Ashika Murali Acharya

I fell by my tree mangled by an autumn's huff,   
I had sailed through those early mighty storms
But weathered away in some days pouring rain,
As I could no longer be so strong,
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Half of my life, I lived in my head,
In shades of grey, white and red,
Talked all to myself, all day, every day,
Fiddling in the mutiny of rights and wrongs,
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I was always, just a breath away,
But would you ever hear my silent songs,
Sung for you loud in my heart?
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When we are born, we are bound to decay,
Decay in the valley of time,
Often we forget this sour truth,
So mean, yet straight and strange at times,
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There sure would be a perfect reason,
For life to change in every season,
Slowly the gritty backdrop of my theater changed,
The actors continued on their stage.
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Reaching out for an unknown star,
Unsure of those destined paths,
Stretching the wings with all our might,
Soaring away from the nest so warm,
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What is poetry?
Sometime I ponder…
Is it a quest?
Or a reason?
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Fly high my little girl,
Time is now to soar and try,
We couldstitch a wing or two,
Show you distant moon and stars,
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I walked in dim light,
In an endless tunnel,
In a meaningless time
Heart packed in grief,
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I met him when I was two,
He told me that he was too.

We merried around with our hush and rush,
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Pursue those dreams to feel alive,
Where have i lost them in the race,
Never did i pause all through my way,
Winding path did take me long,
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Free yourself to be yourself,
Listen to that silence which envelopes you,
Unshackle the loads of expectations,
And explore the untraveled flexuous paths,
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എന്തിനൊ തോന്നിയൊരിഷ്ടം,
അറിയാതെ തോന്നിയൊരിഷ്ടം,
പറയാൻ മറന്നൊരിഷ്ടം.
അകലുമ്പോൾ തോന്നിയൊരിഷ്ടം,
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I wish that death blankets me now,
Do anyone up there hear my cry,
Or the silent screams of all the tears?
When you come with your ropes to tie,
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One last time I saw her there,
My buddy, my mate, a friend of my soul
Laying in the frozen bed of ice.
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Wish I could just stop this time,
Freeze it now and hold it tight,
For my son who has just turned three,
Where he knows no pain nor fret,
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തീരങ്ങൾ ഓരോന്നായി ചികഞ്ഞു തിരഞ്ഞു ഞാൻ,  
തണൽ അറിയാത്ത പാതകൾ പിന്നിട്ടുപിന്നെയും,
തേടുന്നതെവിടെയെന്നു അറിയാതെ പതറാതെ,                           
പിന്നെയും പറന്നു  ഞാൻ  വേറെയാ ലോകത്തിന്  മയകാഴ്ച കാണാൻ,
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What if I wake up to see,
That yesterday was just a dream
And I am still a baby of three,
Yet to learn my A B C.
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A tear that rolls down the cheek,
A smile that wryed at corner of the face,
The lips that dried with the brushings of winds,
The caustic silence that engulfs us,
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