the place that screams.

people around ,yet alone
thickly crowded,
a shoulder away,
killing me but no i should rise ,
off the grid, fly with a heart,
no fear but lot of tear ,
off i go, away from my soul.

scream much, scream all you want,
but no one there whom you want,
dont look back, you may shed a tear ,
you may find something to squiggle around there.

the place that screams you see around ,
is the place that make you feel safe around,
oh place, may i find rest in thee,
for i seek no place but in thee..


Wagon wheel goes round and round !!

Fell off the wagon, but its alright !!

Realized nothing bad is gonna happen if you fall off your wagon and continues to be off it for a while.

Just pick yourself up from the dirt ,shake it off  and walk again.

Yes, nothing will be same again.But one things for sure , you get to see the changed you  and many other changed you’s around you.

That is by all odds a treat !!


Brick blocks !!

Brick blocks..just like as in from a lego set.

Some in blue.some in mauve..some are white or even  in the most vibrant shade you can ever imagine.

Laughs &pleasure  from many , tears from few . .

Still all say that is the place to be ..aint the place to be , be the place your heart yearns for?




Goat life!

An amazingly plotted story, can’t believe that a human had to grapple with all these trouble. The height of desperation of man is well portrayed in this story. Emotions and reality in a well poised manner. cant explain how overwhelmed I am ,after reading this story..
Somewhere in the middle, realized that each one of us has a Najeeb in us desperate enough to run away from the clutches of the life around us.

Thank you Mr Benyamin for such a beautiful piece of work..and to all the Najeebs out there, don’t just quit yet…you will never know what’s in store for you…


A thought to share.Moreover like a review.

Today , read “Sthreeyum nagaravum (Women and cities ) ” , a collection of short stories by the celebrated Shri M.Mukundan.Yes, all through the stories it reflected the human conditions, to be precise, each one favoring women.No offense, but at many places, the male chauvinism was popping up..Or is that how it should be? How reckless and cruel , the men around us can be with the women.

Amusingly i gotta ask, why was the reckless and cruelty of our women not portrayed?It would have been better if  the two sides of the coin was depicted anywhere in the story..Instead of showing the vulnerability , weakness and helplessness of women, may be a  strong , bold , or even a ruthless women would have been a better choice and a little more empowering for the readers, i feel so!!

Just another harrowing thought to share.



Who am I?

A ‘hippity-hoppity’ person,who eagerly want to demolish the nutshell and decamp from the humdrum of her life…

that’s one way of putting it….

Another way would be,a person who is born to be a child ,with so much reluctance to grow up!!

So there it goes, the gist of me !! 



Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep