The Girl

Two mountains without trees 
Wore golden dryness coats. 
Beside the mountain there was a girl
She came from the garden of Eden
She was smiling and looking at the hot sun
And she took a bread from her bag
But she couldn't eat because of the dryness
Though she was hungry despite she was smiling
A shepherd led some goats through the mountains
One by one they fell down and the rest of them
Where yelling for water.
All goats were dead, The shepherd also fell down,
He put down his knees, while he was looking into the sky
His body and spirit were separated. However,
The girl didn't open her mouth or yelled
Because of her hope to go back to the garden
But fate broke all her hopes as a hot wind took her
Into the dust meanwhile, two mountains were still glowing
Because of the golden dry coats.

A White Gerbera Daisy for the Innocence Souls

On the roof of the mature terrace,
A bunch of fire drops passed through the sky
The moon had hidden her brightness from the clouds
Still, the sky was bright without the moonlight
I was wondering about the brightness of the sky,
With my glass of vodka in my hand,
Not even a bit light in between us
The wind was melting with our heart and was memorizing memories
The deep yell was heard from the war ground of peace paddy
As stink of the blood tasted still fresh on my tongue
The moans and murmur were passing through my ear
So many sculls sounds were heard during my dinner from the down soil
And to my surprise they were turning into humans
Some into young and other into old. In the midnight,
I couldn't even see their face, meanwhile I put on my light
And then as I saw, Lots were having and were wanting to eat my food desperately
They were scrambling each other for my food both old and young
They forget their own self because of the hunger
Some young kid told me that they could hear sounds of the atomic bomb
I couldn't trust and thought it to be a lie because I resided in the safe zone my home
I told them that I live according to my God's will and I will be in heaven
All started laughing and yelled Bomb, Bomb, Fire, fire.
No lives, No God's will, dead is the last answer,
A destroyer is there in between us
The power of a thousand suns would come again,
And vanish our God's will because of the hellish rulers.
You will be dead when you're at peace and silence,
So open your eyes and see the hands, and the innocent face,
Arms, legs and feet and the organs of the kids.
The green paddy become reddish soil with the fullness of sculls.
Didn't you hear the yell of innocent kids and old?
The shriek of pain and the radiance of a million suns
I Whirls the reddish paddy and yelled for the thousands
And I Plucked a white Gerbera daisy and put on the wooden dinner table,
And bend in my foot and took into my heart the kids,young's and the old.

Good solitude

Princess made a bird with my soul
Without my concern she has stolen my deep breath
I died and grew up as a new one like weightless
I walked the street, however, nobody saw my body
I found that I became a Verdin with a flowers wings
My strength and dreams reduced into the bird 
Someone took my breath away towards the clouds
Loneliness kills my wings, so I failed to fly to sky
I found someone in solitude from the mountain 
And I learned how making a heavenly solitude
Someone told me it’s could be owned by mating
I planned to be with my princess for a short while
I sensed that she was perfect for my body and blood
And I knew my princess was not a perfect one, but 
Still I loved her more than anything ,
I didn't know what she had given for my need
Even though she took my breath into my lungs and eyes
I kept silence to hear her sound of wings and fly 
And I felt her smell of blossom in my nose.
I still I'm thinking while we're mating hardly, that 
I still want to fly for a long day with a good solitude.

Heaven of Himachal

Many people would like to visit Israel because it is a holy place for them, a dreamland and a destiny Himachal is like that, full of Israelis and like a little Israel. In Himachal,I saw the heaven of this world. Quiet, solitude and the deep cool take you through the heavenly clouds. We couldn’t easily find out whether it was real or fake; I felt it as though an artist painted the sky; a real artist who made his masterpiece. Kerala was burning this summer hot . Nobody liked to walk even the streets in the daytime. During the journey from Trivandrum to Delhi I met few humble people who were in the Military. Even I after reached Delhi I completely got immersed in these military men and their life stories. They have lots of real stories, the story of tolerance and sacrifice. After a deep hug I gave them my best wishes and caught the metro. After my lunch I got a bus to Bhuntar. It is a 12 hour journey by bus, it was a great travel to Bhuntar, in that bus I saw a man who is a musician and like a hippie, and he was with a friend too. Until Bhuntar he shared lots of stories and advices. Because he stayed in India for the past 10 years, he had wide knowledge about the lifestyle, culture and food. He looked like a poor man, even though his words were very impressive like a matured one. It was so hard to reach the cool Himachal from the 42 degree heat. I reached Bhuntar at 6.15 am. Without sweater nobody can withstand Himachal’s weather. At 8 am, I got a bus to Kasol. The journey to Kasol from Bhuntar is unforgettable. Throughout the way I felt as though it was a journey to heaven, because of the mountains and the Parvathi valley. In that greenery there is something flowing with white color. I sat on top of the bus and saw the beauty of Himachal. Some monkeys were running away from the road and some native women were carrying firewood beside the road. The people are really different from Kerala people because of the clothes and food. While I am on the top of the bus I could see that there was a village like an island amidst the forest. The driver was very experienced and manoeuvred the curves expertly, but I felt I was going to fall down the deep gorges. I reached the destiny of trippy Kasol. The culture, food, people ,the weather and even the attitude of the people was different from Kerala, such a real heaven and the wonderful magic views, nobody can forget easily this place in Himachal. After a visit of Pulga and Thosh, I felt that these were godly and quiet place. The meditative silence takes one into the peaceful cloud. I met lots of lovable Isralians and other foreigners and native people. All were enjoying the peace and silence of the tripping atmosphere. After I reached my home, I terribly miss those places because of the unconditional happiness and the silence of solitude.

Visited Kasol Hills, Himachal, Pulga, Parvati Valley, Fairy Forest, Tosh, Parvati Valley, Himachal Pradesh, Bhuntar, India and New Delhi, India

Hope

Hope becomes hopelessness because of distrust

Heritage of kindness a stagnant pool of death
Flies emigrate to the olive yard beyond the hills
My heart, though, has no wings to fly at all

Deadly tiredness keeping my spring in resistance
My hope depicting the change of seasons era
While my aspects always trusting the arrival of spring
Revolutions echoed from my spirit that resisted it.

I showed my disguised affection to plumy pottery
My essence relapsing in the crush of love
My intensity moved in confinement
Bedridden in sultry long days rising like dough

Surrealists prevented my journey to the olive yard

I have showed the purity of my love inside out
Thoughts rendering things to look like lust
My distrustful mind hopeless keeps away.

Pollination

Because of the fragrance, you come to eat honey

Pain from the invaded fields distills the taste of fruits

I am with my inner soul, my essence carted away

You heed your buzz while delivering the new bud

Because of the flowers you smell my real fragrance

In between the peace and blossom there is a tear

Even my eyes openly mock thieves who stole your heart

I, the progenitor of scarecrows for decades

Because the plant gave the autumn flowers

I won’t be proud even though I am the last one

Cold surrounds you at the rivers meet

The meet we will see the color of real sky

Because the pain of weather makes a good plant 

This land shows the wounds of slave gardener

Each and every bud has a tear of boundless slaps

After fruiting and withering, a plant never cheats.

Because the good seed gives the strong plant

She is dreaming a good future, plenty and ample

Spring is soon under the snow with its marvelous sleep

She doesn’t know it needs to be dropped in dirt to grow

Because the temperature germinates a good seed

The seed never has seen behind the smoky war ground

For decades, seed in barren soil inside someone’s ugly boots

Mountains hear the yell and cry that I am fruitless and arid

Because of the pollination, everything would blossom

You and I make a marvelous seed; fragrance, flowers

Plant, seed all grace comes from your vagina

Nature joining us as one seed, sprouting a precious plant.

Mirror

I wake up with new dreams every day

My dreams make me the perfect

I checked my beauty with the mirror

It makes s me proud of my glamour

Mirror is taking me to great heights

I turned and looked into the mirror

Something is happening in its layer

A man looking at me a sternly

I felt my physical and inner strength splitting

Two people in the same spot

Both in and out, something is happening

Deadly silence, making arbitration

Both saying I am perfect

Each one yelling the fact of moral

Need to know who good one is

How to merge with the shadow behind

I said we are one, so come to me

I am perfect and proud of the moral

He is not willing to come to me

I got mad because of the loss

I never can close my eyes from the mirror

Suddenly the whole atmosphere changed

Behind the mirror, he tried to smile

While smiling slowly the face began breaking

I was helpless to do anything

My part has broken terribly

I have possessed this beautiful since childhood

All gets broken without my concern

I still do not know exactly who I am

A person in between, one has been already dead

Now I am devoid of that beauty

So built my beauty with cheap morality

Now I am not beautiful

Because the mirror has taken my pride

And I still need a mask to clarify for everyone

That it is me.