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Alappuzha, Kerala India
Joined on 28 October, 2010
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Burning in the fire,
Words of desire.
Spoken to none,
Yet known to everyone.
Once poured into the white,
With blood words unite.
A part of me,
But, will never it be.
A million words said,
In silence, dead.
The mistake is always letting yourself ride on hope too far.
Replying to @Govindhan916: സ്ത്രീകൾക്ക് ഏറ്റവും സ്വാതന്ത്യമുള്ള പ്രസ്ഥാനങ്ങൾ
Never start a conversation you can't handle or respectfully leave.
Replying to @veenavenugopal: Seems like there's some cricket on
The cold gripped the forest.
The white silence took over.
Frozen, the forest awaits,
with a bleeding heart and
high hopes,
for the spring to return,
and to feel alive again.
He was a forest,
she a lost soul.
The trees lead her
to the heart of the forest.
The warmth she felt
of a home she never had.
To belong to somewhere
for she never had.
The spring has come.
The forest reeked of joy,
A burst of colours and
the sweet aroma of love.
Many moons down,
the forest grew on to her.
Their hearts entwined into one,
inseparable.
Shedding trees announced winter.
Final rays of sunshine resting
at the end of the forest,
consumed her.
She wakes up reborn,
in a new land never heard of.
Clueless, she wanders.
Were the days so bright,
The green so lush,
The air so fresh:
How could I have not seen,
Unless dead within.
The wind blows,
The rain lashes,
The dirt washes off,
The withered skin peels away,
Life returns.
Alive again, like never before.
A new opportunity, a new of set possibilities at the most unexpected of times.
നിന്റെ നൂപുര മർമ്മരം ഒന്നു കേൾക്കാനായ് വന്നു ഞാൻ
നിന്റെ സാന്ത്വന വേണുവിൽ രാഗ ലോലമായ് ജീവിതം
നീയെന്റെയാനന്ദ നീലാംബരി
നീയെന്നുമണയാത്ത ദീപാഞ്ജലി
ഇനിയും ചിലമ്പണിയൂ ❤️
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