ഋതുഭേതങ്ങളറിയാതെ പെയുന്ന മഴയുടെ തുള്ളികൾ, എവിടെ നിന്നോ ഒഴുകി വന്ന മരത്തിന്റെ ഇല പൊഴിച്ച ശിഖരത്തിൽ തട്ടിത്തകര്ന്നുപോയ്‌….

അന്നവിടെ മഞ്ഞുകാലമല്ലായിരുന്നു. 

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The EPIC love story


From the red horizon of happiness
Till the darkness of deep blue sea.
The crude memories of innocence
Till the furious fire of sex.
The red elixir of love,
The dreams which were taught to fly,
At the end – solitude,
My relationship status – single.

In the lavender pain sky
A star and the crescent
Shining to one another
Swimming naked in the dark matter.
They met at the North Pole,
But, eccentrics haunted them.
The moon was broken down,
And the love was molested

Deep down in the heart
The matrix of static love prevailed
As the super natural lust
Unbeaten across the universe
In the cross roads of love
The epic history of romance.
‘I will love,
you like and ever loved again’.

ഏകാന്തതയുടെ നിറം


ഏകാന്തതയുടെ നിറ-
മേന്തെന്നു ചോദിച്ചു ഞാന്‍
മനുഷ്യ രക്തത്തിന്‍ ചുവപ്പോ
അതോ, പ്രകൃതിതന്‍
ഹൃദയത്തിന്‍ ഹരിതമാണോ?
വെള്ളരിപ്പ്രാവിന്‍ തൂവെള്ള,
അന്ധകാരത്തിന്‍ ഇരുട്ടോ,
സൂര്യരശ്മിതന്‍ മഞ്ഞയോ
കര്‍ണ്ണകുണ്ടലത്തിന്‍ നീലയോ..?
ഗുരുവിന്റെ വാക്കുകള്‍
പറഞ്ഞു സ്നേഹത്തിന്റെ
നിറമാണ് നമ്മളില്‍,
അന്ധകാരങ്ങള്‍ ചൂടിയ
മനസ്സുകള്‍ കറുപ്പും
നഗ്നനേത്രങ്ങള്‍ കൊണ്ട് സൂര്യനെ
നോക്കുമ്പോള്‍; ചുവപ്പ്, വെള്ള,
നീല, മഞ്ഞ, പച്ചയും
മാഞ്ഞീടുകില്ല, കണ്ണിന്റെ
മിഴികള്‍ക്ക് തിമിരം വരുംവരെ
അപ്പോഴും ചോദിച്ചു ഞാന്‍
ഏകാന്തതയുടെ നിറമെന്തു..?Image

I’ve had a dream


It’s been after a short gap I’m with my blog

I’ve had a dream to become a millionaire.

On a great morning of Monday (it wasn’t pleasant enough since it was a Monday and there is another reason also, I’ll come to it). I was traveling in a bus from my home to the hostel I stay, in CUSAT after the weekend. I was sleepy; and in a hangover of being asleep for more than two hours. I looked outside and put my head through the window for a fresh, cool breath; Just for a change from the tight and closed environment inside the bus. The bus was full. It was a tedious job to reach the door ‘safely’ from my seat, However I managed to do that. And I stepped out of the bus.

It was couple of weeks before …. I stepped out of the bus and I walked. In that ‘free left’ road of the junction I saw something strange. A rare scene, at least for me in my life. I’ve seen such things before, but I don’t know why this struck my mind.

There was a waste bin on a not so cool side of the road. The wastes were spread over the road and the field beside that.

In India people do not categorize wastes into biological degradable, non-degradable or food and non edible. Those kinds of classifications are unknown to Indian families(I’m an Indian too and niether am I an NRI, but I’ve heard of such ways in foreign countries).

…… So, In that waste bin there were every kind of stuff, which includes the non recyclable and recyclable wastes.

On that bright day, a thought held my mind “The municipality is bound to work hard for waste management, but they are irresponsible. Take a look at this road, why have they left it this way?”

I happen to glance casually to the opposite side of the road while I was waiting for my next bus. An image on the other end caught my eyes.

A man, thin and lean; was sitting on the divider and eating the thrown wastes. His hunger had found some edible stuff in that ‘universal’ bin and he was eating with great eagerness and satisfaction. In his eyes I found a sparkle, the glittered eye of a heavily starved ‘rich man’ killing his hunger with delicious food. I was shocked for a couple of moments; But I walked away like a ‘usual’ man. Sadly, I could not figure out how hungry he would have been. He is a martyr who is being ignored and suppressed. He is a man who received his martyrdom from a society who needs metro rail project as soon as possible, who needs ‘Smart City’ to live, and the ash-push of a metro life style.

And a flashback found itself being remembered in my mind. Around a year back, When I was traveling in a car I had seen the same image, felt the same feeling. That day, I was going to attend a marriage function. A function of luxury; mouth-watering food, grand setup, beautiful decoration. Everything from a small welcome drink to a luxurious car was present there. I don’t know why I didn’t think about the matter further. Perhaps I was blinded by the luxury too. How can a greedy person (like me) genuinely become a millionaire?

Recently I happened to watch a movie – “Usthad Hotel”. In that I saw something more pathetic than what I had seen in real. But trust me guys, the real scene influenced me more than the movie shots.

And now, I’m bothered about them, sincerely. I’m bothered about the kids who do not have the provision for a good education, the old dying on the street only because they don’t get any help, support or care.

In India, 32.7% of the total population falls below poverty line with an income of 1.25$ per day, while 68.7% live on less than 2$ per day. One in three malnourished children worldwide are found in India. Multidimensional poverty Index found that 28.6% of the total population were living in severe poverty.

I have all luxuries in my life. I’ve good clothes, good pairs of shoe, the most advanced technology in my hands, a good home, a car, a motor bike. Anything and everything which helps to live my life exorbitantly. But trust me when I say this, I’m not the happiest man. I’m not able to enjoy the happiest moments, or moments which my friends call the happiest. I believe the case is not different for you.

Am I selfish? I really don’t know. Because when I’m sitting in front of my computer, the world at my finger tip, I’m not bothered about these kind of things – not a bit. What will happen if such a guy becomes a millionaire?

I heard a story, a story of a man; who is the CEO of one of the biggest company in the Middle East. One of the 120 richest men on earth. After giving all his property and money as charity he declared “Now I’m the poorest man on earth, But I’m the happiest.”

Now, at the present moment I want to be.. I’m going to be… I’m on my way to being a millionaire; not in terms of Dollars or Euros, but in terms of happiness and satisfaction. Yes, I’ve decided to become a millionaire, a millionaire with a vision for supporting the society for its own development and peace without expecting anything back.

And here is the answer for you Bill Gates, being a rich man doesn’t imply you are useful, which is more important.

I wrote this blog not to boast, but to invite . Lets put our hands and heads together for a powerful future.

I’m going to be a millionaire 🙂

— Jalib Akther


കാലത്തിന്റെ ദീപങ്ങള്‍



കാലം ദീപങ്ങള്‍ അണച്ചു
നിദ്രയിലേക്ക് വഴുതി
വീഴുമ്പോള്‍ പോലും
അവന്‍ ഉറങ്ങാതിരുന്നു.
എന്നോ വരുമെന്ന
അണയാത്ത ദീപങ്ങളെ,
നിങ്ങള്‍ തന്നെ സാക്ഷി,
നിങ്ങള്‍ തന്നെയാണ് സത്യവും.



The moon had risen into the night sky in a full round after a fortnight. Yet, in another fortnight, it had disappeared.

Along with the moon, my hopes, desires, wishes and will, too had vanished. Tears were common with every sun set. The twinkling of stars, were, as if it is a reflection of a severely shattered moon on my tears.

Your world was different from mine. Your ways distinct from mine. Your hopes abruptly seemed alien. The days felt as if we were no more one.

Life, tried teaching me to accept the fact that I needed to carve my own path. You will not be there to hold my hand. You were to come only when success was mine.

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Lone and tired, life held no more meaning. The place was as if filled with little termites in the form of humans, who, lived the God-gifted precious lives mechanically. In fact, the termites seemed to be more joyful.

Away from loved ones, every excitement and hope that the mind ever experienced, disappeared completely. I struggled to trace my vanished path, in vain. Tears resisted to flow, fearing that every tear sprinkled out hopes, one by one. Smile, I did, scared that else I may cry. Yet, every time the moon was to rise, my eyes and heart could no more stand the solitude.

And then, I gifted the stars, their little twinkle back. Perhaps, a child somewhere may wipe his tears on the sight.

I closed my gloomy day, believing a darker day and another twinkling night awaited me.

Least did I know, that a beautiful sun was to surface tomorrow.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Words held no meaning as we spoke. It was the presence that made the moments special.

The cemented blocks, though unnatural, suddenly seemed to be God’s creation; created so that we could meet, gaze at each other, utter meaningless words and feel the soothing calmness each other’s presence spread. Through the words thus spoken, the heart had its own little, yet deeply beautiful chat.

Life, at last was filled with all beautiful colors. Generously spreading bliss throughout.

The wooden bench situated at the corner, was as if it had been waiting for us. Waiting for our loving time together. Your words filled me with joy, not because of what you spoke, but because from then, your voice ran through my veins.

I slowly understood, that my notions were truly false. You were not to hold my hand towards success. You were to carry me there in your loving arms throughout.

Your sight gave me back every hope that I had lost. Life, now I knew, was to go the way I chose. Destiny, at last had given me every right.


“The bright moon was full once again. And every fortnight, it came down on earth in your form.”