Where Rivers Become the Ocean

Who tells the river the way to the sea?
The one obsessed knows where to be.
For hearts that burn with a destined motion,
Don’t seek advice — they become the ocean.

No master points, no scripture guides,
The path unfolds where silence abides.
In stillness flows the current deep,
Where seekers wake from mortal sleep.

Each stone, each bend, each fleeting pain,
Drives it to grow — none go in vain.
To flow is faith, to trust is art,
To lose the self is to find the Heart.

The mountain’s pride, the forest’s song,
Whisper — You’ve known the way all along.
For rivers move by nature’s will,
The more they yield, the more they fill.

Desire dissolves in sacred streams,
As names fade out in waking dreams.
What once was ‘I’ is now but whole,
A drop returned — the boundless soul.

So, heed not maps, nor counsel, nor plea,
Truth flows where truth must be.
For hearts that burn with pure devotion,
Do not arrive — they are the ocean.

Sreejith Kulaparambil

 

You Are the Author of Your Life

With every dawn, a page turns bright,

A blank new canvas kissed by light.

Your hand holds ink, your heart the pen,

To script your tale again, again.

The storms may tear, the nights may test,

The weight may press upon your chest.

But trials rise to carve your soul,

To shape the diamond from the coal.

So smile through pain, let worries fade,

For nothing here is ever stayed.

The darkest night gives way to morn,

And from each wound, new strength is born.

No script is fixed, no fate is sealed,

Each choice, each step, your truth revealed.

Relax, endure, embrace the strife

You are the author of your life.

And when the final page is read,

Your story lives beyond what’s said.

A tale of courage, grace, and light,

Forever burning, ever bright.

Sreejith Kulaparambil 

Wings of fire

Tattered wings and broken strings

Crawling through the gusty winds,

But still I move, with silent might,

Toward the promise of the light.

The world may howl, the night may sting,

But I was born with fire within.

No storm can claim what’s mine to be,

No chain can hold what longs for free.

Each scar I wear, a badge, a flame

A mark of how far courage came.

Thousand falls and million tries,

Yet still I chase the endless skies.

These broken wings will learn to soar

Not less, but stronger than before.

So let the winds roar wild and high

I’m not the one who says goodbye.

I am the storm, the flame, the spark

With wings of fire, I light the dark.

Sreejith Kulaparambil 

We, the Blinded Gods!

We built our cities upon the bones

Of silent fields and crumbled thrones,

And claimed the right to rise and reign

Above the roots, beyond the pain.

We stoked our fires with ancient trees,

Choked songs of birds, and stilled the breeze.

We mined the Earth for fleeting gain,

And left her scarred with smoke and stain.

We drew red borders through the land,

With ink made thick by human hand.

We crowned the greedy, armed the proud,

And praised the war, then cheered the shroud.

We made the gentle live in fear,

Turned silent pain to loudest cheer.

The calf’s last cry, the tiger’s plea—

Now haunt our dreams, eternally.

The lion’s roar now fades like breath,

A shadowed song on edge of death.

We took the oceans, made them black,

And never once thought to give back.

The mother weeps, the soldier breaks,

The whale sings low through oil-slicked wakes.

The sky, once blue, now bruised and dim,

The songbird’s hymn—a requiem.

We built machines, forgot the soul,

Made glass from sand, and hearts from coal.

We paved our way with shattered truth,

And lost the poetry of youth.

Yet now—

Can you not feel the Earth’s last breath?

A whisper curling into death.

Can you not hear beneath your feet

The throb of time, a faltering beat?

Do not mistake this world as yours—

You are a guest, behind her doors.

She gives you bread, sun, and rain,

But not to tear with such disdain.

Rise, then—

From silence, from the ash and flame.

Let not your heartbeat sound the same.

Let sorrow shape a better song,

Let all that broke become what’s strong.

Tend every tree as if it’s kin,

Mourn every life you see within.

Be not a ruler, not a god—

But one who walks a humbler sod.

Live not for fame, nor pride, nor cost—

But for the lives we’ve nearly lost.

And when the end looks back at you,

Let it see love in all you do.

The hour is grave, the shadows long—

But still, the earth hums one last song.

Beneath the rot, a heartbeat dares—

And waits for us—if someone cares.

Awake, awake! The silence screams—

We've sleepwalked through our borrowed dreams.

The Earth beneath us breaks and cries—

Will we just watch, or will we rise?

Sreejith Kulaparambil 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Tapestry of Time

I walk along the lanes of past,

Through fleeting joys and shadows cast.

Soft echoes whisper, bright and dim,

As memories dance on time’s vast rim.

From childhood days so wild and free,

To bonds that shaped the soul in me.

Through laughter’s glow and sorrow’s shade,

In love and loss, our hearts are made.

The years go by, the seasons change,

Yet dreams and trials rearrange.

Each fleeting step, a lesson true,

A path we walk, both old and new.

In youth, we chase the stars so high,

In age, we watch the moments fly.

Yet through it all, both thick and thin,

The light of hope still burns within.

And when the night begins to call,

We stand with grace, unshaken, tall.

With love as guide and faith so bright,

We weave our tale in golden light.

Through every thread, both dark and fine,

We live, we learn, we intertwine.

For life’s a weave of joy and strife,

A tapestry of love and life.

Sreejith Kulaparambil 

The Evil under the veil

Beyond the veils of camaraderie,

Sordid minds are working hard

Relentlessly,

In pursuit of invincible power

Working incessantly,  

To achieve the crest of fame

Fortune and accolades, enchants them

When added to their name

They abhor humans,

When mythos vary from theirs

Their acolytes trouncing mortals,

To infuse hate and fear.

Their words are pseudo,

So does their acts

Deceiving mankind every moment

With forged facts

Spreading their doctrine

Through every fawners they got

Minions yelling slogans to incite,

If fawners fail with the Lot.

Boasting about their brainless deeds

On every podium they acquire

Drifting attention of masses,

Shielding themselves from the line of fire.

They even shed phony tears

When masses give them dubious leer

But often comes with flashy promises

Just to lure the grieving masses

Oh! Dear men of my soil

Beware of these roguish devils

They are here to drain our peace

These chosen few will loot us at ease

We are all children of mother earth

Boundaries, race and religion may have divided us

But the blood is same,

that runs through our veins

Let’s take an oath for a better future

“We are here to live and let live”

Sreejith Kulaparambil 

The revelation of a Witness

 It’s just a matter of time

One day I will be there,

On deathbed,

Lying bare and helpless

Conscious may be I am,

Yet uttering no words,

Waiting for my last call,

Disturb me not, at that moment,

My spirit longing for a soulful union

None will be part of my journey

Nor could share the pain and agony

At that moment,

Let me go,

To that ultimate abode

We are all travelers,

Came here for a while,

Everyone will follow,

sooner or later

though, path is undefined

Wealth, fame and Knowledge,

None can spare you life,

Nor friends and Kin can stop you,

With their earnest desire.

Love this body,

Possess it not even for once,

It will perish one day

Do what you can

To bring smiles on million faces,

Until you exhaust,

Then, bid adieu to this place peacefully.

Sreejith Kulaparambil