ചിലങ്ക

Stairway to Heaven!

It was cloudy around me
hiding all feelings of a human..
It was cloudy around me
generating a self-delusion.
A light resembling a halo
shined against me with a day glow.
Stairs appeared in front of me,
and I started climbing impusively.
Those were near to infinity, arranged
with pretty and premium flowers.
I met some people on the
landings in between..
No one asked who am I,
No one bothered on where I am going,
No one reminded me 'you are a Girl'.
But everyone wore a warm smile,
which gave a solace saying we are with you.
Later I was knowing  they were steps to heaven,
The stairway to heaven,where
I am going to meet the biggest creator.
I am going to the real heaven where
I won't be judged on my gender,
my caste ,my health or wealth.
But the next second I woke up
the actuality around reminded me
with an error message :
'such a heaven doesn't exist'...

Story of stories..

I had a pen full of ink,just like
my heart filled with random thoughts.
I had a book with papers blank,just like
my mind clueless on what to write.
The ink started flowing to the pen nib,
as I made up my mind to write stories.
Then the blank paper started speaking
the stories of pain,of grudge,of joy,
of trust,of cheat,of abuse and violence.
Once finished,the papers flew in the air
with the flapping sound of wings.
On asking,it spoke: "We aren't just stories..
but the untold life of many souls."
It was then they got liberated from the curse
when penned by one to be read by others.

The glorious night!

Intruding to the full moon night
The serenity blocked me from moving.
The shady sky looked gorgeous
In her dark gown with moon and stars.
The sound of night seemed strange to me
But gave me the pleasure of sweet melody.
The ambience as of an untold story,
reminded me to be a floating princess..
Into the woods,I walked, putting on my hoods.
The nightingale's song was meloncholy,
which conveyed it's solitary life completely.
The river was flowing in silence ,
as if not to expose it's shyness.
The unique calmness made me realize,
Nothing can replace this, with what man buys

If I had a time machine..

If I had time machine,I would've 

turned it to my golden school days.
And won't ever allow it to tick again.
The nostalgic era where I had
those lovely friends, caring teachers,
the wanted enemies and all were
the never fading faces.
Those little quarrels,bunking of classes,
amusing crush stories,exciting gossips
and those cute, little fights.
Little did I know, they were
changing ,to creating memories,
from creating fun.
A phase which mould me to what I am,
A phase which gave me family like friends.
A phase with no thought of future world,

A phase which we lived in the present world.

രൗദ്ര

Being a mother is never easy

"Being a mother is never easy".
Hearing the quote since my childhood
made me to believe what was said.
Being a mother is never easy.

When asked about the hardships,
all were eloquent with the 9 month hurdles,
morning sickness,food cravings,
and the pain suffered during parturition.

But no soul spit even a word on
post partum mess,which shatters me,
the sleepless nights  that puts me down,
The melancholiness  that turns me mad.

I too admit,Being a mother is never easy.
It isn't just the 9 months ,
But many more to go...
& regardless of all these,mumma loves u😘