Qualms

Here everybody is going along with those facts so, why shouldn’t I?
Is there any depreciation for my revolutionary thoughts that I myself considered as part of my own existence ……
May be it has an effect on a fall... My friend
Always I was been in that world of cancers and its gasping ….
The color was really dark and shallowness can felt along there ….
The twinge …
The aggravation ….
The soberness.....
There is always some sort of obscurity before that rainbow…..
A bottle of ink tends to burst upon you….
Love is at its extinct …..
But there is an escalation somewhere ….

about my lost friend sreeraj

For my friend
Like you I am also in solitude
Sometime I do hate your vast expressionism only sometime,
The magic of that elaboration is always fascinating, only I like that when you are saying about the death, sorrow, desperation and that all will perched along here over these soggy ambience .I can’t call you as my friend but you are rather a philosopher than romantic.
“It had been another shadow cast over his own shadow ever since the night he awoke, shaken by a bad dream and realize that death is not only a permanent probability ,as he had always believed ,but an immediate reality ……(love at the time of cholera_marques).
Death, you always said it’s like a dark cloud and smells like an icy warehouse.
You told me it has got a color,
And you like violet color!!! Most
Its not an end its only a beginning of rare imaginations of our soul
Near that library hall you told me about your dreams, childhood fantasies, your first kiss and about hail storms in your nights..
About you!!!!
I was far away from your world..
Now I am looking for you everywhere

Eva Kelly

Eva Kelly……………….
One amputed leg and a spinal scar…and agony of my treatment for her throat cancer
She is just like honey dew and off course a chain smoker
She is always surviving with those shadows of fumes ….smoke!
Thick white dancing snow caped creatures!!!!!!!!!!
She is laughing always, then with every puff she anxiously in healing (as if grabbing an hour from her desire towards past)
Not as regular cigar smoker____ she is living with her lost boy friend
She is in her 90s; and can’t speak.
While she puffed out all those white fumes, she will cry, waves her hand and gives so many warm kisses in air …only for her lost love
She can’t walk towards him but throwing a bunch of warm welcomes …
He used to come beside her, over those white fumes, in her hallucination!
I can feel that Eva...
Even if I can’t see your hugs, I was a silent spectator
And the cigarettes she smoked is a way towards that eternal truth,
The end or what we call the death
For me it reflects a reunion (I am seeing that)
With whom she lost somewhere in her mental distraction.
My dear Eva
With a spinal scar and throat cancer
I love you in your 90s
I don’t know why?
You look so bright with that hearing aid.
When he comes, his name is PEEJAY
I can hear whispers hovering over your bed,
I can feel that because I do believe in tears.