Biography of abhilash fraizer
Writer from Kerala, the Southernmost end of India. Charmed by words from early childhood, I wrote my first creative piece of writing at the age of 10. Classics that filled my lonely teenage years flamed my imagination that burst into words, which stealthily intruded my notebooks. Loved poems, novels, short stories and every piece that bloomed out of sheer imagination and passion. Written quite a few poems, novels, short stories and personal reflections both in English and my mother tongue. Published a few books. Feel like born to write and love to write. When I stop writing, I wither...hence I write.
abhilash fraizer's Works:
The End of Wars, Dalamarmaram (Rustle of Leaves) : Nin Viralthumpil (At your fingertips) : Ramazhayude Theerathu (On the Banks of Night Rain) , Christmas Manju (Christmas Dew)
abhilash fraizer Poems
Life is a combat with time... Still I dare to dream of outwitting time, Having sipped eternity in a sleep as profound as death! Search Out!
In a world of noices and wars, my friend, keep a space for melody in your heart... Nurture your soul in love, and exhale The deepest truths of your heart...
The Feather Touch Of Poesy
Its heart-warming and soothing To find friends with poetic wings And watch them hover On the sky of imagination
On Silent Intervels
On every silent intervel Heart keeps awake With melodies of warmth... Every heartbeat sings in rhythm
Good Night, Dear!
For you, before the night falls, I pour out my heart's melody and music, In celebration of a sweet meeting with a poetic friend. And when night, the darkest of my friends, do come
Rainbow Bent like an arch of desires, shelter of our dreams, Colour it seven times,
Bathing In Warm Water...
Bathing in warm water Rekindles in me All the warmth of my childhood! Even today, on this cold rainy day,
You blew into my nights With acidic breaths. Never a touch- But a cyclone of passionate words
Irresistible Invitation Of Nature.
Rain! Irresistible invitation of nature, To the primordial joys- The joys before the civilizations were born,
Tiresias Can Dream Still, But...
Blind-eyed Tiresias had thousand colored dreams, Our thousand eyed world don't! Then, what is blindness?
Everlasting Things Are Incomplete!
Dreams, fallen from the stars, Glistened in your eyes, dear. They spoke to my soul Of an everlasting love,
Song Of A Stone
I am a stone In a morn I was thrown Into the gloom of Gathsamene. I was alone, I could only mourn
I Long For Mountains...
I longed if there were mountains Yes, if mountains there were here... For my aching silence to climb And to get lost in that fetching loftiness;
Divine vermillion frothing up From the bottomless cavern of life! The steam of love rolls up into the air In some holy holocaust's fashion!
In a world of noices and wars, my friend,
keep a space for melody in your heart...
Nurture your soul in love, and exhale
The deepest truths of your heart...
Learn to sing lullabies, O dear
And wake up the child within you
In a world of over-grown men and women,
Yea dear, let us create men again,
Men and women with truth in their heart