ഇന്ന് എൻ്റെ ചുറ്റുമുള്ളവരുടെ കുറവുകൾ എന്നെ ഓർമ്മപ്പെടുത്തുന്ന ഏറ്റവും വലിയ സത്യം ആണ് എന്റെ അച്ഛൻ.
I thought it was a dream.
But it was a tale told by an idiot,
because it’s a story about love ?
No!! it was just about you.
In between the past that are being yesterdays
and the future that carries the burden of hope,
I sewed the truth of present.
I knew earlier that this would happen.
The dreariness realised during the day.
The restlessness realised during the night.
Unexplainable! You filled the cosmos.
Even if there are many colours,
for my fiery love,
for my revolutionary vigour and
for the blood I scattered,
you gave red gulmohars.
And in the glimpse of that memory, I live.
For my uncharted wanderings,
there is no beginning and end without you.
In the parade of failures; I, me, myself being the truth,
I’m once again searching for the enigma that you are.
Like innumerable company of stars,
my consciousness floating in waves
of desires has also diffused in darkness.
The glimmers of awaken dreams has
quenched by demonic hands of drugs.
The love I felt for the arousally rumbling sea , even it was dredged aside by waves.
That didn’t stop me.
At last, I become one among the waves and plunged myself into the sea.
Surprisingly, the sea was much
deeper than my love
From cradle to bed.
From bed to coffin.
In this play,
future is only for men.
Not for trees. 😦