പ്രളയം
പട്ടിണിയും പരിവട്ടവും,
വരിഞ്ഞു മുറുക്കുന്ന നിറ വയറും.
കുഴിച്ചു മൂടിയ ആഗ്രഹങ്ങൾ
വീര്യമേറും ലഹരിയായ് മോന്തിടുന്നു.
ആറടി മണ്ണിൽ അന്തിയുറക്കുവാൻ
ഈരടി പാട്ടുമായ് നീ വരുമ്പോൾ,
എന്നോ മറന്നൊരു ഇരുചക്രോപാദിക്കായ്
എവിടെയോ പാറി പറക്കുന്നു ഞാൻ...
The Cool Joker
"So, what's your excuse this time?" "This time, I won't deny that I didn't study. I just couldn't." The rusty fan came alive, making that weird noise - like it was laughing at me. Did i just make another joke? "Oh, you dare say that straight to my face? Tell me honestly, when did you sleep yesterday." "Past 4" "And woke up at?" "6:45..." "Do you take this as a comedy? And just how can you still stand he...." Interrupting the speech: Habit. It's been like this for nearly 4-5 years. Well, specifically, after that. And yes, i do feel sleepy - most of the time. I feel it in my bones and tiny fragments... that i need a life that's not this complex. Lost to express my feelings, always angry, devastated, tired, depressed, worried and God knows what else. And those few hours of sleep don't even feel like i own that sh*t anymore. Yeah, i was awake - my mind, at least. Felt like my body...
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