Once there was a king
who was wise and calm he told stories which where so existent to bloom coloured dreams in peoples wit…
He oath them to bring out
the stories as a book And they sat tight for years to behold flowers from the blooms
It was the day when stories
got published and the copies endue with flowers…
with an ending.., poles apart from what they heard…
They wanted to point the fingers
but it was locked They wanted to ran out but the legs where chained
And His Highness sat on throne with a crown
made up of newly bloomed thorns…
everyone where muted
like it venomed with a boom ‘Long live the king’
Everyone is muted
me,you and every others…
It was very hard for them
to make a bunghole in every barrels.., not too vast not too bite what was the point…?
They ought to fill the barrels
upto third and
The dwarf one said
It was better to sail the world than filling…
but not harder than making a bunghole…!
The bung had to be tight
tighter than the head tighter than the rivet and the flow must be quicker a dozen times quicker than filling…
They found it arduous
and the metier shifted to the freshman after the serene days they were also quit…
It was very hard
but the hole must be drilled bung must be caped and the barrel must be filled and it Repeated…repeated… and repeated…
There was a Rat who was in hunger.
He ran everywhere in the house for something to fill his big tummy.finally he found a piece of cheese at the corner of kitchen..his favourite place in the house..the cheese was the best he had ever.
And he slept with the joy of a filled tummy after a long time.
It was a sunday morning the kid laughed in pleasure.Parents were looking at him as he was more happy than when he got the ice cream of his favourite flavour.He pointed to the red smelly corpse of the rat and said with an ultimate pleasure to his dad that..yes we won.we got him.Father was also happy that it was the proud moment infront of the family.as he catch the one who was a toture for so long.
Corpse of the rat still had a smiling face.thanking the family for giving him the tastiest food ever in his life.
And they thrown it away from the wall to the dust bin.
The boy wanted to see another one and again put the piece of poisoned cheese.He liked the smell of the corpse… smell of the win.
And all of the family slept with the proud of the day.
And he found himself within the shades of thou….,
Thy mysterious frons that converge Him
to the swirls of surge,
To the glimmering tracks of the
To the unshatered love of his flout ticker..,which couldn’t find its extant…
To reach the mystific orbit of your heart….
spring of avows From the autumn of lies…
life was never enough for anyone
A begger wanted few coins to fill his hunger
while a millionaire wanted few moments of peace within
a jobless wanted a job to be proud of an employee wanted oneday off to get away his stress
a loving couple always worried about their future together while a single man was really sad for his loneliness
the child wanted to be an artist to paint the world while the artist was conscious about that little imperfection in his creation
life was never enough for anyone every one wanted more than they got more than they made
There may be someone who dreams less than us…lesss than we already are do them the favour as much as we could and do pave your stones through the happiness you gets from
do enough to make your heart fill…
I wanna feel…. i wanna feel how the stars blooms at night
i wanna feel… i wanna feel how the sea stains it’s shore
i wanna feel… i wanna feel how’s the
birds tunes their wings
i wanna feel… i wanna feel how mist burst out of cloud
i wanna feel… i wanna feel how you
feels for my love
I don’t ever regret in my life
everything i done was the most suitable at that particular moment
and every moment in our life is the decisions we make upon the situations…
it’s the experiences that makes our decisions…
eventually those turns to memories and if the memories are bitter one should make his life sweeter…
He was alone at that night while looking up to the sky counting the stars as much as he wanted…he suddenly looked backward ….
the wind was so near to him but never touched.
it had a story to tell him the story of wisdom…
wind guided him how to attain
the ultimate wisdom it was a secret and he was instructed not to tell anyone that wisdom happens at the final failiure
then he started to fail again and again…but as much as he tried he doesn’t came across of the failiure and everything was a win…
he tried hard to find the failiure everywhere… atlast he failed in the search of failure.
and at that point where he got to know his final failiure he attained his wisdom…wisdom of life that there is no failiure and success but everything is the self within and it’s the ultimate wisdom.
നീ വിടർന്നിടും ചില്ലയായ് തീർന്നിടാം
നീ വിയർക്കയിൽ കാറ്റായി വീശിടാം നിനക്കു തണലേകാൻ ഇലയായ് തളിർത്തിടാം മധുരം നുകരുവാൻ ശലഭമായ് വന്നിടാം വാടുന്ന മാത്രയിൽ മഴയായ് ഉണർത്തിടാം ഞെട്ടറ്റു വീഴുമ്പോൾ മണ്ണായി മാറിടാം മറ്റൊരു ജന്മത്തിൽ വീണ്ടും ജനിച്ചിടാം…
We can just go back
back to where we started everything
we can retake all the pictures of our life once again
we can explore ourselves more
to build our soul together
the everlasting everloving soul
the soul of happiness
the soul of our dreams…..