"On your mark,Get set,Go"

A gush of blood,
We started like a flood.

Some of us were swift,
For others,was a drift.

Sweat glands to rupture,
Eyes couldn't capture.

Some looked weary,
Nothing to do with fury.

In a hurry to finish,
Tracks usually vanish.

Where is the finish line?
Oh! There it is, Fine.

I had the courage,
But it was a mirage.

I couldn't run,
Crowds making fun.

I started first,
Others made me last.

End of the race,
Where to hide my face?

He

He stared at me,
With eyes of accusation

He's frowning,
Seems I'm melting.

He demanded a mask,
To hide his guilty face.

I wanted to escape,
But he wasn't even blinking.

He troubled my mind,
With a dagger in red.

He never lied,
Revealed me as I'm.

He contained the ruins,
Which I feared to expose.

My right was his left,
He changed my dimensions.

He is me,
I'm in front of the mirror.

I broke the mirror,
Now I'm free.

My best friend

Yesterday you were the candy,
Today you are the honey.

You are changing,
You can never be the same.

You never squabbled,
For my possessions.

I never whispered,
But you understood everything.

I was sleepy,
I slept in your lap.

Then I started hearing,
Lullabies from thin air.

You were my refuge,
Whenever I failed to rationalize.

You were numb,
Whenever I smiled.
(Are you jealous?)

But gave me your kerchief,
Whenever I cried.
(You can never be jealous)

I tasted you,
I smelled your aroma.

I went deep,
I found the chasm.

I never minded,
Falling in your abyss.

I want to be alone,
But only in your absence

Oh! dear friend,
You're none other than Loneliness.

The transformation

We often visit many factories..
Steel factories,Glass factories,Soap factories and so on..


Something recently introduced is so called "Jihadi factory"

Raw materials are mere human beings who can feel pain,who care for
each other and who follows noble principles of brotherly love..

The products are called terrorists
who are taught to do things,who lost their power of reasoning
during the transformation..

Ignorance is better than a little of knowledge

And finally the Summer Rains..

I'm in my new home and was around 6 p.m yesterday
(May 9th)
Laden with disturbing thoughts,I stood at the balcony
Playing mind games..
And calculations,never going to end..
I was humming to myself..
Now that I've completed my U.G exams I'm free..
Free in the sense without a job..
I can't blame the nerve-shaking economic uncertainty..
It's not fair to blame anybody..
I'm really struggling under heavy expectations..
I wish I could disconnect the pain..

"Expectations are the leechers of happiness"
Is it right? May be..
Is it the case with others? I don't know..
Many of my friends are going to work..
A job! I can't imagine..
May be I'm not mature enough for a job..
My tear glands were activated..
Thank God! My brain could sense my feelings..
I felt so embarrassed that I couldn't even cry..
Crying is a sort of relief..
Not always..
Am I abandoned?
The summer heat is so intense..
I felt difficult to tolerate..
I looked up to heavens..
I awaited a response from my father..
For an action there is a reaction..
A chilling breeze touched my cheeks..
Ahhh! I could sigh..
Soon I saw the search lights from heaven..
Bright beams!
I was in the spotlight..
A rhythm of thunder followed..
Then started the rains...
Winds grew stronger..
I feared it could drive my clouds away..
(Most often we're pessimistic,We don't have
time to think about the advantages..
We're busy analyzing the disadvantages)

The rains may satisfy the thirsty earth..
The flowers in my garden looked excited..
Their petals were glittering with water droplets
The rains were about to finish..
I was cherished with some good feelings..
It couldn't bring out a butterfly effect..
But was certainly a relief for an hour or two..
I waited until the last drop which splattered..
"Sajith",I heard my mom's sweet voice..
It was the call for the dinner..
Yesterday was the Mother's Day..
A day dedicated to all sweet mothers for their
condition-less service..