You are like a mystery to me,
But I’ve known you for ages.
You are like a mirage to me,
But I’ve seen you for ages.
Your voice seems like an echo to me,
But I’ve heard them for ages.
Your love,
Your care,
Your presence,
Is all that I posses.
Your voice have been my breath for ages.
I don’t know who I am, or what I am,
But all I know is that,
You have been my identity for ages.

lost is the time that we had together
the smile of ur cheeks
shine of ur eyes,
all are left just as memories.
good or ill,
joy or painful,
are just left as memories.
once where we met,
where a thousand of flowers,
once bloomed,
is now a desert,
where it hardly rains.
when i smell the virgin mud,
i know how much,
i once loved u.
when i see the bristle ,
on my window,
on a rainy day,
i still remember those,
good old days that i spend ,
with u.
and when the sun drowns,
itself in the golden ocean,
and when the night falls on,
i feel how much,
i miss u in my life.
how much pain is within me.
and how bad it hurts inside.
and more when i feel,
that how near u are.
but still when ,
i spread my arms for u,
you are not there…..
its all left as memories,
and wounds in the heart,
which refuse to heal,
even after the time passes
on and on and on……….

it’s the monsoon..
cloudy sky,
cold wind,
damp mud,
drops falling from heaven.
I love to see the rain,
and recall those days,
when i see the little boy,
who throws his umbrella,
and runs out into the shower,
when his mother shouts,
I love to see him smile.
I love to recall those days,
when i see the little girl,
who let her paper boat ,
into the flooding streets of Cochin.
I love to see her smile,
when her boat sails along.
when others run for a roof,
they spread their arms,
to fetch those heavenly drops.
I love to see the happiness,
a monsoon drops in…
i love to see it rain…