Indian Thinker : Mr Endangered Thoughts

It began like a spark I didn’t expect, one glance, and suddenly butterflies I thought I had outgrown were back. With that presence near me, I felt younger, like life had quietly handed me back a piece of my lost youth. The joy was raw, almost frightening in its intensity. Since then, I’ve been walking around carrying this storm inside me. I think of it every minute, on the road, at work, even when I’m trying to focus elsewhere. Yet my hands stay tied. I can’t speak, can’t reach out. That helplessness stings, but it also makes the feeling burn brighter. When it ended, I felt unfinished. No closure. Nothing was spoken, nothing asked. I walked away carrying silence as much as I carried love. That silence has been heavy. So I poured it out in words instead, poems, notes, quiet whispers meant only for a blog page or for myself. In them, I spoke indirectly: “You know I’m talking about you. Reach for me.” In them, I captured the strangeness of love, how it makes you restless, yet gives j...

  I walked into a room of fleeting hours, faces came and went like passing showers. But one stayed -  not in the room, but in my mind, like an echo that refuses to fade. We never spoke the way I wished, never carved the silence into words, yet I carried whole conversations with you in the quiet corners of my heart. You don’t know how many words I swallowed back when you were near, how many times I wanted to break the air just to say— it’s you I’ve been waiting to meet. I’m not asking for promises, not asking for forever. Just one message, one sign, one spark— to tell me I wasn’t alone in this. Yes, I am talking about you. If you’ve read this, you know how to find me.

  It’s not every day that butterflies return, fluttering in a heart that thought it had learned. Strange, how a glance can pull back the years, and youth walks in, brushing off the fears. At night I wonder, quietly, alone, can love be reborn, seeds suddenly sown? Does she feel it too, this unspoken fire, or is it just me, caught in desire? I cannot confess, the words never flow, I just hope my silence is something she knows. That, perhaps, she’ll come near to me, as if love itself willed our destiny. Isn’t it weird, this funny disguise, a joy that hides in sleepless eyes? Isn’t it strange, how it makes you smile, even if it lasts just a little while? It is weird, it is fun, it is tender above, it is nothing and everything -  it is just love.

  A city which I came in haste, a city with a lot of taste. Mumbai now but Bombay then, and no one knows here when is when. Cars and trains and jumbo trucks, Metro, Mono, Sea link works. Fun and feisty when it gets, But I have only been here nuts. May be its not this city, that I didn't find this city witty.

  One thing is to lose something, It is different when you know you will lose and you wait for it to happen. It is a feeling of certainty in uncertainty.  It feels horrible, it feels mad, It feels as if a pound of iron on your chest. No other way to get rid of it, you move, you wait and you calmly anticipate. You need to reach there at that time,  the time which feels distant every time. It will come, for sure it will come But till then I have to carry this numb.

We don’t decide who our parents are,  we don’t decide who our children are. All we decide is who we are. Be the parent we wished we had, Be the children we wished we had. Life is this simple, all we have to do it is to just just pause  and be who we wish others were.

What if the question looms above the head a halogen balloon What would have changed, If I had felt then not that strange. Who could have solved  when it was not easily resolved. Questions that cloud us about the past within us. Haven’t met a guy or a gal who is not demented by these pasts so tall. Do we live in the present, or a present which always peeps into the past. We live in the past, everywhere, everytime, all at once. We are the prisoners of time.

Sometimes you want to sleep, curl up and cry You wonder what good it will do But its worth a try May be its the secret sauce for all your worries to fry. You know you can’t do it Still the world is there looking for you Like as if it expects you to be you The you, that you don’t know anymore Put up that smile, comb up those hair You might not really need you now But out there, there are who really want you to be you Because they know all is you  and not the you, you have become.

  When will we back again together? When will we fund ourself back? Time flies so does space. May be we both find someone in haste. Put together all the memories we had, Will it not amount to something glad. Far away from all the light At top a big blue height We both will find our true height. Till then it’s good bye but its not any high.

Funny thing, this world is, Always sends me a googly or two. In search of love, I wander, Never have I ever felt this. I don’t know what to do— Should I laugh, should I cry, Should I shout, should I growl? All I know is that deep pain, Sitting in my chest, Trying to burst out, But I don’t know what it is.

There is a Void in My Life There is a void now in my life, A space I thought could never exist. It feels as if I’m standing in a cold desert, Nothing in sight for leagues, just emptiness. I see trees stripped bare— No leaves, no flowers, no life, Just the shadows of a glorious past. I am a sorcerer, trying to open portals To realms I imagine are bright and alive. A few doors open, then close too soon, Vanishing like fleeting illusions of hope. I crave human touch, a whisper of warmth, I see people through the portals, But they never seem to notice me back. Some speak—for a moment—and then fall silent, Like this world we share has ceased to exist. It’s hard, and it’s cold, yet I must endure, Though I don’t know how long, or when warmth will come, I must go on, until I find spring once more. The poet tweets @oru_pavam_nair The image used is AI Generated

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