Antigone

Rain seasons earthly dish Capturing the real spice. Flavours are running out Reason for it is real taste Moulding it back is work A cuisiane is yet to come Chef play their skills To serve garnished plate And  save its rupture. But true aspiration engulfed floating greenish tart seen in sugary syrup spoon-fed.

Mercy!! Mercy!! To art Manifesto of virtues Canvas hold sharp tips Now dispersion formed Marking it’s fate……

Now that bus had arrived after a 45 mins standing. We had occupied the free seat and I had settled myself to the window side of the bus. I had comforted myself with music plugged into my ears. the site of the moving trees and scenery with the cold breeze patting too hard that gave me goosebumbs.The passing by site of the moving bus had given me site of children all eagerly waitin for their bus to come. It lead to the thoughts of my days at school where I had that heavy hunch-bag. i had my ironed uniform and polished shoes on and ran to the bus stop as I was running late. The tiffin box was empty by the second bell. We had our pockets filled with chit-chat papers by then. The bell strikes at 10:45 we had ran to the school canteen for the next bunch of eatables . The long day at school had ended too fast and now I stand here as the graduate. College was not too easy for me .  Hostel was an experience to tell. You learn a lot as u stay alone with a bunch of 12 members in a...

Commitment??? Existence??? Reason embedded, its doubtful,  Soul with multi hands Yet unanswered pills  Is this life?? Can divine correct it? If so then Y to create….. Realization is hard Acceptance is courage. So reality is fate.                        Ammukutty

Emotion is a footstone to unfading fear. The fear of thought that’s isn’t easy to escape your imaginary world. A full stop will not end wars. No, yet distress emotions obstruct the erased present. Pressure trapped in the soul for the scared mouth she trust. It isn’t easy to stay but that drop of real truth vaporizes the ultimate being. To find that image of act is a task of hope. For that one day all will be fine.            Divine power of mediating mind is a scope to exhale. But faith of particulars can be queried too. Yet wisdom that hold fourth the real shades of unseen mind is a skill. Thoughts taught by understandings of your interest is a key step to your path.        Help seeks in the being itself when she realise that its all just time. Past or present but thirst for future is a reason we move on. The reality in thinking clouds are to heavy yet never to rain as the layer of consciousness is rayed on us. A slight upright cur...