A lonely new year | Personal Journal #3

a lonely new year | personal journal

Here I am! On my bed, looking at the things in my room. Even the lifeless things in my room(fan, clock, mirror etc) seems to have life. While I, who is breathing, is lying on bed lifelessly. What an irony! I blame my friend circle for my current condition. My friend circle is shrinking day-by-day(as… Continue reading A lonely new year | Personal Journal #3

What is forever mine? | Personal Journal #3

what is forever mine

Once Perumthachan and his son Kannan were busy creating a dome of a temple.  “Perumthachan” literally means master carpenter. He was a legendary carpenter in Kerala who had a social status that others can only dream of.  Despite having great skills, Perumthachan never demanded the money he deserved and lived as a poor man. His son,… Continue reading What is forever mine? | Personal Journal #3

Restart – A short breakup poem by a pessimist

breakup poem

Creating a new relationship, especially a romantic relationship, is creating a chance to hurt yourself in the future. Love and breakup are connected like life and death. This is a short poem about a pessimist guy who sincerely loved his sweetheart very much. Unfortunately, his sweetheart left him for another rich macho man. This is… Continue reading Restart – A short breakup poem by a pessimist

I regret waking up | A short poem about every morning of a pessimist

i regret waking up a short poem pessimist

Which one is the worst? A life full of happiness and success but an old-age full of suffering and painful death. A life full of failures but a painless death. No problems of the old-age. I think option 2 is the best. Because, if you see life and death as an academic year, life is a series… Continue reading I regret waking up | A short poem about every morning of a pessimist

Sorrow of a prostitute

Sorrow of a prostitute by unni babu

It was a starry night and the cold wind blew through the window. The prostitute was tired and relaxing on the bed after a few hours with her client. She started to shiver as her naked body was embraced by the cold wind, and so she walked towards the window to close it. She heard… Continue reading Sorrow of a prostitute