Am I being polite?

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! 😀

Impious Thoughts

It was on that bright sunny day,

I was supposed to see an inadvertent situation of pillage.

Someone hits a demented old man around the corners of a public road,

Where the whole crowd besides them were pretended to inquire about it.

He hits with a baleful piece of iron rod on that old man’s head,

Kicks him like a hipped fellow of suspended mental thoughts.

It  extends like a melodrama in front of the swiftly walking crowd,

And came to an end as the NATURAL death of that poor old man,

Which was an unarmed news seen on the next day daily newspaper. 

Note: Actually this was a REALITY that had happened in India few months back. The most harsh fact behind this share is that, here the “old man and he”  refers to “father and son” respectively. The reason behind this crooked crime was the inability of a son to take care of his father, who was following his sickly extended old-age days. This would always be an unbearable as well as unbelievable dreadful news that I had ever read. 😦 😦


Pleats of a Relationship

It was the glory of inconsolable creeping disaster,

Hits my heart in an independent crooked situation,

Where I have lost my love for-ever under the indelicate blessings of God.

The days or months or years we had spent together,

Was always a thorough sacred memories,

Which is still alive in my heart as a symbolic reality.

Being into a relationship is nothing more than an opportunity,

Where you could experience some wide HOPE or VERGE of life,

But it can be a SOLEMN or WORST feeling though.

The only visuals prolonged all through my heart is for her holy come-back,

Which would be a down-hearted impact from the almighty to me.