World of Small Things

If I had the power to destroy,I would destroy the wars that  called for death   If I had the power to destroy,I would destroy the bullets in a hunter`s gun. If I had the power to destroy,I would destroy  the and shatter the spear  that pierces into the creatures skin. If I were god and had the power to destroy,  I would despoil the crooked and evil dark forces of  the reckless human mind.

T ime ticks away,and takes the seasons along like it`s beloved companion.Unruffled ,it arrives and passes away like unexpected trespassers . The inexorable inhabitants of this fading world have reputable and miserable opinions about these holy creations .Although they haven`t even a small right. Seasons are splendid phenomenons that cross the boundaries of the ordinary human beings.They change the face of the earth ,but all in a positive way.These remarkable changes are the expressions of the beryl planet that we live on .Seasons give us vivacity and some give us misery, as a consequence , many of the population deplore .But why bemoan when our actions are destruction?Misery is what we deserve. Happiness is what only kind souls should only procure. Spring is a genesis. A season that is a outset of lush greenery.The ecstasy of a new birth of nature is a thing that is absurd to be measured.The slender and bare trees usher in their nascent florets .It is a season that gives a ...

     As the godly existence flung his axe at an inconsiderable piece of land , an unknown horizon and its soil became a home to one of the most known states and an extravaganza of culture and religion. In other words it became  Kerala. Nestled between the ocean and the landmass , Kerala offers a great contribution to the history and heritage of our country.Its cultural importance lures me towards it. Kerala is one of the places where even time stopped to take a glance at its beauty.       As I stride through its villages and countrysides ,the paddy  fields greet me with their lush green colours and the palm trees wave their coconuts and brush them gently with their leaves like a mother does to a child .My eyes , overwhelmed didn't know where to look.       As I drift of to the cultural capital - Thrissur ,the proud winds  tell me of it's  golden role in the unmatched impression on the people around .I enjoyed the famou...

        Humans .The ruthless inhabitants of the changing world.These   inhabitants or we ourselves,have many faces at each distinct moment and at each tick of  the tireless hands of our fancy clocks that we hang in our homes.The face of the earth is mutating too.Its faces tell many stories;stories that may provoke or add a little humanity to our heedless thoughts.The earth is discoursing its tales of suffering and hardship.        The city. Where the lead smoke devours the blue skies and it`s companion,the stench of the garbage,that lies scattered and rotten on the poor face of our blue planet,arises with it and watches the notorious people ruin the natural creation from its hellish abode in the grey skies.One of the earth`s cruel murderers that is choking it to a slow death along with its inhabitants with a gripping strangle.                ...

It was monsoon in India.The raindrops splintered as it crashed against my window.The weather was as sulky as the buffaloes that wandered to and fro,brushing there black faces against the plants that drooped under the weight of the crystal clear raindrops.The rushing wind fiercely cut through the swaying trees like soldiers on a battle field. I sat with my hand pressed on my face watching the gloomy surroundings and the clouds that loomed above me.I felt quite disheartened to see that the sun had not pulled in to greet the morning sky.The raindrops rose up again as they splashed on the window sill. People rushed across the roads as the heavy rain drenched their clothes.The birds sat on the rough branches of the trees,preening their soaked feathers. The grey weather soon darkened the sky like a villain.Lights were turned on one by one in the houses,spreading the light out . I was fascinated at the sight of the shines from torches appearing in the distant horizon.It soon wiped the sulle...