Holiday Thoughts

Now we seem too alone in two capitals, but tied with finger tips on a Smartphone.
We are still wandering through the memories of one capital, in which we lived before.
Today the same sleepy holiday unites us with same chemistry of solitude.
Not only the non washable dress, but also the non washable mood, unites us.

When you saw me, definitely I know, you feared about me.
You know? When I saw you, I was poetic about your brother, called Brahmaputra.
Love makes me poet, poetry make me lover,
And you give me one more river into my list of lovers.

The day which we shared, in the form of friendship, love, food, place didn’t come again.
But you can give me those memories in a cup of tea by adding boiled rice powder.
Instead of all these ways of loving, I will give you the harvest of my dreams,
So please come to see my dreamland, on before the land turns to hay color from green.

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Gopakumar Pookkottur

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Information Assistant, Press Information Bureau, Trivandrum, Kerala. Born on November 14, 1982 to Shri. Gopalan and Smt. Karthyayini in Pookkottoor, in Malappuram District. Received BSc in Physics from Calicut University. Earned Masters in Journalism & Mass Communication from Saafi Institute of Advanced Studies. Published a book ‘Mazhakkallu’ a collection of Malayalam poems in 2013 April 6. Was sub- editor in Desahabhimani and worked in all prominent units in Kerala viz. Cochin, Thrissur and Malappuram.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

Tourism; relationships. Same people, same capital city, same rivers. Come over please, you will love it here. Nice portrayal of possibilities of better relations with our neighboring countries.


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