From Chundanthuruth to Madrid
I was driving
On an errand
That was not really urgent

In the car, a song
Not actually sweet
Not even beautiful
Was playing in a hum..

Whenever I got bored
Looked at the sky
The sky too looked back
Once I winked at it
Teasingly..
Since the sky could not wink
Closing one eye
It shot a frightening glance
At me; said
" get lost, mind your business! "

I kept driving..
Beyond Kalamasseri
At the container road signal
Stood a man
Signalled to stop

No sooner did I stop
Than he got inside
And sits authoritatively
On the seat to my left
Regarding my song
Neither too sweet
Nor that beautiful
With contempt..

(In looks, a gentle man, infact a rogue
I said in brackets )

Though Idid not like much
I asked him his name
' Life ' he said
Ah! 
Since it was my first
Encounter with "Life"
Asked his initials too

Without paying heed
Life played a song
I did not like
Life played another song
I did not like at all
Life played a different song
I did not, did not like
Life played different different songs
I did not like

Life played song
I did not like
Life played song
I did not like
Life played song 
I did not like
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Malaamparamp, moolampilly
High court junction
Marine drive
On the way to Madrid
Life kept on playing
Different different songs

My "I dont like, I dont like"
Continued 

Life again played a song
I did not like it
Again I did not like
Again and again 
I did not like

Life 
Then
Played a song
I liked it a bit
I liked it a bit more
Bit by bit
I liked that song
Liked the song
Liked the song very much
Liked only that song

That song became mine
That song became me
What to say;
I even danced
To that song

Just then
Just then
Once again
I asked Life
His initials
Laughingly it said
" Life.PK"

(Translated by Vijayalakshmi Murthy)

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Posted on April 7, 2015

The Struggle Of
Being Dependent On A Substance.
Especially Stimulating Wise
Is So Difficult
My Negative Emotions Are What
Lead me to wanting to
Go and use.
To Get Away Relive
My Weaken Mind.
By Taking The Stress worries racing
Thoughts away
Dissapering Up in smoke
The Sad Feeling,
Every Time iFeel Blue
A Reminder Pops Up remembering
iHave A Cure to turn to.
Numbs Me All Completely
Since im addicted, idont get that first happy feeling, like idid in
The Beginning.
Makes All my pain and misery leave
Yes iknow, temporarily
As iConsume, its consuming
My Natural Happiness Permanently.

Alone on an island
Alone in my mind
Why can't they hear me?
Why are they blind?
I speak silent words to long deafened ears
I hold back emotion with unshed tears
I sit and I ponder of where this must be
Am I a mirage?
Is this really me?
"Who are you"?, they asked
I couldn't reply
I had not an answer
Idid not know why
I've searched and I've searched in the depths of my head
Am I a survivor or one of the dead
"A whole world is waiting", they simply replied
"It's yours for the taking if you can decide"
That's when I knew somewhere deep in my heart
There is never an ending, unless there is a start
So, I have discovered alone in my thoughts
"You" never find "You" unless you have sought
The reason for being
The reason you're here
You can be the huge ocean, or just one tiny tear

what Idid is
i looked right
cutting through
the brambles and shale
and into
your very chest
and (
          what
       saw
              i
        were
              such beauty
                so
             colours
            and
              deeply
         stitched
             ) in you
               i have spied
               almost breaking flowers
               about whom i'd draw my
               careful hands and cup
               them carry them
               in my heart those
               nearly caving stemmed
               roses i'd
                               love
                                      them

I never realised I wanted to die until I tried.
I lay on the road and waited.
My cousin pulled me off.
I didn't realize just how ****** up my life was until Idid.
'I'm concerned about your mental health'
The very first time in my entire life that I had heard those words.
But not from my mum. I dare not talk to her about this.
No, then she felt like she failed,
I am aware, but don't tell her.
You name it, I've tried.
I was bored and knew that nobody would miss me
Bleach, starvation, insomnia, glass, blades, hypothermia
And I'm still here.
The mark on my body remains, a show to me and everyone
especially my mum,
That I did it on my own
I got through all that **** on my own
without help
and am strong
a whole lot stronger than I may have seen
because I don't take **** from anyone.
I'll talk, I promise.'
I tell her this so she knows that I am trying
I'm burnt out now
My doctors, my dad, my teachers and friends tell me
I need to step back
I have done all that I can, and now it's her turn.
Doesn't anyone know that she won't?
Can't you realise that it's stupid?
She'll be my mum for a month at most,
Then something will happen, and I will be taken out on me.
I prefer it then anyone else, though's for sure.
My younger siblings will live in false security
As long as she doesn't take it out on them
Look my way, mum,
I don't want to die
But I exist and do not live.