Shadow Of the Other - അപരന്റെ നിഴൽ

നേർത്ത ആ തട്ടത്തിനുള്ളിൽ നീ ഒളിപിച്ചു വെച്ച നിന്റെ നിലാപുഞ്ചിരി- യെൻ ഓമലേ, വീണ്ടും ഒരു നോക്കു കാണുവാൻ ആശയുണ്ടേറെ പെണ്ണേ.

Interrupting my lonely sleep came up a strange coldness. My heart beating fast, faster than ever. Mind going crazy, crazier than ever. As if I was unconscious, but I was not. As if I was conscious, but I was not. I was in between the two worlds; the line of separation was nothing, but a line drawn in water. My body, trembling and shivering. The whole world was collapsing. A shock through my legs, a force pulling away something from me. The shadow of darkness creeping over me. Even the tiniest sparkle of light startling me. As if I was frostbitten, but I was not. As if I was melting, but I was not. Everything, in just a moment. What next, I didn't know, 'cause I was dead by then.

The coldness of winter can never creep into our bones; it can only show us how life could go on even when so still, and plain. But, it could sure be found within our hearts, now hard frozen stones; all the love have dried up. Even winter seems to be warmer when we look through the windows of our cold hearts, where we remain locked by the chains of rotten desires.

എന്‍റെ സ്വപ്നങ്ങളുടെ നോവില്‍ തൂങ്ങി എന്‍റെ ജീവിതം മരിച്ചു, എന്നിട്ടും എന്‍റെ ശവം ജീവിക്കുന്നു.