Who are we?

Who are we?
Have you ever wondered?

I know...all of you have been reasoning all through your life....
so Who are we???

I say.....
we are nothing....
we all are just remainders of successive division...

Religion divides us.
Race divides us.

Languages classify us.
Regional boundaries testify us.

Political parties influence us.
Competitions measure us.

Currencies define us.
Power categorises us.

we are left overs of prestige...
we are the off spring of ethics...

we are the bastard children of society...

I say...
we are nothing....
we all are just remainders of SOCIETY'S successive division..
nothing...just byproducts of human lust...

_Nithin Manakkat

Relativity

Twin sisters,they are...
similar tastes,they have...
One is a vicious virgin,
other one-a kindhearted whore.

- Nithin Manakkat

A Friend on Rent

I had friends,lots of friends,
many left and many others..left sooner.
So,this time,I took a friend on rent,
forever to stay;
and in return,I just have to pay.

It was easy for me,
since my only friends were money and four naked walls staring at me...
They were nice friends,
they are nice friends.
The Wall- a good listener;
Money- bought me happiness and today a well wisher.

But then I always missed something in them,
something human,as important as freedom.

They...they were never jealous of me..no ego..no self-esteem
and never jealous.

You see, a well wisher does not wish well always..
I see it as a nice part;
keeps them alive,makes us human.

But now I have this friend of mine ,
who is happy when Im happy;
And who thinks its his smile which makes me smile,
but actually,its something in his eyes,hidden behind his smile...

-Nithin Manakkat

Nirvana

Paint virgin rose-white to red
in maidenhead's blood,
celebrate the onset of love in a sigh of lust,
before we merrily blend in dust.

Lights dim,
charging up whim;
Time to rise,
in orgasmic cries.

Night was harmonic,
Our love-hedonic;
Her sweat-fuel of moon's light,
'Heat'-beat of the night.

Our shadows undressed under the shade of moon,
I was crawling out of boyhood cocoon,
moments passed,melting in her milky skin,
lighting my soul with her 'Light Within'.

Our face had a shine,
with a feeling divine.
My emotions were of a flying kite;
held her close..closer and tight.

I have found the key,
key to the maze of Kama.
I have found the ladder,
ladder to Nirvana.

-Nithin Manakkat

How will it be ?

How will it be?
If 'your' God granted you a wish,
Fondly,you will take the kiss,
losing yourself in a dreamy bliss.

How will it be?
If you could give eyes to every blind,
He could see the world,which he always pictured in mind,
To live some moments,in future to rewind.

How will it be?
If you had the power to change time,
to go back in past and stop a crime,
by killing man's hunger for the dime.


How will it be?
If each time,one cut a tree, their loved one died,
They will also cry, like the leaves once cried,
and leaving mother nature...with the fear of being love-deprived.

How will it be?
If our world was made a happier place,
no fights on caste and not biased to race,
every single child was loved and embraced.

How will it be?
When 'our' God had granted you a wish,
and 'everyone's happiness' was your wish,
rather staying foolishly selfish.

-Nithin Manakkat