You are beautiful.
You are beautiful enough
To make the candle melts him self
To see your face .
You are beautiful enough
To make the cool wind take time
To send you flying kisses behind the waving curtain .
You are beautiful enough
To make the moon peep through the ventilator
Just for a look .
You are beautiful enough
To make the drops slow down
While dragging through the glass window.
You are beautiful enough
To make the breeze busy while collecting the fragments
From each flower for you.
You are beautiful enough
To make the stars keep their eyes half open
Even they feel sleepy.
You are beautiful enough
To make the pink night dress looks perfect
When close to you .
You are beautiful enough
To make the wine glass pour very less
While each time your lips touch him.
You are beautiful enough
To make me to try something new
To keep you smiling.
And this make you really beautiful.
You are my love.
വിടരുന്ന മൊട്ടുകളിലുതിരുന്ന സൂര്യന്റെ
കിരണങ്ങളെക്കാള് അഴകുണ്ട് നിന്നില്.
മഞ്ഞു പൊഴിയുന്ന ഡിസംബറില്
പുലരിക്കു ഗായത്രി പാടി
അവന്റെ കിരണങ്ങള്
ഓരോ പുല്നാമ്പിലും തീര്ക്കുന്ന
വര്ണങ്ങളത്രയും സത്യമാണെങ്കില്.
എന്റെ പ്രണയമെ...
ഗന്ധങ്ങളൊന്നും തന്നെ ഇല്ലാത്ത
നിന്നെ ഞാന് ശ്വസിക്കുന്നു.
വെറുതെ...
എനിക്കു ജീവിക്കാന് വേണ്ടി മാത്രം.
From the day I recognize colors in life, she was my favorite .
Used to come to my garden almost everyday.
I like her zig-zag movements,
Steps on each flower like an English dancer.
May be every-time she left a drop for next day.
For me to see her again.
Do you know ?one-day I touched her!
She sit on my nose.
I stud still, breathless to keep her for a long time.
It start raining ...for days...no! weeks?..months?
Feel like years I wait.
One day she came ; shivering her beautiful wings.
Sit on my 'Blue rose' ,
The rare one , And start dancing like an angel .
I was very near to her; Still I want her .
May be I was hurry ! caught her in my hand.
Very close to my eyes.Wow! I could see myself in her eyes.
I fly with her round the garden .
Danced with great joy.
When I took her again near to my face.
To watch her facial expressions.
She was sad!!. But no tears.
May be she don't like it.
It start raining... I let her fly...
Scratched my fingers in my white shirt while running back to home.
Mom, " I caught her today"
Mom: "whom?"
" The butterfly."
Mom:"How is she ?"
"Beautiful"
Mom:"Let me see"
"I let her fly"
"The bowed head boy scratched her colors from shirt" and from heart.
"She may come back or not" love her a lot...
"Love her sitting on my blue rose".
"Happy".
And while zoom out we touched a face! .
A little face! with tiny water drops ...
Drops all over her scratched wings!
"The Butterfly".
