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Laundry was getting folded And she said, “I miss my green check jacket”,  holding up a green velvet one she was folding “I miss my brown fur jacket,” Echoed the kid. Both remembering the old jackets they left behind somewhere "I miss myself", I said to myself,  Lying there, Looking at the fan going round and round  As aimlessly as I am. 

Want to take a one way trip, Not looking back, Not carrying anything with me, Not leaving anything behind, Not crying, Not missing, Not hating, Not Loving. Just walk ahead, With no roads to turn back to No Calls to listen to No Dinner to return to Nothing to expect ahead, Nothing to be disappointed about Nothing to gain Nothing to earn Just to go away With no footprints  Like a breeze with no debris Just to fade away.

My loudest words are the ones never uttered, My strongest protests are the ones buried, My saddest tears are ones withheld, My wildest anger just burns me, My deepest love is in hugs you never received, You have only seen my happiest moments,  Since that is my weakest emotion.

  " ജോൺസ്‌ ",  ദൈവം   പതുക്കെ   വിളിച്ചു , എരിഞ്ഞു   തീരാരായ   ജീവിതം   ഒന്നുകൂടി   ആഞ്ഞു   വലിച്ച്‌ ജോൺസ്‌   കണ്ണിറുക്കി   പുഞ്ചിരിച്ചു , " എന്താ   പരിപാടി ?" " ഒന്നുമില്ല ,  ഇവിടെ   ഈ   കടലോരത്ത്‌   സൂര്യനെ   നോക്കി   ഇരിക്കാം   കവിതകൾ   പാടാം , ഇരുട്ട്‌   പതിയെ   പടരുമ്പോൾ   മാഞ്ഞുപോകുന്ന   നിഴലുകളെ   കാണാം താണു   തുടങ്ങുന്ന   കടലിന്റെ   ശ്വാസഗതി   കേൾക്കാം പിന്നെ   പതിയെ   മയങ്ങാം ." മങ്ങാൻ   തുടങ്ങിയ   കണ്ണടയൂരി   മുണ്ടിന്റെ   തലക്കൽ   തുടച്ച്‌   ജോൺസ്‌   എഴുന്നേറ്റു ,  ഒന്നു   തിരിഞ്ഞു നോക്കി ,  പിന്നെ   പതുക്കെ   നടന്നു . I 

  Being blind, you see so much.   The glory do not dazzle you,  The beauty don’t weaken you The odious don’t deter you Appearances do not confuse you Time flutters near your ears Smell of Wilting roses melts in your nose The falling leaf tingles your tongue  The warm light crackles on your skin  I close my eyes so I Can see you better!

  The sun was about to set The imperfect roof reflected the orange rays off the still wet surface. The small hands were busy for last half an hour building it. The weak leg could not run around. The lonely sole had chosen to sit there and get busy, one fist ful at a time pulling up a tiny castle from the spread of sand around.  A small heap, that was all there, with some nick here and a notch there to look like windows and doors. A spike here and there to look like a roof.  But it was a castle, a castle built in the sand.  “What is this? What are you doing? Why dirty your hands? Don’t you know I don’t like it?” “It’s a small castle!” “What is it for? Don’t you have a house to live in? A room of your own? Any way how will you live in this? ” “But I was sitting feeling lonely. So just built one. Isn’t it a nice pretty one?” “What do you mean pretty? You like this more than your house?” “No no, I know it’s not a real house. I know I cannot live in it. It’s not for that”...