tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72775644378488989482024-02-19T23:47:13.754-08:00Signatureit is my experience,thoughts,desires and dreamssajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277564437848898948.post-51923429454302079222011-12-29T08:00:00.000-08:002011-12-29T08:00:08.259-08:00Freedom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I am alone and a free man,</div>
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I have broken the chains,</div>
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That surrounded me like a snake.</div>
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I cut down its head first, then the tail.</div>
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The wind of freedom was warm,</div>
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It brought a new smell in the air.</div>
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The new sky has different colours</div>
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It coloured my thoughts more than ever.</div>
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I walked and walked, fearing no one.</div>
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I was not followed, and I never followed.</div>
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Future never bothered me,</div>
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And the past never haunted me.</div>
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I am free; a complete free man.</div>
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</div>sajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277564437848898948.post-64848913024290741472011-08-13T07:56:00.001-07:002011-08-13T07:56:58.590-07:00Love and LustI saw her
<br />She was beautiful
<br />Look like an angel,
<br />Coming from heaven
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<br />I heard her
<br />Her voice was music,
<br />Coming from a sitar
<br />It rejoiced my ear.
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<br />I kissed her
<br />It was sweet as honey
<br />It made me frenzy.
<br />I enjoyed its intoxication.
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<br />I loved her
<br />Her love was painful.
<br />I could not bear it
<br />It wounds my heart.
<br />sajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277564437848898948.post-8289876574478954832011-08-04T09:02:00.000-07:002011-08-04T09:03:26.140-07:00Waiting for youI have been here for a long time<br />Waiting for your come back.<br />I am not sure whether you come <br />To me or leave me for ever.<br /><br />But you can never erase me from<br />Your heart or from your thought,<br />I was the first one in your life<br />And will be the last one too.<br /><br />The days we spend together were<br />Most memorable and valuable,<br />You have gifted me the most valuable<br />That the nature preserves with you.<br /><br />You gave me new status and<br />I was being honored in that.<br />It can not be taken back by any one <br />Even if we separate for ever<br /><br />Separation is the law of nature,<br />But Separation is possible only<br />If the heart desires, and I hope<br />You may not think so.<br />It is my desire to stay with you.sajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277564437848898948.post-81512137777758543622011-08-01T07:57:00.000-07:002011-08-01T07:58:52.381-07:00Every one is strangerShe was sitting in front of me<br />Face to face, in a moving train.<br />She was in blue dress, which made<br />Her more attractive and<br />I was infatuated by her beauty.<br /><br />She was watching the passing<br />Scenery through the window<br />And some times looking at me<br />To see whether I was listening <br />Or not interested in her.<br /><br />Her eyes were beautiful,<br />Her fingers were beautiful.<br />When she realized that I was<br />Watching her, she just put her<br />Curly hair in front of her left shoulder,<br />That made her more beautiful.<br /><br />I could understand through<br />Her eyes that she had lot of things<br />To say to me, and I had too.<br />But we were absolutely strangers.<br />Before fall in love every one<br />Is stranger to the other<br /><br />But it was not a love.<br />It was just an infatuation,<br />When I was about to leave<br />I could read her eyes.<br />It was asking me to say<br />I love you…………sajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277564437848898948.post-30331288047256241602011-07-20T09:19:00.000-07:002011-07-20T09:20:42.962-07:00I am alone here....I am alone here,<br />Nobody is here to console me,<br />I was weeping, weeping in<br />Thought of the lost one<br /><br />I never want to lose<br />Any thing in life, even if<br />Every thing is to lose.<br />What I have now and what<br />I am going to have in life<br />Will be with me all time.<br /><br />It is my desire, desires keep<br />Me to stay in this world,<br />The world has every thing that<br />We would like to have.<br /><br />But we do not get what we desire<br />We may get few things and<br />We may lose so many things.<br />It is immutable law of nature<br />And we have to obey it.sajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277564437848898948.post-51808852516719238322011-07-15T09:46:00.000-07:002011-07-15T09:48:53.596-07:00You have been lovedIt was my dream to love you<br />Even if you did not love me,<br />Everyday, I dream about you.<br />You were with me in all the season.<br /><br />In rainy season, we both were<br />Under one umbrella, shoulder to <br />Shoulder, drenching all over<br />And walking through the street.<br /><br />In summer, we both were under<br />The shade of a big mango tree<br />Sharing the sweetest moment of life<br /><br />In winter, we both were under<br />One blanket enjoying the heat <br />Of our sigh and the sweat.<br /><br />In autumn, you blossomed<br />Like a tree which has full<br />Of yellow flowers.<br />You showered it on me, and<br />I was buried in the pool of flowers.sajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277564437848898948.post-49594789627167602512011-07-11T08:56:00.000-07:002011-07-11T08:57:59.931-07:00It was on a rainy season........<div style="text-align: justify;">It was on a rainy season I was transferred to head office at calicut.A fifty kilometer journey was needed to reach at head office. All the morning of those days, in heavy rain I traveled in parasuram express. The journey in train and the work in head office were most memorable in my office life. I got lot of good friends in train and in office. It is not easy to mention the whole people who traveled with me in train. My colleague shajid introduced me to every one in the train. I still continue his friendship. In my office I had good friends, one among them was shajith a computer genius and others were madhu, Praveen, pappettan etc.those</div>Days in heads office helped me in transforming my behaviour to a great extent .from there I gained little knowledge in operating computer and internet. The very next month after I joined head office I bought a computer, and my friend shajith taught me how to operate the computer and internet .with his help I started blogging in internet. Now I have three blogs of my own, even though my friends are not putting any comment on it I still continuing my posting. The evening journey in passenger train was very interesting. The travelers in the passenger train were madhu, shajid, babu, shajith and I. the passenger train stops all most in all station between Calicut to vatakara.so we got lot of time to talk. We discussed about so many things under the sun .I had so many experience while traveling in train. One of such experience was shared in my blog signature and vathmeeki. It was published in our bank’s house magazine “akathalam”. It was Sunil who did the entire work to release the magazine. He was an interesting character, I liked him very much. I spent three years in head office; those three years were most memorable. After those three glorious years I was transferred to branch where I worked earlier, it was also on a rainy season. I think the rain does play a good part in my life.sajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277564437848898948.post-89306441276327859512011-07-05T09:44:00.000-07:002011-07-05T09:45:54.423-07:00A day is endingA day is ending,<br />It never comes back. <br />It never comes back to<br />Wipe your tears.<br />It never comes back to<br />Make you laugh again.<br />It is lost, let it go and<br />Hope for tomorrow. <br /><br /><br />The day might have given<br />You good memories<br />Those memories you want<br /> To remember forever<br /><br />The day might have given<br />You worst memories<br /> It may haunt, even though <br />You try to forget them.<br /><br />Do not worry, whether it is<br />Good or worst. Those memories<br />Follow you for sometimes.<br />And will draw back as <br />The time passes by.sajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277564437848898948.post-30196921209218813552011-07-01T09:38:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:41:27.129-07:00IF YOU COULD BE A RIVERTo me you are like a poem, <br />Which is not written…..?<br />The words are in my heart,<br />But it is not easy to express.<br /> <br /> *****************<br /><br />You are like a flower,<br />Which is yet to pluck…?<br />But the fragrance is spreading<br />All over my place, where<br />I am living.<br /><br /> ******************<br />You are like a river of love,<br />Which flows in to the sea….?<br />I wish if I could be that sea<br />So you will flow in to me every year,<br />Every month, every weak, every day<br />Every hour and every moment<br />Without any delay<br /><br /> *******************<br /><br />I wish if you could be<br />A poem or you could be a flower<br />Or you could be a river…..<br /><br /> -----------------------------sajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277564437848898948.post-2034651660433011532011-06-25T09:22:00.000-07:002011-12-06T08:11:05.612-08:00Are you an angel………?Days were dark to me,<br />I thought either I was blind<br />Or the world was dark<br /><br />I was walking, walking in search of light.<br />Thinking light was nowhere near<br />I had to cover a long distance.<br /><br />All of a sudden, I got a hand<br />It was yours, very soft, but very caring<br />You led me through the darkness<br /><br />I never saw your face,<br />Was it gorgeous or not.<br />But I was sure it might have beautiful<br />Because the hands were very soft,<br />The voice was very simple<br /><br />You showed me the light<br />It was brighter, and brighter than your face.<br />I was seeing the light for the first time,<br />The world was beautiful through the light.<br /><br />I felt light lead our life,<br />Those who shows the lights are Angels<br /><br /> …………………………………..sajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277564437848898948.post-65454610169684379842008-07-16T10:36:00.000-07:002009-04-11T04:14:26.351-07:00DEATH IN TRAINTrain arrived at the station on time. It came late only on few occasion, since I started my journey to my working place. Almost all people from kannur, Tellicherry and Vatakara, who are working in Calicut city and its suburbs heavily depends on this train. It starts its journey four O’clock in the morning and end at six O’ clock in the evening. It covers almost all districts in Kerala. We usually travel in second compartment from engine. While considering other compartments it has not much rush. Besides this, this compartment stops out of the platform and we can avoid rush from the next station. Recently other passengers came to know this secret and started traveling in this compartment.<br /><br />“Come fast, there is seat”. My friend said. The train was about to stop. I wondered. Is there seat? I rushed in to the compartment, but couldn’t reach that place. Then how a seat vacant there, I thought. “A man’s dead body is there”, a passenger said. “Come, let us see who is that” my friend said. We reached there in between the passengers who were standing. The compartment was filled with passengers as usual, only that seat was empty except that old man’s body. The half part of the body was lying on seat and the rest was on the floor. There was no shirt on the body; a piece of cloth covered his nakedness. He was a wandering man. No one in the compartment was listening; all were engaged in their activities.<br /><br />Death is certain, when it happens. The distance between life and death is how much? All are uncertain. All people know all are to die, but never think of their own death. Passengers around the body were not bothered about the old man’s death, because he was a stranger and also a nomad. But bother, if it happens to somebody who is very close.<br />He might be roaming for so many years, he might be a son, or he might be a father. But today he was alone. Nobody was there to weep on his death, his body was lying there as a strange dead- body.<br />In the opposite seat six passengers were traveling. Among them two young hearts, they usually travel in that compartment, were not in the world. They were unaware of the old man’s death, they might be thinking of eternity, eternity of love. A passenger next to the lovers deeply involved in reading a book. It seems that he had to gain little more knowledge before his turn. The things that you have gained in your life may not go with you in to the grave, but knowledge, it will. A passenger on berth was in deep sleep, he did not even know the death of old man under his berth. Sleep is just like death, which helps every one to get out from worries for a little while.<br /><br />The soul of old man might be laughing at the passengers. “You lively people, you are the unluckiest in the world, because you have life”.<br /><br />Train reached at the Calicut station. The body was taken out from the compartment, and a doctor who waited there confirmed the death. After the usual formalities, police had taken the lifeless body of that old man to the medical college hospital. Train continued its journey, carrying the unluckiest to reach the destination.<br /><br /><br />__________________________sajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7277564437848898948.post-37973408358080357182008-07-16T10:33:00.000-07:002008-07-16T10:35:48.499-07:00FIRST DAY AT SCHOOLShe was only three and seven month age. When she was about two and half, I used to tell her about the school where she is going to study. She heard everything very interestingly and commented so many things. I often thought about my daughter, what she would be doing at school. Should she sit in the class till the school time, or should she show any laziness for going to school. I hope all the things will go smoothly and she will become a good girl in the school.<br /><br />Once she saw an advertisement of a mobile phone company on television, in which a dog is helping a girl by bringing her socks before going to school. She asked me to have a dog of that kind for her. I told her that I would buy such a dog for her when she going school. She repeated the same thing when ever she watches that advertisement.<br /><br />The school will open on second June, but the admission starts two months earlier. On first week of April my wife and I, with my daughter went to school for admission. We all went to school on foot. The school was not far from my house; besides this I wanted my wife to study the route to school. On the way my daughter asked so many things about school. She walked all the way from home to school without showing any tiredness.<br /><br />Day before opening the school I felt some kind unhappiness from my daughter’s speeches and behavior. But she never told that she would not go to school. She asked only for that ‘little dog’. On the very special day morning she woke up early. I brushed her little teeth, grand mother bathed her and I dressed her in the school uniform. My mother, wife and I went to school with my daughter. The school is one of the bests in our town. “What is the name?” asked the teacher. I showed the admission card and said “Mallika”. My daughter’s class was LKG-A, we all went to the class room, teacher took her to the class room and gave her a seat. I felt that she was not happy. Her smartness has gone some where. She sat on the chair putting her head down. Almost all children in the class room were crying. We waited outside; she was sitting in the same manner. The atmosphere in the school was filled with the cry of little children.<br /><br />After a few minute I went to the class room. When she saw me, she came running to me. I felt that her little heart was not enough to bear the situation. We all insisted her with good word to sit in the class room, but all in vain. Finally teacher put some energy and took her to the class room, and asked us to go outside. She was crying very loudly. I could hear her cry separately among other children. My heart hurt by the thought of my daughter. What would be she thinking now, does she think her father and mother left her alone. When such thoughts were going through my mind I saw my daughter, running out from the class room, and a teacher ran after her and caught her at the school ground.<br /><br />After some time I peeped inside the class room to see what my daughter is doing. She was not crying loudly, but weeping, she was tired. Teacher said to me “if you want to take her home, you can, but only today. Tomorrow onwards she has to sit here until the school time”.<br /><br />Then we all went back home. On the way I was thinking what would be the next day.<br /><br /> <br /> __________________________sajith kumarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07553431277081825483noreply@blogger.com1