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.

After a breath and before another, there's plenty of time to rest.

Even dead fallen leaves go a long way with the wind before getting crushed.

As the train picks up momentum
moving to the destination,
mind plays thoughts in rewind
turning back the wheel of time.
I've already started missing you.

perhaps,
every scent is another part of the poem,
where words stop,bend and listen
to the rustle of wind
for instance,when grabbed,
sky to loam.