convoluted distortions,
scripting thoughts without meaning
yet hold a feeling of
what was once known but forgotten in growing up.

ghosts of memories
resonate and chase
yesterday into today,
living parallel lives
in separate realities.

All these mirrors

carnival distortions

of selves we never were.

Paintbrush in water fascinates me sometimes more than colors as it's the state where imagination actually decides the destiny of the canvas.

that piece of you I hold inside always searching
for the part of me
in you.

 ഋതുക്കളുടെ മേല്‍ പ്രണയത്തിന്‍റെ ചോര പൊടിയുന്ന കയ്യൊപ്പുകള്‍ കാണാം, കവിതകളെ.

Soothe me or hurt me, I'm paralyzed anyway.