He must have read my mind.

We Are Many
Pablo Neruda
Of the many men who I am, who we are,
I can’t find a single one;
they disappear among my clothes,
they’ve left for another city.

എന്നെ എനിക്ക് വേണം

ഞാന്‍ എന്തിന് നിന്നെ പേടിക്കുന്നു?
നീ ഇതു ചോദിച്ച് മടുത്തുക്കാണും
അന്നാല്‍ ഇപ്പോള്‍ ഞാന്‍ പറഞ്ഞേക്കാം
ഒരുപക്ഷെ നാളെ ഉത്തരം മാറി പോയാലൊ

As he lay sleeping..

My father is sleeping
on the bare wooden floor.
He hasn’t woken up though
we have visitors today.
Lots of them sit around my father;
their backs to the open door.
Why, I thought, did my father go to sleep
on this bare wooden floor
as his bed lies inside,
waiting for him?

Then I realized the shocking truth
and my eyes filled with tears.
I wailed [...]

The Voice Stops Here

Hero She Ma
bleeds.
Who yet sees?
The world goes on
No one listens
Those taken for granted
Hidden inside painted dolls.
Boys and girls, superfluous dramas
All on the outside
Deafness within
She said that and he said this
Real life is the real dream.
(Hero She Ma screams. No one listens)

Tear Drops

Tears show no shame nor strength
I shed my tears for reasons of my own
Agony,
Anger,
Frustration.
I suffer alone, tears a part of the cycle.
I envy those who can act on will,
who can act on feelings alone,
I can’t and never will.
Ever so bound by the shackles of a labyrinth,
The labyrinth of the mind;
Tying me with ropes [...]

Dear God..

Thank you,
For my life,
For my family,
For my friends.
Thank you,
For every breath I take,
For every moment I smile,
For those innumerable pleasures in life.