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ഇനി ഒന്നു മരിക്കണം - എന്നിട്ട്‌ കാണണം, ആർക്കഭിമാനം ആകുന്നു ഞാൻ. ഏതോ യുഗത്തിൽ ജനിച്ചു മരിച്ചൊരു, അന്ന് മനുഷ്യനാം ഇന്ന് ദൈവത്തിനോ. അതോ പണിതുയർത്തിയ ആരാധനാലായതിനായി, മനുഷ്യനെ പിഴിയുന്ന മതത്തിനോ. സേവന പുതപിൻ കീഴിൽ ഒരു, സ്വാർത്ഥത മാത്രമുള്ളൊരു കൂട്ടത്തിനോ. അതോ രക്ത സാക്ഷികൾക്കായി, ഉറ്റുനോക്കുന്നൊരു രാഷ്ട്രീയ പക്ഷത്തിനോ. സ്നേഹിച്ചുവെങ്കിലും ഇല്ലെന്നു കേൾപ്പിച്ച, കാമുകി എന്ന സങ്കല്പത്തിനോ. അതോ കെട്ടിയത് മൂലം കൂടെ നിൽക്കുന്ന, ഭാര്യ എന്ന സത്യത്തിനോ. ആർകുമില്ലെങ്കിൽ പിന്നെന്തിനീ ചങ്ങല, എന്തിനെന്നെ ബന്ധിച്ചു നീ. സ്വപ്നങ്ങളിലേക് പറന്നുയരാൻ ചിറകുകൾ, എന്തിനു മുറിച്ചു മാറ്റി. നിബന്ധനകൾ ഏറെ നീ വച്ചുനീട്ടി, ജീവിക്കാൻ എന്നും ഈ ഞാൻ മാത്രം. കടപാടുകൾ മാത്രം അന്നും ഇന്നും, അതിനപ്പുറത്തൊരു ശൂന്യതയും. മരണത്തിലൂടെ ജയിക്കുമെന്നോർത്തു ഞാൻ, സന്തോഷത്തോടെ ഞാൻ കണ്ണടച്ചു. നാലുതോള് തന്ന് ആനയിച്ചെന്നെ നീ, വീണ്ടും കടപാടിൽ മുക്കി കൊന്നു. - Ju Ne

Fluttering wings of fire So desperate for freedom All I can see Is the world outside On the top of the voice I cried for mercy Till the feathers fell Off my body to the ground Deaf ears they pretend Chuckled on my pain All for a reason That anonymous gain Accustomed to the chains The seeking freedom When I found within Peace is what I’m living in Table turns for good Their persuading fell flat Gates were opened and The shackles set free. Fly to freedom they said Slowly chuckles replaced with mine Freedom is what I sought Freedom is where I am. - Ju Ne [Feedback is welcome as always]

She never said she did And how much I excited her But I knew she had it. Every single time she gaze And the longing I see in her Breaks me to core and pour. Couldn’t help, but submit Knowing I’ll lose myself She is, worth losing for. One among many to fall With a glimpse and urge To touch her lips and soul. Out from the sky I fly With distance in seconds Though as time stands still. Just in a hands reach About to touch and feel When time turns moments. Out from nowhere I tremble and got driven Far from her, the destiny. I did quench, though The thirst and the longing Not of the soul, but the soil. Died and buried underneath With love that lasted a life How long can I be captive? Will rise again from ashes And pour down on you again But, in another monsoon. -  Ju  Ne [A comment below would be the best thing you can give]

Far from the past I was running away All alone in the street Not a shadow to follow And I stumble on you. The roses in my hand Withered dried and died Still holding on together Though in pieces as petals And yes, I fall for you. One by one it fell As I let it off my hand Finally an empty hand In fact two, to hold you through And I start with you. A difference to make Left no stone unturned A rose for a change That’s a way to start And then I realized That’s always been the start. -  Ju  Ne [A comment below would be the best thing you can give]

   Crossing the seven seas, Millions of miles in reach, However far you go, With every high and low, You will always be - A part of me. I'll bathe you in colors, And every scent of flowers, Playing with the hue, With a masterpiece in view, You will always be - An art of me. In anguish my soul, Your breath is so cold, Unpleasant memories that unfold, Though whatever you hold, You will always be - Sweet heart of me. Loved and lost, Tasted as a pinch of salt, If ever again I long, To love a life lifelong, You will still be - That start of me. -   Ju  Ne [A comment below would be the best thing you can give]

  The scent of a woman, that specific woman; Torn clothes, and the cluttered linen; Prove the night we had. The moan that buried, beneath the fluttering window drapes; The bite marks, and the nail marks; The battle marks of making out. Dead on one’s feet, after a battle of fire and ice; Burning in desire was pleasing, so was melting to the core; All before I close my eyes.   The morning sun, and the sea breeze, pleased me indeed, but distraction needs something more, than her towel wrapped soul. With another smile, and another kiss, she fades away from sight; As I dissolve in the fantasy, Of the night we had.   - Justin Nen [A comment below would be the best thing you can give]

That ball of fire, Wandering in the sky, By the noon its heat, by the fall it's art. It moves ahead, From the head to horizon, Blending with hue, With every inch of move. And then it starts, The dance of the beauty, Majesticity of creator, And the dream of an artist. With every move, Making it more beautiful, Adding a tint of yellow, To mark the beginning. It moves further down, Adding pure to the tint, And now we see the rim, When the tones take over. Adding to the beauty, Is a drop of orange, And further down it goes, Adding pure to the plane. A ball of orange, Far near the horizon, Further enhances to shades, A wale to hide its beauty. Jealous of me, Staring at the beauty, I see those clouds, Like scattered sands. As the time pass, I try to convince them, And yes, they let me- To have a final glance. By the time its half, And it's more pure now, And thanking HIM for this, The ...