Running from the people,
Running from the sarcasm,
Living without a purpose is a kind of travesty! !
Having regret all the time for doing something else in the past!
...
The Blossom of Flowers made us aware of the pleasant smell..
Starring at the thrush who enjoys the Blossomness of flowers..
The Feeling of spring gaves us gratification!
It felt like it is Blossom of love to both of us!
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Sick over myself!
Messing up the things
little too big :)
Tears pointed out my my past life..
...
Looking through her hair...
To that mocking bird who always been a backbone...
Trying to explain that;
I was made for her...
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You lived through my heart as a rhythm!
The Beat is strong as my love....
Sparkled as stars...
Bloomed as flowers...
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May someone will leave you,
May someone will hold you..
Times get badder than worst,
Times may not slowdown..
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Eyes closed, walked into peace
somewhere I wished to stay..
I just opened the door which is
waiting for me!
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I was alone when I woke up
It was deep dark through the alley,
It was wild either than mild
I was kept in a dark trough;
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ആടിയുലയുന്ന കാറ്റിൽ ഞാൻ തനിച്ച്...
കണ്ണുന്നീർ കയങ്ങളിൽ ഞാൻ ജീവനില്ലാത്ത മരകഷ്ണം- പോലെ ഉറഞ്ഞിരിക്കുന്നു..
ഇനിയും ഈ ഭൂമിയിൽ എത്ര നാൾ?
എന്ന ചോദ്യം ഒരു ബാക്കിപത്രം
...
She beared me from her soul,
She beared me from her pure blood,
She is always in a race with the sun to rise first-
She loved my wishes more than hers
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I'm on my way back from where I come from,
I'm on my way back hoping to make it someday..
You are still there in the mid way with your loved ones;
And I'm far away from from my loved one.
...
Found a big cute bow on the sky which projects magic everywhere.......
As a flower it made glow in my eyes....
It lighted up my life with hope to live to the fullest...
The Bow heralded it's way by the rain and we keep looking you as a miracle.
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Meera is a 16-year-old poet from the lush, lyrical state of Kerala, India, who began writing poetry at the age of 13. What started as a quiet outlet for her emotions has grown into a powerful way of expressing herself and connecting with others. Her poems are raw, honest, and deeply personal—each one capturing the delicate emotions of adolescence with clarity and courage. Meera's writing speaks directly to young hearts, especially those navigating the complexities of growing up. She explores themes such as love, identity, loneliness, vulnerability, and self-discovery, crafting verses that make readers feel seen and understood. Her goal isn't to impress—it's to express. She writes to feel lighter, and in doing so, helps others feel the same. Influenced by the timeless charm of old classics and vintage cinema, Meera draws creative energy from the slow beauty of the past. She finds comfort and inspiration in black-and-white movies, classic literature, and stories that leave something behind long after they end. These influences echo through her poetry, giving her work a reflective, almost cinematic tone. Rooted in her Keralite identity but universal in feeling, Meera's poetry bridges the personal and the shared. Whether she's writing late at night or lost in thought on a rainy afternoon, her words are an invitation—for connection, for reflection, and for finding beauty in the emotions we often hide.)
Projection Of Human Lives
Running from the people,
Running from the sarcasm,
Living without a purpose is a kind of travesty! !
Having regret all the time for doing something else in the past!
But not realising it though,
Looking through the reason for not to be happy.......
Trying to make stressed time from everything..
Trying to blackmail the present for not to live the future...
Crying over everything because don't know How To Live!
You will not realize the value of anything until it get lost!
Love will never get as your wish, Love will get as your work..
Being A Woman When I walked past through the woods, My admiration towards you just penetrate from the surface of my chest to just right into my heart.I have struggled for a long time for the feeling that I just suppressed for you.All of my flaws always been a flaw for you.I vehemently denied you because you are intolerable.You taught me how to be a haught and I become a rector; And I had conspired my life as Woman.