Can we say the truth?

Is truth around?
If it is, can we see it?
If we can see, can we speak of it?
If we speak, will we be spared?
If we are spared, will we speak truth again?
If we speak again, will we be spared?
If we are not spared, will we be killed?
If we are killed, will truth be seen?
If truth is seen, will it be spoken of?
If it is spoken of, will the speaker be spared?

And finally, I realize that I am sufficiently mad!
And that my brain breaks down...
For truth is so beautiful that no one wants to see or hear it...
Those who saw are no more...
Those who heard are no more...
Those who spoke are done away with...

That is why we have lot of crosses around...

The Man there...

മരണം ജീവിതത്തോട് ഏറ്റവും അടുത്ത് നില്‍ക്കുന്ന സമയം! 
ആത്മസംഖര്‍ഷം, പ്രാണവേദന, തിരിച്ചറിവ്, തീരുമാനങ്ങള്‍...
എത്ര ആലോചിച്ചിട്ടും  പിടികിട്ടാത്ത ചില കാര്യങ്ങള്‍...
മരണത്തിലേക്ക് നടന്നടുക്കുമ്പോള്‍ മനസ്സില്‍ എന്തായിരിക്കും? 
ഉറച്ച തീരുമാനങ്ങള്‍ മാറുമോ? അതോ വീണ്ടും ഉറയ്ക്കുമോ? 
മരണം തരുന്നത് എന്താണ്? ശക്തി? ദൌര്‍ബല്യം? 


അതുകൊണ്ടാണ് ആ മരവും അതിലെ മനുഷ്യനും എന്നും എന്നെ അത്ഭുതപ്പെടുത്തുന്നത്... 

The Draining Tree

The tree that I look for is a rootless one.
Ruthless death and pain clung to it.
Dead and dry, it looks what it shouldn't be like

Beginning always had and end in history.
But some ends have no beginnings,
Like the tree that I looked for...

Standing alone on a misty hilltop, The Tree
Talks to me in sighs and silence,
Only to make me more than miserable.

When life drained humanity's veins,
Tree rose in there, just like a sign.
And it was just like a sigh.

Look close, see a death hanging over.
A story looms, a smile lingers..
Over there, I dithered like a piece of sponge

Knowing is one thing, feeling is another.
I felt life draining into me...
As the tree dissolved in misty foggy skies.

"This good friday, I am with myself..."

truth

remembrance

Nostalgia...

Love

Blessed are you who are able to bring tears into your friend's eyes.
If your memory makes one shed a drop of tear and spare a moment of adoration, you are blessed indeed.
Never in life do ignore a smile from a friend.
Be sure it will work miracles sometime in your life.
When people remember you later, they wont remember you for the money you spent for them. Remembrance is for the amount of time you spared to care for her/him.
Life is not very long to expect a next time for everything. Take the opportunity and be a friend.
Love is like rain. It falls only when there are clouds. And it soaks the land and makes life miserable. Yet is helps germination. Life springs after rain.
Love is like that.
It is painful. Yet is fulfilling. It gives hope. It makes your moments of expectation longer than ages. Yet it sweetens your loneliness and lessens sufferings.
Love.
This is the shortest sentence with the longest and the largest and the greatest ideal hidden in it.

Blessed are you my friend... because I weep on you.
Love.
That is what you gave me.
Love.
Though silent, that is what I have for you...