Forgotten faces

Where should I look for
the forgotten faces?
Less I know about the berth of sunken disclosures,
wherein the darkness of dread, they wait for
a lost cause, still.
Their wait has been a habit for those faces,
the unending thread of hope
in the queue to be remembered again.
Their wait is an iota of sanguine stupidity,
dying slowly with each passing moment,
with them knowing lesser of it.

I want to find them,
and illustrate them back on my mind
like the heroes they were.
But where should I look for
the forgotten faces.

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Black Rainbow

I want to live under the black rainbow
seen through your window of prejudice,
oblivious to that scorn
contemplating your petty thoughts.
Smiling at your incessant smirks and
simulated hatred, gestures.
Oh black, define to the pity soul stalking us
and lodge my negligence in your treasury.
I want to live below the
all-encompassing, all-embracing black rainbow.
Forgetting about the differences spread,
and absorbing everything into the mayhem of bliss.
I want to live under such comprehension.

ഗ്വാണ്ടനാമോ

അഴികളെണ്ണി സമാശ്വാസം കണ്ടെത്തുന്ന
പറവകളെ കണ്ടിട്ടുണ്ടോ ?
തുറന്നുവിട്ടാലും ആകാശത്തോട്
അഭിനിവേശം ഇല്ലാതെ ഇങ്ങനെ.

ചിലർക്കങ്ങനെയാണ്.
മതിൽക്കെട്ടുകൾ ഇല്ലാത്ത നീലിമ,
അതാണവരുടെ ഗ്വാണ്ടനാമോ.

Symbiotic

I want to unfurl as a tree
inside someone, humane and pious.
Sprout in disguise of a midnight’s romance
and branch out at a pace never known
with the words of warmth and touches of passion,
hot breaths definitely, and thoughts that blossom.
I want to escalate into that wilderness,
which swells us near to the tangible sky,
growing together as one essence of invincibility.

Ignorant to fierce red scorching,
more blind to the autumn of Alzheimer’s,
heedless to the world other than us,
both of us symbiotic and growing into a single-tree forest
where entry is barred to everyone but us.

We want to spread as such,
an extant of lush untamed unity, we want
to grow into it with the luxury
of a fall fatal to both