tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67570840190706366032012-01-25T10:59:56.631+05:30"Words flow when there is an emotional exuberance or a mental tightening. What ever the feel, My love is poetry and its the mirror I look myself at"Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.comBlogger891100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-74886685361745794172012-01-25T10:55:00.002+05:302012-01-25T10:59:56.639+05:30<p class="MsoNormal">My mind is scorched, and dry in this</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Unbeaten heat, so parched </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And cracked, breaking through </p> <p class="MsoNormal">My veins intact. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And it is tight and pressure just</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Heaving up and raising high, </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And a sense of breathlessness is engulfing me </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So much twisting my neck, so hard.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The breeze once so cool, shriveled and </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Chill, now it beats on my face,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So sharp, the coolness is only a feel of numbness,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A feel? No, sans-feel…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The flowers only stood so still and </p> <p class="MsoNormal">They no longer swayed or danced, smiled,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Or sang their once so beautiful songs</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For me, now in this midst of unearthing solitude…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A sense of fear, so chilling, as though </p> <p class="MsoNormal">A prickly ice point sliding through my veins</p> <p class="MsoNormal">With the coolness to melt, yet with the </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sharpness to wound me and pacify with the cold…</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This phase, just glaring onto my face, </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And the mockery of those dolls in front of me, </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I look at them and they at me, I stay motionless, </p> <p class="MsoNormal">numb, and they, they laugh their clown-ly laughter at me… </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-7488668536174579417?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-71256320894052268902011-11-24T10:38:00.003+05:302011-11-25T12:29:37.407+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">I’ll write this poem of love for you, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">My incandescent lamp, that you <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Glow with every passing moment, into <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">The avenue that is sweet laden and so sober <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">I’ll write this poem of love for you, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">My breath of life, that you <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Engulf me with passion, so dear and <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Enduring in my smooth and sometimes rocky road <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">I’ll write this poem of love for you, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">My sugar candy, that you <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Pamper me and my life with all <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Adoration, in my path of life and eternity<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">I’ll write this poem of love for you, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">My companion, that you<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Walk with me in every step, and smoothen<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">My journey to live my everlasting life with you <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">I’ll write this poem of love for you,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">My dear, that you<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Rekindle every moment to keep me at pace<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">To help me relive the aroma of the beautiful life showered on me…<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-7125632089405226890?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-32506297423848285032011-10-25T15:48:00.001+05:302011-10-25T15:48:31.287+05:30When I look into your eyes, so deep and blue,<br />I see heavens unfolding and the deep sea,<br />So calm and silent, and peaceful, just pacing itself<br />To look at me, into mine, with the twinkle so dear and elating<br /><br />It feels like the essence of a drop of water that fell drop<br />From the rose petal, so red and sweet, and<br />It fell onto my lips that was drenched so dry, only to wet it<br />With the honey biting sweetness that it held in that drop…<br /><br />Ahead of me there is a road, where I see my hand held<br />So tight with yours and the shoulder that I lean on so firm<br />Like the strands on a peacock feather, so beautiful,<br />and more beautiful as the rain dances on…<br /><br />When I look into your eyes, so deep and blue<br />I see the depths of the emotion that you have for me,<br />And every second when I hold myself to you,<br />The eyes that I see seem like the feathers of my angel cuddling me safe…<br /><br />This elation that you make me feel,<br />A sense of exuberance into the multitude of happiness<br />I feel as though my head is floating, in the heaven on earth,<br />Being in your arms of, the guardian of my life, the angel, you,<br />The angel of my life…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-3250629742384828503?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-53991840838939474002011-10-16T10:52:00.003+05:302011-10-16T10:55:54.500+05:30<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">And the string broke, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Leaving the note unfinished and half-sung…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">So beautiful was the song that was playing<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">That every ear wanted to hear more of it and enjoy the bliss<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">And it sung into higher peaks and sometimes went low, but <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">It always kept singing, as though it would never end…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">And I was floating in that slenderness feeling overwhelmed<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Yet everything was just to fall and break like a brittle glass…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">And the pieces scattered so wide and away <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">And I walked over it, only for my feet to bleed and fill the floor with <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">My passion of love, red,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">It slaughtered into the depths of pain that my mind could hold <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Repetition was just repeating, and I never got the answer to <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Why only pain was following me, bereavement, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">I wished the song could replay…replay in my ears till I die…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Alas, the string is broken, yet an unsung song, may it replay…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p></span><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-5399184083893947400?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-54674643817918839232011-10-04T19:40:00.005+05:302011-10-04T20:54:07.115+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">She came just like a drizzle on a summer morn,</p><span class="Apple-style-span"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">to soggen me, the parched and dry.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">Her eyes would drip honey dew like<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">some very sweet song I was waiting to hear.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">And her song would engulf me into a stance of unending joy, <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">colourless and subtle.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">Her words just spoke about togetherness, where I was there throughout<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">In every utterance she made and my ears just longed to listen to Her, <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">her magic in the voice she gave just that way she joined my Odyssey <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">into the journey of eternal love<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">and my minds hands gently held hers firm promising <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">never to let go of the angel.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">She never lamented over anything uneasy,<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">her eyes only twinkled with love that seemed never ending.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">Her movements and pace just kept me smiling, only until a disturbing<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">knot began to strangle us together.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">The bonds that bound were too hard to break<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">and I was motionless in that multitude of emotions.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">I saw her weep in the depths of her sorrows where her heart was aching<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">as though it was smothered<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">I just stood stone like, in between my life, myself and her<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">and in the distance I saw, I saw her walk away,<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">Alas! leaving my journey of eternal love, Alas! leaving...my odyssey..<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span> </span><o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; color:black;background:white"> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; color:black;background:white"> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-5467464381791883923?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-64881963095816833062011-10-04T12:32:00.005+05:302011-10-04T20:53:24.158+05:30<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">The street that lay in front of me, lay stretched </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">Into a foray of dreams that seemed unreasonable </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">And then the twinkling sparkles of thoughts </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">Dwindled within to tell me those dreams may be real.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">In the wake of the hour when all seemed blue and hazy <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p>In my vision, when all the things I could see only blurred and faded </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">Into some distance that I could not see<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p>And then went away into a diminishing street that lay in front of me</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">Some thoughts that crossed my mind were just so reassuring<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">And some were pricking like thorns inside.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">It was another myriad of a dream that seemed </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">Shaky and unreal, yet a hope that remained so tight inside<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">There was no one in sight in front, </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">The street that I was travelling suddenly became empty and </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">I walked alone with no one beside, and it was like a trance,<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p>a state that I never wanted to feel, yet I was forced to undergo.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p></p></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-6488196309581683306?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-91815161460141838812011-10-02T13:14:00.001+05:302011-10-02T13:15:31.891+05:30In this sunny bright morning,<br />When the rays of the sun just drop into my room through the<br />Panelled window on my left,<br />I can see sprinkles of colourful dust falling through them…<br /><br />And the slight breeze, warm and stroking me with the slight heat<br />I feel like a floating petal on the bowl filled with water<br />The coolness beneath me makes me even happier in this breezy day<br />The breezy day of the heated sun<br /><br />As I see a chilled glass of extracts, so sugary and sweet<br />And waiting to be gulped by me,<br />The tongue tingling juice just drips into me and I take it in<br />Feeling so overwhelmed and enthusiastic of the coolness that is spread in me<br /><br />And the sun, just doesn’t seem to hide away,<br />He just shows how much he wants to be here, just be with<br />And not leave, and there he gives all that he can<br />In full amounts, just bright, skin scorching heat…but, that in his eyes, affection!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-9181516146014183881?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-48602818264452890532011-09-20T20:07:00.012+05:302011-10-02T13:24:23.468+05:30<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; ">Even when the bond of love held me so tight<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">And tangled itself into a knot that seemed unbreakable,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">And I felt as though the ultimatum of my life had reached,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Silent prayers yet were chanted for a fear that lay instilled. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Wasn’t expected to strike so hard and right into my heart,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Like a piercing arrow just digging deep and splurging out the red, red blood<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">And I felt as though my heart could absorb no more<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">And it heated up so high, only to melt away into nothingness. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Just feels as though the triumph to end up on a happy note,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Was just not mellowing into a peaceful river, and it felt as though <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">more prickly stones were thrown and thrown only to strike me so hard<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">and still so beaten, so soggy in the tears that dripped down my eyes , a hope still remains. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">As saturated as one can get, where no more can be absorbed, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">Everything else just seems to hit the periphery and bounce back into ether, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">And my heart overflows, and tumbles, broken, and it weeps to find no ending, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;">And yet, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 6pt; "><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; ">I wear the mask of happiness, just smiling away into the deeper depths of painful sadness. <b><o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 19px; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span> </span></span></p></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:13.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span> </span></span></p><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><p></p></span><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18px; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "> </span></p></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span> </span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-4860281826445289053?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-24127121719856770122011-09-15T20:33:00.000+05:302011-09-15T20:34:21.768+05:30I can feel the ecstasy of your breath,<br />Just so close to myself, as though the fog<br />Gently dripping into the misty dream of sweet love<br />Your hands so firm in mine, and held with a grip<br />That promises it all,<br /><br />In the showery evening, when the rain drops gently fall<br />Beside me, as though wanting me to drench myself into you,<br />And when we lither into the depths of an unending bond,<br />Holding us so tight and binding us with the chains of emotions, so secure<br />That no breaks can break the relationship we share.<br /><br />I can feel the smothering exuberance of plentiful love,<br />Just surrounding me and drifting through the days of my life<br />And giving it a meaning it never had, making me smile everyday,<br />And I feel speechless, when we are so secure with ourselves,<br />In this sweet laden life, of delicacies, fragrance, honey and love.<br /><br />Love, like it never was, overpowering the self that I had,<br />Into a multitude of dreams, once forecasted, sometimes forgotten<br />Often wanted to be remembered…<br />Now it all just comes into this array of never ending sweetness,<br />And I want to float like this, seamlessly, never wanting to let go,<br />Let go of you…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-2412712171985677012?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-82837254515768793632011-09-07T21:22:00.000+05:302011-09-07T21:23:17.834+05:30In the zenith of untold mysteries,<br />As the smoke and fumes rise high above<br />And whisk away into the eternal rays<br />Where the light streaks and peeping colours mix into a dangle<br /><br />I float on the ethereal sun,<br />The zone where everything seems so vivid and<br />Haze-free and where many mysteries untold,<br />Unfolds into reality and truth not foreseen.<br /><br />I can see many tears around me weeping<br />And wiping away little drops of sadness<br />Into the multitude of dreams and lost hopes<br />I can feel myself still lost and expecting…<br /><br />This zone where everything seems endless and possible,<br />My dream and fragrant sorrows,<br />Sometimes float through myself<br />As though hiding away behind a transparent mask…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-8283725451576879363?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-5621571069569115142011-08-21T19:59:00.000+05:302011-08-21T20:00:27.730+05:30As the fragrance spread through the mildest stroke <br />Of wind that passed by my side, <br />I heard the chisel sound of her bangle, slightly dangle <br />Near my ear, so sweet a song that kept ringing on and on… <br /> <br />And then her voice whispered slight chants of melody <br />Which spoke like a fragrant lily waiting to drip a drop of honey <br />On the pathway, down the lane that was spread with <br />Rose petals, many a colour, red, yellow, pink, and white… <br /> <br />When her hands just crept on to mine, I could notice, <br />As I gazed into her eyes, which told me stories many, <br />That her eyes smiled, and chanted few words that only souls could hear <br />Into a sea of eternity, endless, deep and manifold. <br /> <br />And then, it echoed in my ears, that she was my Lily, <br />the flower that bloomed in my life, and which stayed afresh <br />like a sinking fragrance that sank into the depths of my soul <br />slowly engulfing me into an aroma that sweetened drip by drip <br />in this sweet laden gift, called life, through which I live now, everyday… <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-562157106956911514?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-84589565932373103712011-04-05T09:36:00.002+05:302011-04-05T09:40:45.571+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt">Beyond the mesh, of unprecedented lives, and parallel hopes,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">A longing that wanted to be, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">To hold close to heart forever, when vowed, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Circumstances, had then foreseen the happiness to not to follow.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">And then in the mesh of different thoughts, and different life cycles, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Where every human thought is linked with the other, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">A deliberate yet silent attempt to bring the future into my hands,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">And then the aura of commonness and togetherness took shape.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">When the universe just acted in favour, like wishes being granted for granted, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The frequency of thinking and the bond of understanding, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Just sped into like a virus leading to an epidemic<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Only to realize, in the forerun, that indeed, an epidemic is a disaster.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Why when all the chains in the mesh were linked so beautifully, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Some didn’t behold the strength, some were coated with beliefs and superstitions, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">And those just dominated, to rust away the bond, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">and the chain of sudden coincidence was just broken down, alas! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">As all the events have a happier ending, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The better end was sought for, where no-one was to be seen upset,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Though the prick lay, wounded, the happiness took a turn<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">To make a consolation, where happiness had to be deliberate, yet from within. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-8458956593237310371?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-88114588896487871932011-03-28T15:21:00.002+05:302011-03-28T15:22:59.056+05:30<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The orangish tinge of lime fruits in the orchard<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Tripped through my tongue tip,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Like a streak of bitter-sweet-sour thought just taking a <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Glimpse through my wandering mind.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">And the morning, an unusual dew filled the air,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Engulfing the space with a snowy coolness, and a gush <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Of mild wind just stroking my hair like someone<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Patting me down to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Somehow, time did not want to move, and pace forward<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">To see a pricking summer noon, and it stood still<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">In the morning dew, not wanting to drip the coolness in the air, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Like a child clinging on to his mother’s hand, not letting her go.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The mist in the air, once again swept the fragrance, and <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I smiled at its happiness and joy, like an unexpected visitor <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">On a summer day, somehow, I wanting the summer mist to stay,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US">and not sway away and melt into the scorch of the heat, of the summer sun. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-8811458889648787193?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-33147284862646113852010-10-19T16:53:00.007+05:302010-10-19T17:16:33.278+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size: medium;"><b></b></span></p><b><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b></b></span></p><b><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; display: inline !important; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >There is a hallow of air around me,</span></span></p></b><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >and moisture filled atmosphere,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >through which I breathe and feel <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >a mellowness of coolness, pampering <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >cuddling like a soft pillow on me, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The coolness seeps into me like a soft <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sponge filled with sugary sweetness.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Streaks of light, fluorescent and colourful <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Purple, orange and blue,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Flickered through my eyelids<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And then there was transition of phase,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And lapse in time...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Two drops of tears fell onto my hand,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And wept through the lines of fate<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I held your hand tight<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >the variant lines of fate joined and cracked <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >as though in fortune and wrinkled.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >On the road ahead there were boulders and rocks,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Stones and pebbles<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And our lines of fate became stronger, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A suffocation of dependence and then tears again...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Pelted down as though you couldn’t let go...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Then the lights streaked again and there was transition<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And change in the path well lain, but tough to climb<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >We climbed, searching a new destination,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >On the peaked mountain, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I remember whispering these words,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Assuring... <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“There might be boulders and stones <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >that roll over from the cliff, <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >but I will hold you firm throughout the journey <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >making sure you don't slip a step”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And once again the transient lights flickered,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >now waking me up into a confused state,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >heavy, yet light, in a state of frenzy, cool,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >lightened emotions...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Transience, towards the future, a dream...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >No...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The reality forecasted...</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></b></p></b><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-3314728486264611385?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-6278671383091519462010-08-29T19:25:00.003+05:302010-10-20T10:23:04.768+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The magnitude of thoughts<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That randomly swings through my mind<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When the aura around me is silent,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And the space around me is vacant.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The vacuum that engulfs the speed of <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thinking, as the emotions rotate<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In a motion that is constant, but sometimes <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Confused in its own state</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A realisation of freedom, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sudden from thoughts to actions, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some strings that were tangled up<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just set loose, in a floating mind</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some sounds of inner thoughts, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Longed for the present day<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And no one regrets to have this say<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To let loose the barriers that confronted once</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When the world outside is still the same<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A different view to view the same, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It is happiness and liberation <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Which makes my thoughts go insane </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As words just overflow, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">adhering to my passion’s pace<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the aura from within cannot stop, but smile <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and enrapture itself into the glory of my existence...</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-627867138309151946?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-55703724475169098552010-08-29T19:23:00.002+05:302010-10-20T10:20:40.358+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><b><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As I stepped out to a newer world<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Where everything around me seemed alien,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Something that I hoped for, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wished and waited long for<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the multitude of happiness <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That surrounded me, in the forms<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of joyous faces, and clattering voices<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Every time my heart sank into the <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ponds of happiness and departure<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A feel of letting go,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But that which will come back to me<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A sense that I don’t feel like giving up<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As I see the faces, those with me since long<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sudden distance, but that would only<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Make me closer to them,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I feel the happiness and pain together, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When to see those faces again, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wait for the time they would come again<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the alien world I am right now, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Would stagnate in its ways of life, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Which I know I should get used to,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As I travel a phase of life from where I was <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To a newer world where I should belong to...<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right"><span style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;font-family:&quot;;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-5570372447516909855?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-58003545722813011812010-08-29T19:20:00.003+05:302010-10-20T10:20:52.309+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sandal fragrance engulfs the space<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I call home, where laughter and smiles<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ponder from one face to another,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And the bangles variant in colour<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jingle, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Chime, and sparkle in the yellow light<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The children run hitherto <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Blooming in their new attires <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With glistening eyes and twinkling smiles<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And the home glows with brightness<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sings, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dances, and move in the mood of happiness<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The bride await in colours <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Orange, red, and shades of elegancy<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">With the smile that blinks inner joy <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And gracefully talks with random thoughts<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hopes,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Expects, and await the lovely day forthcoming<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The home is then an Eden<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That is filled with overflowing joy <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And happiness unbound <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It is a beginning of a new life, to<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Travel, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bridge closer and live to entirety.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:right"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-5800354572281301181?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-34973826946403758062010-08-28T22:04:00.004+05:302010-10-20T10:21:04.808+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Entangled in the strings that bound the thinking</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Leaving no space for free thought<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Suffocation within the mindsets of people<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Deriving happiness within the walls of existence<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Covered, protected and resistant to break open<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">To see the brightness in the world outside<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The slimy layer that covers the eye lid<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Blurs the vision of existing mankind<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The meaning of living in a delectate world <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Within the happiness that is masked <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The world seems to have lost the chime <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">To smile with an open heart<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">An open heart seems to be just a phrase<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The widening of the economy shrinks<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">As our people still live in a cocoon<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Cocooned in the protective layer<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Not able to withstand the subsistence of their fellow beings <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Trying to build walls and bridges across,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">To keep away happiness at the doorstep <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And encourage the happiness inside the cocoon.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-3497382694640375806?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-32724586963820993692010-04-25T12:04:00.004+05:302010-10-20T10:21:23.072+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">The years that went past me are now memories</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">Memories down the lane that are now bygone </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">Into the threshold of dried leaves and forgotten sonnets</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">The notes those when played then, had the right tunes</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">and...</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">then the strings broke and the tunes died</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">and...</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">there was a silence, like the one that spoke no words</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">but suffocated to speak a lot</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">and then went days when it was understood </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">and sometimes forgotten.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">And...</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">then it started to pour</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">and drizzle not in the land, </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">but in my mind...it began raining heavily </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">its not a melancholy that I hear now</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">its a sweeter one...a sweeter sonnet</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">the rains sung in their beauty </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">and for once the melancholy is not heard</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">the sparkle has entered</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">and the forgotten sonnet is still forgotten</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">and I have a new note that sings </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">merry and joy and love which will not be bygone</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">down my memory lane... </span></span></p> <p class="ListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-left:2.25in;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:normal;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-3272458696382099369?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-6805623635704906312010-04-07T22:36:00.004+05:302010-11-19T23:25:57.300+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Dedicated to Thiruvananthapuram :)</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span">The fervour of the earthy soil</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">Smudging softly through my skin</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">The splatter, the twinkle, and the softness</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">Of the breeze, flowing from the east,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">The fervour of the sun’s rays</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">Lighting my hair ends, sparkling</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">The smell which seeps into my lungs</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">And brings the inner joy </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">The widening of the joy in my lips </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">And the drop of rain on my eyelid</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">The fervour of the rhythmic anklet</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">Which I had once forsaken</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">And the screeches of the little creature </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">Outside my window,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">The fervour of the delicacies </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">Melting in my mouth,</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">Home it is, the heaven of peace I had longed, </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">Through the crowd and thickness of time</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">When sometimes, I forgot to look into the self mirror</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">To peep into what I am, what I was going through</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">This moment, had been longed</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">And the fervour, pure entirety</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">Will live, </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-IN"><span class="Apple-style-span">Long.</span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-680562363570490631?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-45514814696325525152010-04-04T01:03:00.005+05:302010-10-20T10:21:50.422+05:30<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">There is a dark room</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">I stand drenched, soaked</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">I tap through the darkness music, void</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">I can hear the voice, not mine, not yours,</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">but a dead tone.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">There is a way to drift away in thoughts, </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Soaked, soggy, salted sweet.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">The scars that my nails bore into your skin</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">The blood which stained your wear,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Forever, </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">How long can you go blind?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Like the dark room you can see,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">But you close your eyes tight,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">And walk to hit wrong walls, </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Your wear stained</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">I can hear those words,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Deceptive, I may put it as one,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">In that dark room, I still can </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Hear void music, </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Deceptive. </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-4551481469632552515?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-78173540029266409542010-03-05T20:22:00.004+05:302010-10-20T10:22:04.544+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">One among the many factors that I don’t understand of the human mind is;<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">‘The reasoning it gives for the happiness derived from causes that are material but peripheral in nature’.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Let me try to explain this statement with an example. Take into consideration that there is a brightly lit blue coloured glass on a table that is filled with a sparkling liquid [Note: The liquid here is poison]. The aura around the glass is such that one can’t stop looking at it. The factors that tempt one to keep staring at the glass are the colour, the shape, the gloss, the shine and the sparkle in the liquid. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The human mind is so tempted to drink that liquid in the glass only because of the peripheral aura that it creates. The sub conscious mind very well knows that the liquid in it is poison and the end result would be death. Now, in this situation, the mind decides not to take that liquid but the feeling that the entire package looks nice still persists. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style=" line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I hope I was able to make my point clear. It is so difficult to relate to what the mind thinks at times. And the human mind is the most self defensive tool that it finds reasons for everything that it does. </span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-7817354002926640954?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-20465492090622129442010-03-02T15:30:00.003+05:302010-10-20T10:22:18.636+05:30<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I walk on crossed roads</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">With petals many, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Some green, some yellow </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And some a mid mix</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">There are footsteps that tap,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Some fast, some slow,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Some confused and random</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I walk on crossed roads,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I can hear people talk,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Some loud, some whisper,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Few it seems like they’ve fallen in love...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I walk alone,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I drift, I sail, I hum,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Random thoughts pass,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Some fast, some slow, some waver,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Along with the mood</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I walk on crossed roads</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I drift, I sail, I hum...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-2046549209062212944?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-57358843995773415242010-02-05T17:55:00.006+05:302010-10-20T10:22:36.331+05:30<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><b><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">As the rusty cabins where the soul is held</span></span></span></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Gripped and chained like breathless birds<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">A voice that seems choked and dry<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Tries to scream out its words, heavy, but creaked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">As the solemn woods dark and deep<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Lay unearthed in the wet soil<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The creek sounds of the beetles and hoppers <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Streak through the silence in the darkened mellow.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">As silence engulfs and suffocates the ears<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">The creaks that are feeble are heard in fear<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Those arms try to break the chains <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And burst out into the world of ignorance.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">A streak of hope within the soul<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">That is left empty to be filled in full<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"><span lang="EN-IN" style="line-height:115%;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><span class="Apple-style-span" 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</div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">on the roads of the paths of rain,</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">a feeling of love and romance scaled</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">followed by the autumn of falling hopes</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">and winter of emotions numb..."</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Emotion is one of the guiding factors that determine the actions that a person does. What is emotion? It is in a way the way in which we perceive something. Emotions are feelings that engulf us in different ways. They change and vary within us like seasons in a year. In a way seasons and emotions are closely related. There are certain factors that cause an emotion to act in particular ways. If we try to gather together the various emotions that practically co-exists with us; to name a few, Anger, Love, Sympathy, Fear, Indifference, isolation, depression, joy, enlightenment etc, we can at some point of time relate it to varying seasons. The emotions can of course override us in situations of extremities, but at a basic level, the common emotions that are dominant in us given particular situations may act the same for many people. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Now, close your eyes and take a walk with me. Visualise a stroll along the road that is filled with yellow flowers on both the sides. And allow all the five seasons; Summer, Spring, Monsoon, Winter and Autumn walk along with you…</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Summer is usually characterised as Sunny, Bright and Hot. Summer reflects the emotions anger, annoyance, irritation and the like. Taking a walk along a summer road would seem really irritating as the heat of the sun can practically pierce into your skin. However happy one may try to keep oneself, the heat that surges into the body will at a point keep the mind disturbed. With the summers the longing for the Spring blooms in our minds. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Now, a freshening thought about the freshening season ahead would give an internal rush of happiness and joy. Spring can be made to ensemble with the bright colors like yellow, green and colors of joy. Often during spring you may feel to just stroll around your favorite spaces. The same road that you walked during summer would seem brighter and filled with joy. Sometimes it is possible for a really unhappy person to suddenly feel happy. That is the power of season and what nature can offer us with. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">The Monsoons have a mixed emotional behavior. It can make a person entirely joyous as though floating in the air and on the other hand, it can make him feel really depressed and sober. Sometimes, the reasons as to sudden sadness or happiness or any kind of emotional shift cannot be traced. The seasons and the atmosphere that you are in will have an influence on it. The pelting down of raindrops down my windowpane was one factor that I disliked once. It sometimes endured in me a pain that I wanted to get rid of. But, at times rain has made me happy and a surge of happiness engulfed me. The feeling of coolness runs parallel with the emotion of love and romance. An overdose of coolness would put us in winter. Winter relates to a feeling of numbness and immobility. The laziness in us awakens in the winter. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">The next emotion that haunts us is grief and passing away of joy. The sight of falling leaves will leave us with a thought of passing memories. The falling leaves can be thought of as a reminder to a new and more pleasant event that may be coming up. The feeling of loss and failure will be over ridden with the feeling of hope in that case. </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">At times emotions can act weird with us. There can be a mix of many of them together. One may find oneself in s difficult situation to understand oneself. We are all, unconsciously, people who are guided with the foreplay of emotions. As I said earlier it co-exists with us. Like the passing of the seasons in our life, the emotions would come in and go out leaving a stance every time it makes an entry and an exit.<span style=""> </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-9213800251316403718?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-13033844353426774572009-11-07T17:49:00.009+05:302010-09-03T12:49:49.812+05:30<div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I had been away from this city since the past five months; precisely four months and 26 days. Life in my host city now is way different when compared to my home land. Now, it’s been two weeks since I’ve been here at the heart of Trivandrum and what say….! I am falling in love with it all over again…Absolutely! Trivandrum when drenched in the rain that pours slightly almost everyday now, is like a rose flower that got drizzled. </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I haven’t seen more than one movie having been in Bangalore the past few months. The fact that a movie ticket costs almost Rs. 120 keeps me away from the theatres. The less expensive entertainment that Trivandrum provides us, with the warmth and caress of a dear one, makes one feel more close to home. I saw the movie ‘Swa Le’ just now. The movie was dragging in between, however, it has got a sweet ending. Somehow, after the movie when I got out of the theatre, the breeze gave a sudden gush of happiness inside me. And such happiness happens only when you totally love something. </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Some thoughts that are running past my mind now…;<br /></span></span></div><ul><li><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The hot teas that you get at the road side…nothing can taste better and make you feel better than that on a rainy evening.<br /></span></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The cinema posters that I saw around and still see around, all looked so alien to me the past week. I felt as though I have totally lost touch with this place. But now, all of them are becoming familiar.<br /></span></span></div></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The sight of your mother-tongue being displayed on the boards; yes, that also makes me feel so at home.</span></span><div align="justify"></div></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Meeting up with old friends....it feels like you are a kid once again..! :) </span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Sometimes, a short walk in the rain through the super clean and sometimes really filthy roads would give me a feel to enjoy the blacks and whites of the city and of life.</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And yes, the transport. How I missed the ‘meter system’ and the K.S.R.T.C buses. A crowded bus on a busy day can be fun if you make yourself happy inside it. I had a fun ride once on my way back home.</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Home made food- it is one of the many factors that keep driving me back home often. Nothing can beat the delicacies at home.</span></span></li></ul><p align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">After five months from June 11th 2009, Thiruvananthapuram still looks the same except for few changes like the progression of the bridge construction at Bakery Junction, the lawn now totally green and beautiful at Palayam and the slight changes in the bus routes. </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br />All together this city has given me a threshold of memories and places that I keep thinking of to get back to. And often I’ve felt that it is this longing to get back to somewhere you love is one among the factors that keeps life going on. It might me a place or a person or an incident, a moment; let free what it might be, but a hope of happiness at the other end of your life keeps the inner you joyous and glee with enthusiasm.</span></span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Once again let me say my heart out… </span></span></p><p align="justify"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I am Falling In Love…with Trivandrum…all over again…Absolutely…</span></span></span> </em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-1303384435342677457?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-40002913218946054022009-10-05T22:26:00.001+05:302010-09-03T12:50:54.764+05:30<em><br />[Dedicated to all the newly married]</em><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">As life takes it turn to churn the pleasure<br />Of its magnificence<br />While we travel through the<br />roads of mixed emotions,<br />I’ll tie the knot around you<br />Bonding us for the rest of our lives,<br />And I’ll walk you along the<br />path of togetherness<br />Holding your hands throughout<br />Ensuring my presence always<br />To befriend you wherever you go<br />I’ll wish to stay with you all through my life<br />When this day becomes<br />beautiful in its own way,<br />With the memories that we’ll keep enclosed<br />in our sweet box of secrets,<br />I’ll whisper the words ‘I’ll be there for you’<br />A silent oath we’d share<br />To live our lives in happiness...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-4000291321894605402?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-32641147601268555832009-09-29T12:00:00.001+05:302009-10-05T22:31:56.220+05:30When I walked through the road<br />that bound not end,<br />That cast me the shadow of me in them<br />On the sides when the beetles creaked its sounds<br />And when no breeze blew to sway my hair,<br />The yellowy light that to and fro-d<br />The calmness of the night<br />that walked me through<br />A little thought into the minds avenue<br />Of the days passed through the busy ends<br />Of life and myth and many more mysteries to unfurl<br />Like the beats of the table I hear away<br />Life takes its beat in its plaintive way...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-3264114760126855583?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-29018637278400792182009-09-20T15:56:00.000+05:302009-09-20T15:57:03.251+05:30Like a dampening sponge of heaviness,<br />The moments I thought of drenched through<br />So I decided to be silent like a dead storm<br />My silence does not mean that I do not exist…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-2901863727840079218?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-32463630721190432242009-07-29T15:01:00.002+05:302009-08-02T19:43:54.648+05:30<div align="justify">I was just taking a stroll through the corner of my mind with my friend Gautham and came across some ideas that I wanted to think more about and would like you to think about too. After reading this post, I would like you to sit back and find the answer to a question I would ask at the end.<br /><br />“Our mind is a unique combination of thoughts, feelings, facts, interpretations, imagination, creations, innovativeness, tactics, ideas and a wide range of similar aspects. These aspects when looked closer fall under the genre of ‘invisible features’ that are present in our day to day life. The mind is in a way an ‘invisible being’ that lives with us. The decisions that we make are the processed results of the minds activity. It conditions itself to certain tactics and rules from the very beginning of our growing period. A person behaves in a particular way in a particular situation by applying the various rules the mind has kept set. Sometimes mistakes are committed knowingly. In such a case, the mind warns the individual that it is doing a mistake, yet the person indulges himself/herself in the act. In a way, the mind is the machine that is capable of solving the problem it creates in the most apt way. Once it realises the mistake, if one takes an effort to correct it or at the least regret, the act would be ‘forgiven’ by one’s self. That is the self defence that the mind gives to its owner.<br /><br />Ones identity depends on the way he/she portrays himself/herself in the milieu of others. An individual who has complete control of mind would never have an identity crisis within himself/herself. It is most important for one to be true to the self. At the end of a day when you lie down on your bed, ask your conscience who you are. If the acts that you did in the short span of your life suddenly stand out as thorns that would hurt your mind’s ethics, then you should help exercise yourself to redefine/explain yourself in the court of your mind. The answer to who you are is there only within yourself. As long as your mind is able to sustain and keep up with its ethics, I would say, you have complete control of yourself.<br /></div><div align="justify">In a situation where all the norms of the mind are violated, (unknowingly in the beginning and knowingly towards the end), the self of the person begins to weaken. It is a state when a human mind that was once a palette with the many ingredients in life starts to become null and void and in the end lose its self consciousness. The question as to who you are when asked to a person in such a situation would be answered in such a way that the mind has tuned itself to act in ways against its own ethics. I believe this is a particular situation where one loses his/her identity and conscience, resulting in a state where the negative aspects that creep into the mind overtake the normal state of mind. One should be successful in his/her life by being able to revert to the right conscience.<br /><br />Now that you have read this post, I would like you to sit back and ask your conscience the question- ‘Who you are’. If you are able to come out with an answer that is true to yourself, then I believe You are so far a successful human being.” </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-3246363072119043224?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-70556729010761337682009-07-06T17:30:00.000+05:302009-07-06T17:31:35.417+05:30The silhouette faded sleek and elegant<br />Against the dark milieu of hidden reality<br />The figures of the shadow outlined meek<br />Stripes that formed shapes of knots and loops.<br />When my eyes are closed, my vision sees<br />Those lines again, shaping and reforming<br />Into shapes most unfamiliar<br />Blending itself to the depth of<br />A sober tune of a plaintive song<br />That is flowing in the arena<br />And thoughts, pale, white and pastel<br />Took a stroll through my minds avenue.<br />In the depths of myself a sudden gush of emptiness<br />Filled in when those shadows started to strangle<br />And even now against the dark milieu of hidden reality<br />Fakeness that is hidden under the hands of the<br />Creepy, pale, fearful, sober reality,<br />Death…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-7055672901076133768?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-26962092982729479712009-05-26T10:20:00.000+05:302009-05-26T10:21:41.553+05:30Essence of those fruits,<br />that laden on the flower bed<br />Rose high above and spread<br />its wings amidst the air…<br /><br />The air that sprinkled drops of joyous water,<br />And a thunder-less silent downpour of rain.<br />That murmur that I hear on the mellow outside<br />Gives me a sensation of a pleasant<br />Yellowish tinge of happiness.<br /><br />When in those autumn days,<br />Those yellowish orange flowers<br />rained down to earth,<br />The dryness if the summer filled land<br />Was blessed with an autumn melody.<br /><br />The sweetness of a jasmine flower<br />Spread through the mist<br />And a lovely song of this monsoon mist,<br />Played aloud its sober tone<br />With the lovely rains still dancing silent, lonely,<br />And with a fragrance of a happy fruit of joy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-2696209298272947971?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-23453721138617657852009-05-08T14:39:00.006+05:302009-05-08T14:57:09.414+05:30<span>The emptiness in the nights </span><br /><span>that I went through many</span><br /><span>were moments when invisible streaks of the blood</span><br /><span>in my heart,</span><br /><span>got spilled in the air.</span><br /><br /><span>Everytime when my answer was silence,</span><br /><span>I wished the silence was decoded.</span><br /><span>But, the deeper me was still left locked.</span><br /><span>The pain in my heart only welled up even more,</span><br /><span>and a tiny prick would burst it anytime.</span><br /><br /><span>Even when my heart trickled pain</span><br /><span>after it could hold nothing more,</span><br /><span>My silence was still left un-understood.</span><br /><br /><span>And after the burst,</span><br /><span>A stitch in my heat is impossible.</span><br /><span>It would bleed...</span><br /><span>Bleed till my death.</span><br /><br /><span>Its painful taking you away from me.</span><br /><span>But, its even more painful stitching my heart...</span><br /><span>with your memories, thoughts, past emotions</span><br /><span>and</span><br /><span>YOU</span><br /><span>inside...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-2345372113861765785?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-39593334235175425722009-03-06T15:27:00.002+05:302009-03-06T15:38:12.268+05:30Lights fell on the soothened glass floor,<br />Blue shades went glimmering on and off<br />Along with the notes of the piano playing…<br />The dim light poised in the dark a seep through reflection<br />of the drums, the saxo, the guitar and violin…<br /><br />In the centre of the room,<br />Sat two souls, embellished in the music,<br />Breath-tight with emotions<br />Affront them danced images<br />Black, red, yellow and often white…<br /><br />Memories past in front,<br />Their hands held tight,<br />A longing to hold on for long<br />A phase in life, faced<br />Left explained and understood<br /><br />Those colors mixed tear and smile<br />And gave a cocktail emotion of<br />Departure, distance, challenges and newness<br />The many happy days of laughter, sorrow, smiles and cries…<br />A look ahead into life<br /><br />Emotions beat hard against the way<br />Life should go,<br />And they still sat hands held<br />Eye watered and smiling<br />As the music blue red, yellow and often white,<br />Danced the many tunes in front of them…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-3959333423517542572?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-57786833993619701082009-02-23T18:43:00.003+05:302009-02-23T19:02:03.107+05:30Wow!! Slumdog Millionaire made it! I couldnt help but jump like how Danny Boyle jumped on stage today! ha ha! The Oscar declarations felt like all pastries going into the same tummy!<br />Now this is a day to be remembered by every Indian- the 23rd of February 2009. Congratulations Slumdog Millionaire....<strong>Jai Ho!!</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-5778683399361970108?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-79536376416122286972009-02-18T15:31:00.002+05:302009-02-18T15:39:53.809+05:30<div align="justify">You have white paper in front of you and some thoughts wandering about in your head. How would it feel when u find it difficult to jot them down on to paper? </div><div align="justify">Hmm..that's something that I went through the past two months before writing 'Void', yet, all my feelings have not come out....</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Feeling rather strange..!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-7953637641612228697?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-33448087931437271092009-02-18T15:06:00.002+05:302009-02-18T15:15:55.873+05:30<span style="color:#666666;">All I can see in front of me</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">are some blank faces with null expressions,</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">the once cherished feel of </span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">exuberance in love and </span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">the lilac flowers that made a </span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">dancing lawn afront me,</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">have now rotten up into a </span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">shadowless, colourless feeling</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">of a frightful emptiness, filling up in me. </span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">The older days of tears and pain,</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">when the thoughts of those pass through my vein, </span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">A sleek fear of a re-entry crosses my heart again.</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Those dainty days when I </span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">was like a chirpy bird, happy, delighted, </span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">have come to a sudden halt.</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Redefining myself now, I experience </span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">a state of mind engulfing in me,</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">making me feel completely emotionless,</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">completely void...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-3344808793143727109?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-84984775138457868812009-01-24T10:36:00.001+05:302009-01-24T10:37:52.176+05:30<div align="justify">How does it feel when you watch the first show of a very sought after movie on the first day of its release? Great right? Yes, if you are a movie buff, then you would surely feel the same. Slumdog Millionaire (Slumdog Crorepati in India) was and is in the news air since quite a few days. Having in its pocket ten Oscar nominations, it really created awe in the minds of movie enthusiasts. It was the media that welcomed the movie on the first day of its release in Thiruvananthapuram. Majority of the viewers were from the media including professionals and students.<br />The movie inspired from the novel Q &amp; A by Vikas Swarup travels through the experiences faced by Jamal, a boy brought up by the slum, now a participant in the program ‘Who will be the Millionaire’, his brother Salim and an orphan girl Latika. The director Danny Boyle was has been able to successfully portray the slum of Mumbai effectively. The cinematography, editing, background music score all need equal appreciation. Music was used with optimum variation in situations that required it.<br />The film has an equal mix of an entertainer, with strong love, feet tapping songs, and scenes of tension.<br />We Indians can surely hope for the music score to win an Oscar. Being nominated for it is already an achievement. Like all of you, I am also waiting for February 22nd which now keeps me holding on to hopes for the Indian cinema to achieve better horizons. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-8498477513845786881?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-88204597431003071822008-12-27T20:38:00.014+05:302010-09-03T13:00:00.519+05:30<div align="justify"><strong>ONE:</strong><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">This month was entirely tiresome and thinking about the work and experience, I sometimes re-think as to if it was me who really was busy the entire month. Everything started off with the print media internship. It was all uncertain when a translation assignment was entitled for us. Late, we came to know that it was a silent entrance into the next stage of the internship. In seven days, I got to be the part of the media cell at International Film Festival of Kerala (IFFK). The work was good and got one of the best experiences. The thirteen days at the festival was heck lot of work plus fun. We had to do press releases and by the end of the third day, it was all becoming easy. Got to see some good films too, of which two dominant ones are Kini and Adams (Idrissa Ouedraggo) and My Marlon and Brando (Huseyin Karabey). Another one which struck me was Free Zone(Amos Gitai) for its first scene of a lady crying. The song is still ringing in my ears. The second last day ended with a sweet sour note. The treat at Saahi Darbar was delicious but the girls in the team had to undergo a minor accident. Yes as I said it was minor. But how would you feel when you come to know that the driver was drunk??? And that too when some people at the festival knew he was and they sent us with him? Bad huh! Yeah! That’s exactly how I felt too. That anyway went with the wind though we tried to swirl it up. One more fact that I realized is that professional friends remain for the time being. And this time also I had few ‘time being’ friends. It was a good experience anyhow.</span><br /></div><strong></strong><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>TWO:<br /></strong><span style="color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">I had seen Vaaranam Aayiram, Tamil movie by Gautham Vasudev Menon before joining the internship. I loved this movie. I went to see it again. It has done well at the box office and is still running in theatres here. Though the movie is kind of filled with impractical incidents, the fantasy of making one happy through impracticality has been applied well. Hats off to Harris Jayaraj for the wonderful music; All the songs are staying live in me specially Nenjukul Peidhidum, Mundhinam and Annul Maele.</span><br /></span><br /><strong>THREE:</strong><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">The travel daily up and down is a good experience. Thiruvananthapuram is a normal city and I have always found it normal while I live here. But I seriously miss the place while I am at my native. The journey back from native to the city (which is just 2 hours by bus) is one I enjoy everytime. All the places seen again and again does not make me tired of seeing it again. The closeness I feel with the city when the bus pulls into the bus stand and move to my home makes me chant the words “Oh God…Thiruvananthapuram, the City I love”.</span><br /></span><br /><strong>FOUR:</strong><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">Not having much commitments in life, being born to a wonderful dad and mom I have had the privilege of living a tension free, independent life. Now being a final year student, life is beginning to take serious turns. I have started to think about the future courses and the like. But these tensions get a temporary full stop (.) or a semi colon (;) let’s say, when I get thoughts about the upcoming college tour.</span><br /></span><br /><strong>FIVE:</strong><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">Till last week, the evenings were rainy and cozy, and I used to feel romantic, but today its not all the same. The weather is too hot and not a musical one. so I have no romantic thoughts to be jotted down here. Yes I did think of my love (No people, I haven’t found him yet, but imaginations can be let loose) holding my hand and walking with me. Err..is that too lame to be romantic?<br /><br />One Saturday evening and these are some thoughts that went through my mind. I am also looking forward my hostel life that’s going to begin on January 1st. Oh yes that reminds me of the New Year. Sometimes I have felt celebrations have started to take a reverse turn. Well Anyway, Happy New Year all !! </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-8820459743100307182?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-73924220445932093402008-12-16T23:21:00.004+05:302008-12-16T23:37:37.148+05:30<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">I feel like being alone in</span><span style="color:#ff6666;"> a theatre and listening to my favourite instrumental music......all alone......</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-7392422044593209340?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-66727152968492887412008-11-30T18:19:00.002+05:302010-04-26T22:27:19.225+05:30<em><strong>“For all those who faced the 2 terrible days and for those who laid down their lives for the nation…</strong> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">We</span> <span style="color:#cccccc;"><span>Love</span> </span><span style="color:#009900;">India</span></span>, let something like this NEVER happen again….” <img class="gl_bold" alt="Bold" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /><br /></strong></em><br /><br />Those hands slid through the sharp blades<br />And cut the veins of the hearts they held<br />Unexpected the rifles flew through the air<br />And thronged the bodies of hapless souls<br /><br />Insecurity and desertness where hours counted<br />Sixty hours of breathless pain<br />A feather drop on the side led screams on<br />And cries that were held suppressed long<br /><br />Suffocating agonies to tighten the stress<br />Prayers began to lose hope<br />And still the rifles thronged in everywhere<br />When the world outside gasped every second<br /><br />A state where all emotions, trust and hope<br />Stood head down out of shame<br />A scenario where the civilians of the country<br />Stayed aghast pleading for help<br /><br />When lives were in the hands of guns and rifles,<br />and the saviors who laid their life for us<br />We salute them with Pride!<br />For the bleeding game between life and death<br /><br />It was a push from the cliff for the human kind<br />A fall which the Government could have rescued,<br />We need a thorough flush out, A Complete Change!<br />We need a responsible Government that hears the peoples cry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-6672715296849288741?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-77689633331671321192008-11-27T20:02:00.001+05:302009-06-27T19:38:57.962+05:30I am in Love with the Mist that has covered the other side of my home.... :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-7768963333167132119?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-41733177807329475932008-11-23T22:18:00.000+05:302008-11-24T18:55:36.434+05:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">it pains<br />like a chain with thorns<br />sliding through my heart... <img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /><br /> it pains...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-4173317780732947593?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-20681437442206699762008-11-15T14:47:00.000+05:302008-11-15T14:48:12.239+05:30"Expectation is a drug...u get addicted to it so fast even though u do not want to take it anymore..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-2068143744220669976?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-18418050836808017432008-10-28T22:52:00.002+05:302008-12-21T20:25:07.519+05:30<div align="justify">There was an article regarding the punishment for suicide. I too agree with the view that a suicide attempt should not be penalized or punished. An attempt to suicide is just an instinctive decision of the mind. When one thinks of killing her/him self, it is their own decision. A failed attempt would lead to only depression to the individual and an extra approach to punish the same would only lead to more mental problems.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-1841805083680801743?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-84062666300473147812008-10-27T20:01:00.001+05:302008-12-21T20:26:08.021+05:30<strong></strong><div align="justify"><br /><strong>How does it feel when you are in the brim of finishing your graduation and the options for a good future and selection of the best area for the future is still a glaring question mark in front of you…?</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-8406266630047314781?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-29879986483658244502008-10-23T23:06:00.000+05:302008-10-25T22:18:10.920+05:30<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">It lead me into a room that was dark<br />And eerie<br />And looked like havens arena<br />Notes of music, salsa-ing and balae dancing<br />In the ball room of my mind<br />The plaintive tunes went high and low<br />And moved to and fro<br />Glimmers of light lit up and blinked<br />And it let the music flow still<br />Into the glassy ocean of innocence<br /><br />The keys black and white when<br />I played it sensuously<br />It led me into a room of<br />Fantasizing dreams and colorful<br />Thoughts...<br /><br />Like the dead ends when a music note<br />Finishes playing … it echoed with all mite<br />In the ears that longed for thirsty drops<br />In a quenching heart.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-2987998648365824450?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-79676431328638653582008-10-23T19:23:00.000+05:302008-10-23T19:33:00.924+05:30I held a brittle glass piece in my hands<br />It gleamed towards the sight in front of me<br />And there were few drops of water in it.<br />I could see some visuals clear, and some disfigured<br />Through the water droplets<br />Yet, I realized that the clarity through the glass<br />was indeed fake or mediated.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-7967643132863865358?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-54412401155185408032008-10-21T23:06:00.002+05:302008-12-21T20:29:40.138+05:30<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Some nights feel dead. The creatures squeaking outside seem to be in a whisper now. It’s not always welcomed. I mean this kind of emptiness. Even if there is rain, today it felt like a dirty rain. Something went wrong in some place. An awkward feeling, it doesn’t feel so nice. Some feeling that has to go unidentified in the bluish lavender strand of life.<br /><br />When the blank document page in front of me still stays blank and stares at me with gleaming white, there is something that goes unwritten. White is peace, but here, white means blankness, a sudden emptiness. Yes, sometimes, feelings or mood drops! It drops with a jerk in the mind, that it goes unnoticed or rather unidentified. Rage complimented by fear, anger anguish all come and go by in through this time.<br /><br />It is an unexpressed thought, something or maybe I questioning myself.</span> </strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-5441240115518540803?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-54442013229098651692008-10-17T20:48:00.000+05:302008-10-21T23:11:34.320+05:30<div align="left"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Life's a stance....its like moments passing away unknown, and letting feelings stride away even though you know ur not feeling the way you should....</strong></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-5444201322909865169?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-76108397331275133112008-10-11T17:05:00.000+05:302008-10-11T17:09:12.280+05:30<strong><span style="color:#993399;">The days yesterdays were soothened dreams<br />that fluttered and swung on the<br />flower laden swings of sweetest<br />hopes and enlightening wishes.<br /><br />The days yesterdays were petals blooming<br />to sing aloud the joyous tunes<br />of love, lust and anger<br />that twinkled with laughter like<br />the many ripples on a puddle of emotions<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">The days yesterdays were the pages of a book<br />kept for scribbling down memories<br />that swayed and flashed and for some which stayed engraved<br />to be re-read and remembered while<br />passing through the unwindening turns<br />in the never ending road of the journey of life...<br /><br />The days yesterdays,<br />often had promises kept untold and secrets shared<br />with a foam of soothness that<br />lathered on the layer of happiness, love, friendship and care...<br /><br />The days yesterdays,<br />will have pencil marks that may be erased off<br />in the deeper course of the journey,<br />and engravings that would<br />remain bold in the depths of expectations and remembrances....</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-7610839733127513311?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-25456410776173370782008-08-31T19:26:00.001+05:302008-12-21T20:26:47.388+05:30<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Yes, the rain is again splattering and spluttering near my window. Its been raining since long today and I am enjoying every second of it. The coolness of the rain takes me to a world of lightness and serenity. It’s like music flowing into the ears. Rain was once a symbol of sadness for me, but now, I wait for it and I love the company and the happiness it gives me. I love to see myself in the peaks of happiness when it rains. Often, my love poems sprout out when it’s raining heavily. I don’t like thunders and lightening. Here, I meant just the silent dance of the silent rain. Yes…I love the weather when the water drops are just splashing and splattering beside me….</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-2545641077617337078?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-65638917041031019502008-08-30T18:37:00.001+05:302008-12-21T20:27:49.001+05:30<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"><strong>First and foremost, I am NOT a feminist.<br /><br />Feminism is not fighting for a women’s right. Rather it is making yourself acclaimed or proven worthy in a particular field. I don’t believe in being 'equal' to any man, but I believe in having a certain understanding or balance with the opposite sex and hence creating a harmony. Human relationships are mainly based on understanding, so one should be able to understand the other person inorder to make your stand ready.<br /><br />One’s self is the foundation for every action and reaction that takes place. If you are confident about yourself, then there is no need to make your self forcefully proven that you mean something. If you believe in yourself, then, even if the entire world is against you, you shouldn’t worry.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-6563891704103101950?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-48719494539176143212008-08-26T18:45:00.000+05:302008-08-26T18:48:04.247+05:30<div align="center">When you love the person who does not<br />‘seem’ to know you,<br />That ‘you’ might be the biggest question mark<br />In the eyes of everyone else,<br />Except,<br />Your’s…</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-4871949453917614321?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-19642808265091253072008-08-21T21:36:00.001+05:302008-12-21T20:29:01.050+05:30<div align="justify"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>June 5th 2007<br /></strong><span style="color:#006600;">Walking from my home to my college, there is a long route. That route is adorned with huge green trees. The trees occupied one half of the road. Along the ‘tree road’ the rain water splashed…when we walked by it, the footprints lay behind. The road beside was congested, yet, no one seemed to have trouble driving there. I never took an umbrella during the summer. It was always cool under the leafy shelter. The large avenue took us to the broad world of knowledge vivacious with its natural beauty. The mere presence of green was the driving force of any student of my college.</span><br /></span><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><br /><span style="color:#333333;">June 5th 2008</span></strong><span style="color:#333333;"><br />Walking from my home to college, there is still a long route. The route is now adorned with metal fences and concreted roads. The trees were all sent off and I had to even witness the farewell. The road now seems even busier. The traffic does not seem to have reduced. The rain water never waited for us to leave the footprints ‘coz concrete does not absorb water. I can see saplings being planted but, how many more years will it take for those to be grown into trees.<br />My bag is always heavy, be it summer or rainy season, I have an umbrella with me. The natural umbrella that was once there, is now nothing but just a part of sweet lost memories. Now like the concreted college, all our thoughts have become or started to become solid. There is no inner driving force to speed up our minds. Its only if we think to make up, we can.</span><br /><br />Oh dear trees, which adorned the college route…. I miss you so much…. I everyday wish I had passed out of college long before you were being betrayed by the same species who planted you there.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-1964280826509125307?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-61001992666353646652008-08-08T23:43:00.002+05:302010-03-05T20:36:27.067+05:30<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "><em>When the whole world sleeps and you have just your headphones and some good music to listen to with a mild breeze blowing from the window side, you can feel the simplicity of this world and the beauty of how you can feel so happy with yourself….you really don’t feel like having anyone else with you at that time…it’s a feeling that cannot always come in us. And if you are lucky, you can be supplemented by rain too…that too juz drizzle…</em></span></div><span style="color:#000099;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Life’s so pleasant…actually everything is pleasant. Its just how you view it and how you approach it…and for me when my mobile balance is a complete zero, I feel so light as I have no liabilities to call anyone…</em></div><em><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><em>But expectations are nice…just don’t expect too much…you expect your phone to blink sometime…but it may just not…no, that should matter or hinder your happiness.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><em>An uncommon friend messaging you saying…”hey Winnie, just thought about you. So msgd…gnite “ …sweet na? such moments are precious…coz these are unexpected…</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><em>Life’s good. And will always be good…</em></span></div></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-6100199266635364665?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-84352809586631607712008-08-08T22:32:00.000+05:302008-08-08T22:34:11.319+05:30<strong><span style="color:#660000;">You are like a seductive drug<br />That injects in me just poison<br />To drain off my tears and<br />In the end leave me dead.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-8435280958663160771?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-61636462106001119112008-07-03T15:02:00.000+05:302008-12-11T02:01:52.959+05:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1otmB6iOzTc/SGynugBY7gI/AAAAAAAAABo/nIGEuPLRyFk/s1600-h/DSC_1660.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218730485527145986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="209" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1otmB6iOzTc/SGynugBY7gI/AAAAAAAAABo/nIGEuPLRyFk/s320/DSC_1660.jpg" width="272" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Let the mind travel in tranquility<br />Into the deep woods of truth and innocence<br />Let it travel the yards and valleys<br />Of the unsaid facts and temperaments of the universe<br /><br />Let the mind move in consciousness<br />Into the widest stream of existing delectation…<br />And let it surge the urge to find out<br />The true meaning of the existence of this world…<br /><br />Let the mind see the lit lamps that glow<br />Glow at the nudeness of the corroding world<br />And try to erode the rust off the edges of human mind<br />Let it try to cluster the randomized thoughts into one…<br /><br />Let the mind find ways to seize the mistakes<br />Of inner selves and bring into ‘Dharthi’<br />The sweeter melodies of caring the earth…<br />And softer ways of loving the nation…<br /><br />Let the mind break the chains that bound the psyche<br />And help it to move in the path of righteousness<br />Let it stop the growing narrowness<br />And help oneself to move along wider paths of broadness…<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#006600;">Asatoma Satgamaya…<br />Tamasoma Jyotirgamaya<br />Mrityorma Amritam gamaya<br />Om santi santi santi…..</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-6163646210600111911?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-38527658250006075272008-06-22T18:51:00.000+05:302008-06-22T19:13:21.117+05:30<strong><span style="color:#990000;">The bridges of emotions standing front<br />Blocking the paths of my transparent passion<br />Realizing unimportance that was serving me all while<br />Yet I let my emotions float…<br />Through the rough paths, always miles.<br /><br />Those naked facts strangling me<br />Passing by my face so sharply clear<br />It tore the veins of my passion’s dream<br />Yet I let my emotions float…<br />in the river of repeated ignorance<br /><br />Hopes that befriend me are tireless<br />Hurts and pains abound me to the deepest<br />Expectations confront me in the path of existence<br />Yet I let my emotions float…<br />even in the solitary solitude of tears…<br /><br />Open arms spread abroad for an embrace to give you<br />Blowing my frizzy hair in the morning air<br />Never would thy come to me I know<br />Yet I let my emotions float…<br />In the decrepit creak of expectations…<br /><br />Words that my pen scribbles on about you<br />Disguises its way of feeling of what it actually means<br />But my hands stagger if I write ill about you<br />Yet I let my emotions float…<br />through the serene pages of the book of love and only love…</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-3852765825000607527?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-28073337954272723832008-04-21T09:54:00.000+05:302008-04-21T09:55:05.503+05:30<strong><span style="color:#660000;">When in that dark corridor I stood<br />Knowing nowhere to go or how to move<br />When I took my steps forward,<br />Something was pulling me backwards<br /><br />Was it something? Or was it someone?<br />I don’t know…I never could make out…<br />When that dark corridor called me to go<br />I could feel its sound echo in my ears<br /><br />Still, I dint know which way to move…<br />I tried putting my steps forward…<br />The noise of my foot steps also echoed in the corridor<br />Still, my mind was pulling me back<br /><br />And the threads that bound my mind was strangling in itself…<br />I leaned against the wall next to me<br />And my bangles fell on the ground…<br />Broken and shattered into pieces many…<br /><br />And still I felt some haunting music inside me<br />Beating harder and harder<br />The walls now became stained with blood<br />I covered my face inside my hair…<br /><br />And still stood their silent…<br />Those pieces falling on the floor…<br />That too echoed through the corridor<br />Something was pulling me back…<br /><br />Still, I dint know how to move<br />And I stood there silent and stunt…<br />In a stance as though blankness occupied me…<br />Without even moving a single step forward…<br /> </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-2807333795427272383?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-40855895868804606602008-04-17T23:16:00.000+05:302008-08-31T19:19:37.303+05:30hey all...<br /><br />this is an interview I gave recently...<br /><br /><a href="http://bluewhale-bluemangobooksblogspotcom.blogspot.com/">http://bluewhale-bluemangobooksblogspotcom.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />do have a look and drop in your comments...<br />rgds<br />Winnie<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-4085589586880460660?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-22993707548857806752008-03-03T08:25:00.000+05:302008-03-03T19:54:35.722+05:30<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Red, red, red , blew the wind</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">It blew the curtains to and fro</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Flashed memoirs good and bad</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Through my mind it flashed a bright! </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">It all seemed like illusions</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">like mixed colors splashed in oil</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I couldn't make out blue or yellow</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">my emotions all seemed oily stained</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">It was red, red, red</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Red within me, a sudden gush of love</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Love, blank, un-understood</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Red, dropped tears with a rush of anger</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">The mixed notes of ambient music </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Thronged into my ears and still...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I couldn't make out why it was red</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Why it was red within me...</span><br /><br /></span></strong><p><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">It played till its highest tone</span><br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong>And broke at the peak and left me….astound!<br />Like a break fall of emotions<br />Emotions un-understood, complete love, anger and anguish...</strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-2299370754885780675?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-40608589162324902692008-02-20T20:01:00.000+05:302008-02-22T13:09:58.275+05:30Well guys was wondering what to write. all these days it was just my poems and articles and when i was going through it i felt it a bit too formal. of course u guys wud get bored always reading my stuff. [:p] <br /><br /><br />hmm...me a mass comm student... and now completely enjoying the course i took. it has helped me express myself in so many ways. and this is another way of communication. well. i feel very nice today. today has been nice. as if now in college, nothing much of studies are happening. its always some fest n all. n we are thoroughly enjoying the no-class environement! hehe...actually u know its the 4th semester and we r supposed to be glued to our books as the university examinations are coming about. hmm but this semester seems to be the most lively of all and the most busy of all. <br /><br />was just wondering wht was there in my books. seriously i havent gone through so many things...hmm as of now i am not feeling guilty about it. i may feel one day before the exam hmm!!<br /><br />wot else...have got few great frens now...feel as though i have so many poeple around to taek care of me! its a good feel u know...<br /><br /><br />its ma frend Naila's bday on 27th n my bros bday too....happy bday both of ya...<br /><br />well....wot else to write....hmm nothing much now...<br /><br />will talk laters then....byee for now....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-4060858916232490269?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-60481063952732122902008-01-29T19:16:00.000+05:302008-03-03T20:01:12.247+05:30<span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>The music flowed down the stream<br />Down the mountains and hills’ esteem<br />Like the twinkling ripples on the river<br />Or like the melodious way the birds quiver<br /><br />She played the keys both black and white<br />Tunes were her dreams that played! Played with mite…<br />Her eyes were glowing, glowing with hope…<br />But only if her vision to hear could cope…<br /><br />The melody that came was sweet as honey<br />Which would not melt away even if sunny…<br />Her fingers played the magic all…<br />But her ears could hear nothing at all…<br /><br />I can hear her sweet melodious song…<br />Which she has been playing for time along…<br />To her they are melodies unheard, bitter…<br />Bitter to her…but in real, melodies unheard…sweeter…</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-6048106395273212290?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-1574976518039413112008-01-27T15:41:00.001+05:302008-01-27T15:41:49.439+05:30CALCUTTA NEWS<br /><br /><br />After a few months gap, director Blessy has come up with a promising new film, Calcutta News. Unlike his usual films which are family based, this is a very moving and fast movie. Majority of the film being shot in Calcutta gives it liveliness and energy. It is mainly shot outdoors.<br /><br />A continuous blue tone has been used for the film which helps the film to have a documentary effect. The film can be called as a ‘film inside a film’ wherein the main story is being portrayed as a story taken by the hero Ajith (Dileep) a journalist and reporter of Calcutta news channel. Featuring the ‘shadows’ of Calcutta, the movie has succeeded in showing the ills and the malpractices in the city. Holding nothing unreal, the film is full of facts.<br /><br />The female character played by Meera Jasmine steals the show. She has once again presented a marvelous onscreen presence and dedication in acting. Dileep has improved in the acting style and the hair style change has helped him to have a completely different look. One point worth mentioning is the transition shots. The transitions have been done so uniquely that the audience can get the real flow of the film. <br /><br />The music score also has importance and the slow and melodious music is soothing for the ears. The love between the main characters has also been portrayed well. In some scenes, violence is even depicted by silence. <br />Cinematography by S.Kumar needs a big clap and the editing work has also been done superbly. The movie used more of documentary type shots. <br />The director has succeeded in keeping the audience rooted. The film has suspense, facts, love and thriller scenes. <br />The other characters of the film include Innocent, Bindu Panicker, Indrajith, etc. <br />This is a sure box- office hit and worth your money. So don’t miss it!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-157497651803941311?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-9856538579365959812008-01-19T14:27:00.000+05:302008-03-03T20:00:22.761+05:30<strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">They left me abandoned<br />On the road<br />I barked for them day and night<br />Yet when I was bitten<br />I was thrown on the road</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-985653857936595981?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-76282985533181085562008-01-08T19:38:00.000+05:302008-03-03T19:59:29.170+05:30<span style="color:#009900;"><strong>It’s like the axe piercing into my heart<br />When it sways to and fro the trees body<br />Those ancestors alive since years thousands<br />The mere existence for survival of human life on earth<br />With their wide arms spread to<br />Protect the species on earth<br />They live because they want us to live<br />They breathe to give us the oxygen we need<br /><br />Alas! They are no more here…<br />The kingly pride which was there to take us along<br />They were cut and cut and cut<br />By the mere people who are not even their son old!<br />Leaving just sand and dust<br />Dust that blinds the vision of man<br />Now its all parched and dry<br />There is no life in the paths we walk<br /><br />Now I can see some wires and iron bars<br />Which are the embryos of industrialization<br />When its all taking a new life<br />No one ever thinks of the trees which once lived there…<br />And they say…cut down a tree and<br />Plant two…<br />But may I ask! Who will pay for the time that he needs to grow?</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-7628298553318108556?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-80086745185456969342007-12-05T19:51:00.005+05:302010-09-03T12:58:49.045+05:30<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC66;">The sea will gush into the shore<br />With its rage and anger burning in it<br />Still you won’t realize how much you loved me<br />When it’s all calm and she lays silent,<br />Silent more than the deepest depth,<br />That time you will realize how much you loved me…<br /><br />The fire will spread its anger to its maximum<br />Burning and growling as though to swallow the world<br />Even then you wouldn’t realize how much you loved me<br />When it has been suppressed to die<br />Die and become ashes…she will lay silent…<br />Then you will realize how much you loved me…<br /><br />The wind would blow with fury and anger<br />It would blind your vision spreading blurriness around<br />Even then you would not realize how much you loved me<br />When it all stops and the world is silent<br />Silence that can make you feel deafened<br />Then you will realize how much you loved me<br /><br />When I scream about what you meant to me<br />When there is a sea of tears that tell how much you meant to me<br />When I cry in a state where I can't hear the outside world…<br />You would not realize how much you loved me…<br />But, when I become silent…silent like the silence after storm…<br />When my words never speak of you…when my silence haunts you…<br /><br />That time you will realize how much you loved me…</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-8008674518545696934?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-64599040933338370492007-11-18T19:18:00.001+05:302010-03-05T20:39:25.625+05:30<div style="text-align: justify;">The veteran film maker Adoor Gopalakrishnan, five years after ‘Nizhalkuthu’ has presented the movie goers with a new gift- “Naalu Penungal”. Based on four short stories of the Malayalam veteran writer Thakazhy Sivasankara Pillai, the movie is divided into four parts. This kind of story narration is rare. The film rotates around the life of four women where in everyone has been portrayed with equal importance. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The first part of the film is sub-titled ‘Oru Niyamalankhanathinte Kadha’ which means ‘Story of breach of Law’. The woman in this part is Kunjipeenu (Padmapriya) who plays the role of a sex worker who later chooses to live by working as a road worker. It portrays how the society treats such women even of they have decided to live in good lines in one part of their life. It is about 20 minutes in duration. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The second part of the film is sub-titled ‘Kanyaka’ (Virgin/unmarried) which focuses on the life of Kumari( Geethu Mohandas), married to Narayanan(Nandu) who fails to look after her. She is a peasant and earns money for her family. Her dialogues are less, yet her character is strong enough to compensate with the dialogues. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The third part of the film named ‘Chinnu Amma’ is about the life of Chinnu (Manju Pillai) who does not have children in her life. She is a naïve lady yet strong enough to protect herself against a sin that should not be committed. Mukesh also does his part of the film well. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The final part of the film is named ‘Nithya Kanyaka’ (Never married/Spinster) is one which revolves around the life of three women. The title role is played by Nandita Das as Kamakshi. She is the eldest among the four children of the family. Kavya Madhavan who plays Subadra is the younger sister of Kamakshi. Remya Nambeeshan also plays sister role. This part tells how a lady can live alone without support from anyone in a society. It portrays a woman who was once dependant yet became strong in the end. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Watching Naalu Pennungal was like reading four short stories. Each story was well narrated and the viewers were not left confused. The Malayalam film industry which has given women important roles, have again done justice in this film. At the end of the film, every character remains engraved in our minds. K.P.A.C Lalita, Murali, Manoj K.Jayan, Ravi Vallathol, Asokan are some of the other characters in the film. The cinematograohy was by M.J Radhakrishnan and he has succeeded in bringing the raw realities of life on to screen. All the characters were given equal importance. Dialogues were less and crisp. The background score was also soothing to the ears. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">This film was premiered in Toronto and has also been selected for the Indian panorama (International Film Festival Of India) and for the competition section of Int’l Film Festival of Kerala. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">A serious film goer will surely not be disappointed watching this film. It also moves through four different phases of time and it is portrayed through the difference in the dialogues and the attitude of people.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-6459904093333837049?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-22288023897135886972007-09-03T11:48:00.000+05:302008-04-22T17:03:25.821+05:30-><strong>Theme</strong> suggested by ----><strong>HARI</strong><---- my friend<-<br /><br /><br />She chirped on the window pane<br />With her tiny feathers flapping light<br />Sweet and small did she look<br />Delight twinkled in her eyes always<br /><br />She sat on my window every dawn<br />With her melodious enchanting voice<br />Did she wake me up daily<br />No alarm did I need, for she was there for me<br /><br />I used to long to hear her, everyday<br />But, one day I shew her away<br />Alas! She never comes now<br />Her melody never wakes me up anymore<br /><br />Dear, my heart wants to speak to you<br />You were my silent friend<br />Someone who always remained in my thoughts<br />You were so dear to me…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-2228802389713588697?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-42577081987566478232007-08-31T18:22:00.001+05:302008-12-21T20:24:48.473+05:30<div align="justify">ORE KADAL was a film that I longed to see from the very beginning of its shooting schedule. After a melodious and beautiful film Akale by ShyamPrasad, this was one film I was waiting for. Orekadal is a story that revolves around 4 main people namely Deepthi (Meera Jasmine), Dr.S.R Nathan (Mammootty), Jayan (Narein) and Bela (Ramya Krishnan). Deepthi is married to Jayan with a kid. Jayan in his busy schedule unknowingly forgets to look after the needs of Deepthi in the way she wants him to. Deepthi, a girl deprived of the pleasant and colourful childhood still tries to seek it in her married life. She meets Dr.Nathan when she is in a trauma to get some money for the treatment of her ill son. Dr. Nathan, a pure economist and an alcoholic, who sees life only in economic terms, helps her just out of need. He doesn’t have any sort of emotional feeling towards her. He is a person who tries to isoclate himself from all sort of relationships that could exist. Slowly, Deepthi is unknowingly drawn into the magnetic grip of Nathan which she could get from her husband. She starts to love him but, when she comes to know about the mind set of Nathan, she feels cheated and guilty of being into a relationship with Nathan without her husband’s knowledge. There is a cyclone that is created in Deepthi’s innocent mind which forms the rest of the story.<br /><br /><br />The director Shyamprasad is always expected to do something different. And that has surely been fulfilled in this film. The music by Ousepachan is truly haunting and rings in our ears for a long time. The cameraman Azhagappan has done a wonderful job. The movie is mainly shot indoors in the apartment where the characters stay. The colours used in the film a subtle and pleasing to the eyes. Narein has done his part well though he didn’t actually have much to do. He is an innocent husband. Another strong character is Bela. Ramya Krishnan has come with a strong performance through this character. A character where fate has shown its dark side, yet someone who holds on to life and who gives a moral support to Nathan. Mammootty has as usual come out with a nice performance. He being a senior actor, does not need much explanations here. He has done justice to his character as an alcoholic economist! Meera jasmine steals the show as she plays the central character. Minute details like the movement of the eye, a smile etc convey so much to the audience. She doesn’t have much dialogue. The movie floats on the music and the audience is kept flowing with the music too. Such a concept is purely unacceptable in our society, yet if you look into the innocence of Deepthi, some people may be able to accept her emotions. Anyway, this is a beautiful film one can see…it’s too delicate and fragile…I could personally not accept the concept completely, but as a film its worth watching…all music lovers will have there feet tapping even after hours of the film…<br />Hats off to Shyam Prasad and Crew.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-4257708198756647823?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-29980610544099197892007-07-24T23:26:00.003+05:302010-09-03T12:58:09.187+05:30<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">---->>>Theme suggested by ---->BINU<----, my friend<<<---- </span><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">The air around me is getting colder<br />Colder that I feel my veins become tighter<br />My vision seems to see opaqueness…<br />Opaqueness means….I feel I cannot see anything…<br />Everything seems to be dark…<br />dark like the darkness in the deepest corner of a volcano…<br />the sea which had its bluish beauty…<br />beauty like the beauty sparkling in a new brides eyes…<br />is right now turning black…<br />black as though its calling me to drench myself in it…<br />To drown me in that ocean of frightening death<br />death…yes…death…<br />The walls around me seem to come closer…<br />Closer like the atoms in a rough solid<br />It’s not allowing me to breathe….<br />To breathe the life saving oxygen…I am deprived…<br />I can feel the walls ceasing the oxygen I am to breathe…<br />I can feel my veins tighten<br />I am not able to see the world anymore…<br />I just don’t feel like seeing the world anymore…<br />Black disguises…death….that is all that is pondering me…<br />I feel as though I am to go with death…<br />Travel on the path of death<br />Oh God!!! What is happening to me…?<br />Is death calling me…or is it that…<br />I want death to take me away???</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-2998061054409919789?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-57508806773292414622007-07-05T23:22:00.001+05:302010-03-05T20:38:37.636+05:30<div style="text-align: justify;">“Where There Is A Will, There Is A Way”.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nothing on earth is impossible in the present era. Man is said to be a social being, creative genius and a thinking animal. No other living organism has been blessed with so many characteristics. It has always been man who created things out of existing things and it has always been man destroying the very same things made! If man decides something must be done then, he can surely do it, apart he puts his maximum effort into it!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well friends let us think of a CLEAN INDIA. The thought of such a situation right now would seem a little bit impossible, but actually is it so? No! It is absolutely not! As said earlier, where there is a will, there is a way. Keeping in mind the busy schedule of the people in the country, we cannot expect all of us going around and cleaning the country! There are simpler ways to implement this. Making the “duty” lighter, we just have to focus on our own home. Just that little piece of land where in we stay! First of all, take a look around your home. It might be scrambled with grass, plastic, and useless household items. Well, that’s what I find around my home! Staying in a rented house, we obviously have limitations! All that we should do is to clean the area around our home…and I mean it…just clean our own home and not our neighbors! Well, what other idea can be simpler than this? Neighbors would clean their own homes. And when all the homes in a ward a clean, one whole ward in a city is clean! And like that, all wards in a city can be cleaned. When all the wards in the city are clean, a whole Panchayat would be clean and when all the Panchayats are clean, one whole district is clean. And as you know, when all districts are clean, the state is clean…and when the state is clean, the country is clean! And there we are! Our mission possible!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, the question as to where to dump the waste materials will surely arise. For this the government should adopt better methods for waste management. This too can go through the same process! If we manage the waste of our own “little” home, then the whole process would follow. Getting accustomed to nuclear families, the thought of managing a home with a maximum of four members is not that much a difficult task. Anyways, here I cannot forget mentioning the use of plastics. It might seem a bit difficult in the beginning, but practice makes a man perfect! Start practicing and in due course of time we will be happy with what we are doing to the society! If we could run with our feet and talk flawlessly with our tongue, which was indeed gained only through practice and practice here means the experience that we went through, all the time “unknowingly”!!! When we get used to using paper bags always, we may surprisingly in the end find it difficult to shift to plastic!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dear friends, every thing that would lead to a developed country depends on how the people of the country love their country. So, if we need to love our country, we need to love our home first. If dedicated love starts from our own homes, then we would be proud to say that we belong to the completely Clean India! And this indirectly would surely reduce the number of deaths and diseases occurring due to the unclean surroundings! So dear friends! The future of our nation lies just at your minds view! Start loving your home and end up in the result where in the Country would love you!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-5750880677329241462?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-59045846787041040622007-06-14T14:53:00.000+05:302008-12-11T02:01:53.698+05:30The farther you go...the nearer you are to me.....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1otmB6iOzTc/RnEJC0jL36I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I2X37s2ZlC8/s1600-h/DSC_1669.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1otmB6iOzTc/RnEJC0jL36I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I2X37s2ZlC8/s320/DSC_1669.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-5904584678704104062?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-66568895248050355342007-06-10T14:54:00.000+05:302007-06-10T14:55:01.620+05:30Just like how the sand slips<br />Away from my hand…<br />I just feel…the more I hold you<br />Close to me…<br />The farther you are moving<br />Away from me...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-6656889524805035534?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-91412191606796560702007-06-09T11:25:00.001+05:302007-06-09T11:40:45.523+05:30<strong>Inspiration from a photo taken by my super senior Hari<br />(A black and white photograph taken from Ooty)<br /></strong><br /><br />Rays of divinity<br />Falling gently on the<br />Land blanketed with<br />Cold smooth dew<br />To slowly melt away in romance…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-9141219160679656070?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-87564441223357823282007-06-09T11:23:00.001+05:302007-06-09T11:23:54.019+05:30Love is an unwanted pain<br />In an unwanted situation<br />Where in we do not feel like<br />Avoiding the unwantedness…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-8756444122335782328?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-89978577104800100482007-06-06T12:14:00.000+05:302007-06-06T12:15:26.723+05:30Based on the news that came in the front page of "keralakaumudi" on the 4th of June 2007<br /><br />I row my boat daily<br />across that river which flows next to my home<br />i have my sister home...<br />who is weak at her heart...<br />i am just 14 and so is she....,<br />we were born twins...<br />my mother is not with us...<br />she left us and went long back away...<br />my father and my sister are only home..<br />my father toils to make us grow<br />i cherish my dreams daily of getting great marks<br />and making a job...<br />for that is the reason why I row my boat and walk a mile...<br />and then board a bus and go to school...<br />life seems so tough in the eyes of others...<br />but, I am so busy that I really cannot see the<br />tough part life....<br />i feel it a blessing to be engaged in my life...<br />at this small age...<br />life seems nice yet a bit hard...<br />but the big dreams that i have with never<br />keep my hands away<br />from rowing the boat of my heart!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-8997857710480010048?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-13079109136665777782007-05-10T23:06:00.001+05:302010-09-03T12:56:32.714+05:30<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC99;">A silent music is still playing on the car stereo…<br />The mild breeze is silently combing my hair…<br />I love traveling…that too in a car with my favorite song on the stereo..<br />And specially when He…my best friend is there with me<br />I enjoy the trip even more…<br />He is my friend still…and perhaps he is still my friend<br />Because I haven’t told him yet that I Love him…<br />Just a small fear in me…<br />That I may lose him if I ever say that I love him…<br />We usually travel like this…<br />Our favorite place is the lovers’ park…<br />Usually lovers go there…but for us it’s different…<br />We are friends…<br />There…couples in their own world…cuddling together…<br />Sharing moments of tender happiness…<br />He and I just sit there talking to each other…<br />Sometimes we don’t even talk…<br />We just keep looking at each other…<br />Maybe it just a feeling…sometimes when I look into his eyes…<br />I have felt that he too loves me…<br />Maybe he does…what if he is also having that small fear<br />That he would lose my friendship…<br />When I see others I just dream of me being one among them…<br />Though I have the fondest person I want to be with me…<br />Just sitting a touch away from me…<br />The thought that I cannot even hold his hands…<br />With a thought of love that is not like a friend’s…<br />Gives a pain somewhere inside me…<br />But, just in case I lose him in the path of trying to get<br />Something more…<br />The thought that he’s my best friend…<br />Keeps me happy n cheerful<br />Though at times I feel…<br />At least once …if he would tell me ….”I Love You Dear…”</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-1307910913666577778?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-18627897595217538492007-04-05T20:03:00.000+05:302007-04-05T20:11:46.107+05:30The hot sun stroke the barren road...<br />Cars and buses...all 'flying' past the road...<br />People walking to and fro the street...<br />and there he sits...at the road end...<br />to get a penny or two begging...<br /><br />Looking into his eyes...<br />the depth of the tough times that...<br />he has undergone...so clearly visible...<br />the bare hands...kept open...<br />begging a penny or two...<br /><br />Back in the drought struck home<br />he has his wife and kids<br />waiting counting minutes<br />waiting for the one bread he may bring...<br />to just fill up the stomachs three...<br /><br />Some people just passed by...<br />not even looking at the begging hands...<br />ignoring their helplessness...<br />what would happen if they just...<br />drop a penny or two for them...?<br /><br />They, the beggars...have to continue this...<br />dreaming of a different life...<br />at least in theor coming births...<br />may their prayers be well received...<br />have a life of plenty in their births to come...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-1862789759521753849?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-66459610754861483012007-04-05T12:42:00.000+05:302007-04-05T12:44:33.755+05:30Ranging through the hurdles of friendship...<br />making up our minds to know each other...<br />Allowing the nature's decision to lead us..<br />through the true track of friendship...<br />Sensing the pros and cons of each one of us...<br />loving and caring with all love and adoration...<br />Nesting our hopes and wishes...<br />into a wonderful true dream...<br />Admiring the characters of all of us...<br />verifying our mistakes....<br />Looking into the deeper shadows of life...<br />and deciding upon situations...<br />Adjusting to the changing lifestyle..<br />and learning to learn from others...<br />Memorising a true pure promise.....<br />to always love each other by...<br />Adoring the true blossoms of friendship...<br />Never will we part...a true promise...<br />made, by each one of us....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-6645961075486148301?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-72465993541720141432007-02-18T13:20:00.000+05:302007-02-18T13:22:20.030+05:30Rage through a dark room<br />I can hear some noises of thundering blasts<br />Bombing the same species into unidentifiable blocks of flesh<br />I can’t keep my eyes open at this atrocity<br /><br />Mourning and crying of human evolutions<br />Caused just by us ourselves…<br />The world has become so vigorous and turbulent<br />It seems as though it is quaking every second<br /><br />I am watching through a broken window pane<br />I can see streams of red blood<br />Flowing through the cracks in front of me<br />But beyond the glass pane,<br /><br />I can visualize some sort of paradise<br />I can see a melodious river flowing…<br />She wrinkles and says that “I am crying”<br />She doesn’t want to live anymore<br /><br />Every second there seems to be a bomb storm<br />And we the same species are put prey to see it…<br />To see our own siblings die of unbearable pain<br />God, when will mother earth be free from these pains?<br /><br />I believe it’s already time up<br />For we do not deserve to be alive in this cruel world<br />A world with growling hands ready to plunge into our flesh<br />We don’t deserve the earth anymore…punish us Lord! Punish us!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-7246599354172014143?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-39303372535794565402007-02-04T19:02:00.000+05:302007-02-04T19:04:59.954+05:30There lay an old inn..<br />Alone and silent in the lonely lawn.<br />The windows n doors were smashed. . .<br />Smashed like broken dreams and hopes..<br /><br />There lived a small family. . . Two months back. . .<br />Dad, mom n child<br />Their kid was a darling. . .<br />They lived selling fruits in the place. . .<br /><br />And they were happy with what they gained.<br />They had a dream to make their child..<br />A world famous musician. . ..<br />Some one the whole world would admire. . .<br /><br />But there came the "thunders". . ...<br />The destroyers of their life. . .<br />The war and the disasters. . ..<br />Oh No!!!. . ..it took their child along. . ..<br /><br />Grief stricken mom n dad. . .<br />Left their home. . ..with their child's memories. . .<br />Smashed. . ..into pieces. . ..<br />Smashed like broken dreams n hopes. . ..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-3930337253579456540?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-77720032119468372892007-01-28T14:28:00.000+05:302007-01-28T14:29:58.958+05:30To my Grandfather I have never seen....<br /><br />If you see an old man,<br />don't just ignore him.<br />Hold his hands and lead his way...<br />Talk to him some loving words...<br />Give him bread and water if you can.<br />He is old, poor and pale...<br />he cannot afford you anything...<br />but He can love you as his grandchild...<br />And maybe tell you stories...<br />Have the mind to listen to him...<br />As he is lonely and pale...<br />Don't ignore him thinking he is old...<br />He has seen the world more than you...<br />If you ignore...Remember...<br />One day you are also becoming old...<br />And just think....<br />no one to take care of you...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-7772003211946837289?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-46518063574646575062007-01-28T14:26:00.000+05:302007-01-28T14:27:04.796+05:30Miles away you're there my friend...<br />Promise me that our friendship n'er ends...<br />seen you smile only once a while..<br />but always longed to see that stealing smile...<br /><br />Never did you speak a soothing word..<br />but you every heart beat could be heard,<br />Even if the sound of the wind was very wild...<br />I knew real well that your soul was mild...<br /><br />Drops of love from my friendly heart..<br />always poured for us to never part...<br />our friendship strong, and purely bound...<br />it was real lovely, such a rhythm did it sound...<br /><br />I could feel your hearts real pain...<br />no pure air could my loving soul inhale...<br />For all I needed was to come to you...<br />And take the pain away from you...<br /><br />Dear, my friend, my prayers would be...<br />deep and true no one could see...<br />life may change with the running time,<br />you will remain safe and close in me all the time...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-4651806357464657506?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-41439227739364481342007-01-28T14:22:00.000+05:302007-01-28T14:24:47.676+05:30When he looked far<br />the mountains stood covered with snow and mist<br />The river flowed from the mountains<br /> down the deep valley<br />The birds were silent as the air was chill<br />He too his paint brush and mixed the colours<br />Green, Blue, White, Yellow<br />A white sheet spread in front of him<br />He glanced at the sheet and smiled before he started<br />He gently shaded the picture of a damsel<br />She had almond eyes, peach lips andBeautiful smile<br />She looked like a statue made of snow<br />A damsel which no ages saw<br />he sketched the final touches of he<br /> And then just went closer<br />Her eyes, her almond eyes looking in to his<br />and he just chanted into her ears<br />I love you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-4143922773936448134?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-34564136494840055322007-01-27T18:56:00.000+05:302007-01-27T21:25:17.297+05:30I ask the flowers to bloom faster<br />Oh dear clouds please pour your tears now. . .<br />My heart is dwelling to hear the thunder Winds. . .blow faster. . .<br />I need to feel your presence. . .<br />Oh my sun...Let me see you one more time. . .<br />Dear clouds . . .move away from the moon. . .<br />Let me enjoy the beauty of the moon. . .<br />The river that flows next to my home. . ..<br />Please allow me to look at you. . ..<br />So that I can see myself. . .<br />Oh dear nature. . .please sing a melody<br />Please sing a song. . ..for me to hear. . ..<br />The fire in the next room. . .<br />Please burn a bit stronger. . .Am feeling weak. . .within myself. . .<br />Oh God. . ..may I ask you to grant me one more Day of life. . .<br />For I want to enjoy the world a bit more. . .<br />But, now I am being called by you. . .<br />And I need to come to u. . ..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-3456413649484005532?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-38930487790289787572007-01-27T16:15:00.000+05:302007-01-27T16:18:20.173+05:30Heart Beats are many...<br />Pulse Beats are many...<br />Breaths are Many...<br />But,<br />Life is only once...<br />Live it to the fullest!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-3893048779028978757?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757084019070636603.post-57561563773962831402007-01-27T12:44:00.002+05:302010-09-03T12:55:45.718+05:30<span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">The wide street lay spread</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Dew filled leaves swayed lightly in the air</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">The air was cold and soft</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">And the street was silent as light </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She stood on the side of the road</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">A damsel queen... so pretty to see</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Her hair swayed in the mild air</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She had some flowers in her hand to sell</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">On one side of the street</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Was an old fashioned house</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Through the dense dew,</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Just mildly could it be seen<br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She walked slowly with a silent song in her lips</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She could hear, from somewhere a slow beautiful music<br />Music like the flowing river…<br />So melodious like a lovers paradise…<br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">It was the violin playing…<br />That sensuous symphony….<br />Of the instrument of love…found its way </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">From the old house beside the road</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She walked to the house and waited… </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">No one did come from in…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She silently pushed the half open door…<br />Walked slowly inside the room…<br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">The curtains danced at the mesmerizing music…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">The room twinkled with that heavenly sound…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">There she saw in the middle of the room</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">An innocent young man…with a violin in his hands…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She walked with ample care..</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Not the slightest sound should disturb him…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Coz his music was so beautiful…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">That even a drop of dew should not tamper it…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She went next to him... but no!!</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">His dreams were colored black…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">His music had the beauty of the color black…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">He couldn't see her... Blind was he…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She sat next to him and listened in silence</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">The melody of the violin…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Lost in that divine paradise…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She didn't know she dropped a candle!</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">There! He stops playing…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">With anger in his eyes...</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Asks her in a rough voice..<br />"Who is there next to me?"</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Fear crossed her eyes!</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She asked him in a low voice</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Hoping he would calm down at her…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Hoping he would forgive her presence…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">"Would you buy some flowers?"</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">He stood up with anger in his face</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">"How dare you enter without me knowing?</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">You have no right to listen my music... Go Away!"</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">"Would you buy some flowers"?</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">"Go Away... I say... Leave!"</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She takes her steps back</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Starts to leave...</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;"> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">Welled with melancholy…with watered eyes… </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">She thanks him inside her</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">For the beautiful music and places a bunch of flowers</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#C0C0C0;">On his Violin...</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757084019070636603-5756156377396283140?l=winniejpanicker.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Winnie Panickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584691574970814779noreply@blogger.com0