BLOGS BY VAISAKH MENON MARANCHERY

Don't say anything, don't say anything at all What is there to say, what is there to hear I know, you know This moment of time has stopped And in this moment there is no one There is just me, there is just you Don't say anything, don't say anything at all How many deep and gentle colors of the evening have spread From the mountains rise the clouds like a sari's hem And in this moment there is no one There is just me, there is just you Don't say anything, don't say anything at all Passionate breaths, staggering heartbeats Fragrant shadows of the evening, melting body and soul And in this moment there is no one There is just me, there is just you Don't say anything, don't say anything at all What is there to say, what is there to hear I know, you know This moment of time has stopped And in this moment there is no one There is just me, there is just you Don't say anything, don't say anything at all

The heart said silently, what is this, that happened silently? why do the earth and sky suddenly seem fresh and new? when i asked this, the mad wind said, love happened silently; what is this, that happened silently? why do the earth and sky suddenly seem fresh and new? i asked this, and the mad wind said, love happened silently; what is this, that happened silently? I heard from the butterflies... the tale of a garden; in the garden was a flower bud. one day the shy bud was visited by a flirtatious bee. the bud bloomed wide, it assumed a new form. the bud asked, what happened to me? the flower laughed quietly; love happened quietly. sometimes, from the clouds, i have heard this story: There was a mountain river, it flowed to meet the sea. it twisted and staggered, oh, it danced and swayed. having gotten there, the river lost itself in the ocean in order to see what sort of magician love is. the moon expanded quietly; love happened quietly. why do the earth and sky su...