പൂമരക്കൊമ്പിലെ കൂടും തേടി
വേനല് ചൂടില് പിടയുന്ന ആത്മാവിനു അക്ഷരങ്ങള് കൊണ്ട് തീര്ത്ത വസന്തകാലം
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
The one who died, Before born are the luckiest
Life is an oasis
You may see many colours
But in fact life is colourless
The one who died,
Before born are the luckiest
Monday, April 13, 2015
A lonely man
Now I realize the depth of your words
The last words before you give up
Yes, I am quite alone in the universe,
and extremely in the dark
I know I am a strange man for all
I was always alone even though,
I belong to a crowd
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