing the fact,
That they falls down under a rotund world of vacuous thoughts.
This whimsy epic makes an angular track,
That the world they are living is an IRRATIONAL one,
Which isn’t a tangible bequests of inclement beings.