Tears from my eye,
Fall to the ground and die.
I hope my tear drops from heaven fall on her,
And blossom something magical in her,
Something called Love.
I wish that she blows me a flying kiss,
Which if I miss,
I’ll circle the globe to catch it.
I can make wonders with you by my side,
But first sadness is something I must hide,
For you are not mine.
Come back please.
I will be waiting,
Even if it takes eternities.

-Santhosh

My eyes hopes to find yours.
It gazes at your eyes,
With its fingers crossed,
Praying for, at least, a glimpse at it.
But your eyes are, mostly, busy with something else.
Miracles do happen once in a while,
When your eyes catches mine red handed,
In the act of looking at you.
My vision loses focus.
Your eyes gets me lost in my mind,
It may be a brief five second stare at each other.
But that very moment, I’m floating in air like a bubble,
That moment gives me the joy like I discovered fire.
But the bubble does pop at some point of time,
When your eyes gives me the ghastly stare,
It vacuums my mind and chokes it for air.
My mind starts flowing with a river of thoughts,
To figure out what went wrong.
So I start swimming upstream to find my mistake.
Before which you ignite your charcoal eyes with anger,
Which makes my eyes perspire.

-Santhosh (TechNo)

I was born in the sky.
I'm so high that I give Mt.Everest a High5.
Black Cloud is my Mother.
I share her womb with many other.

At night, I have the stars to read.
During day, Entertainment is not what I need,
Cause I have the humans down to see,
With all their crazy acts,
It’s like I see a movie every day.
I have travelled to every corner of the earth.
This is how I spent my time before my birth.

When the time is right, my Mother lets me go,
Along with my brothers and sisters.
The time I take to fall down to ground,
Is the time I live.
I am Rain.

My life is short and fast.
But I enjoy every bit of it.
The fall is like a transcendence,
But I experience everything.
I love my life,
Till I fall to the ground and die.

After I'm dead, sometimes I form the rainbow,
And make the Earthlings happy.
I'm not sad that I'm dead.
In time I'll evaporate,
And be born again.

Life is fast.
Experience it.
Love it.
Share it.
And be happy about it.

                              -Santhosh

We share many beautiful memories
Because, are we beautiful brothers
From childhood to adolescence to adulthood
Our relationship has never been less than very very good!

We share many beautiful memories
Playing cricket on the streets
And of course inside the house
Making a mockery of cricket rules in the process
For example, a one-handed one-pitch catch
Could win you the match
Or even better, getting beaten would be considered out
However, best of all was book cricket
Where India would score a thousand runs
And the opposing team would be shot out for less than fifty runs!!

We share many beautiful memories
Playing many Cric07 matches
You teaching me the "D-shot"
Myself as Steve Harmison playing 400 ***** without a single attacking shot
Pitching the ball on the wicketkeeper's legs
For sure, would we have outraged many cricket lovers!!

We share many beautiful memories
My unnaturally high-pitched laugh during the beginning of my teens
You having to explain cricket rules to me all over again
Though I had not REALLY forgotten
The hilarious Yelagiri boat incident
For hysterics, did I have some kind of talent!!

We share many beautiful memories
Listening to AR Rahman songs of the glorious late nineties
Before you converted me to a Harris Jayaraj fan
And more than a decade later, a Santhosh Narayanan fan!!

We share many beautiful memories
You and Shreeja teasing me multiple times
About the "Gulmohar Malare" song
Thanks to this, YouTube did I start watching!!

We share many beautiful memories
Playing the game "20 Questions"
Involving cricket as well as Harry Potter
Having multiple debates on Harry Potter
Comparing the movies with the books
This would go on for hours!!

We share many beautiful memories
Having multiple get-togethers with our relatives
Watching cricket matches at Ranga Periappa's house
Getting treated to Sizzling Brownies at Opal Inn
And can I go on and on
However, as per my idol Dr. Meena Kandasamy's advice sage
A poem has to stop at some stage
So, Dear Bro, hope you enjoyed reading
As much as I enjoyed writing!!

Wow! ! what an incredible phenomenon
Its miracles many have i seen
how it heals and seals
everything is invested
every word
every wound
time keeps a cave of light for the lost
the gropers in the dark
and a wind for the flames of now
a clap for the bent heads to lift up
a lap for the bruised
a slap for the brutal arms

you and i, dear, have to wade through its waters

remember
It's time! !

by santhosh kana

As a million drops of blood fade into dust.
The time has come...
The sun and stars have passed over his head, Again and again, through endless weeks.

At the end of the judgement, He stares at the sky. Where the beauty of the sunset is swallowed by dark clouds.

His broken sword slips from trembling hands, Falling in silent farewell.
His eyes covering miles all over the dead one's.
A sea of the fallen, lost to war.

A cold wind from the west whispers his soul.
As tears, born from blood-stained eyes meet the earth.
Just before the clouds begin to weep.

The battlefield turns into a crimson lake.
A war for for peace, Yet all it gave him was pain.
                                            
              ­                        ~Sudhi Santhosh