My Heart

An unmoven lawn
All its blossoms gone,
Still reminiscing autumn, though outside
Its drapes are already drawn.
Every piece fallen apart
Yes, it is my heart...

The ripples in a lake
That take birth without a break,
Though living only for split seconds
Great commotion they make.
A flowing willow song by Mozart
Yes, it is my heart...

The sky after a rain
Or numbness after pain,
So trivial like a child tantrum
That in the end has nothing to gain.
Irrelevant as a missed dart
Yes, it is my heart...

"Pardesi Jana Nahi"

Today, our college closed for Onam holidays. We had class only till 12. We have a subject called visual news editing. For this, we have a theory class, an hour for shooting and a lab hour for editing. Today in the lab were editing our footage. We are divided into 3 groups of 15 students each. One of the group had done a follow up on the demise of Sri. K.M.Mathew, Chief editor, Malayala Manorama.. today while we were in the lab, one of the students from that group approached us and asked if we we could suggest a 'senti' song for the BGM while the file pics of Sri Mathew were being displayed. suddenly, one of my friends Chitra, well known for her incongruous stupidity, blurted out very seriously and loudly, "Da, what about Pardesi Pardesi Jana Nahi?" We had a hearty, insane, stomach acing laugh at her comment... hoping we have MANY MORE such interesting "mandatharams" from chitra, lemme say gunnyt for tonight...

kavi :)