Your smile!

அணிந்த பொன் நகையின் அழகு தோற்றது..
நீ அணிவித்த புன்னகையின் முன்னே..

The beauty of jewels were a shade dull,
Compared to the smile you made me adore..

Fate of dreams!

He was waiting
To live a dream,
In the dream castle,
With her as the queen..

She was waiting
To move through another day,
Wondering whether her dream
May or may not come true..

They met!
He couldn’t describe
The castle-to-be-built..
She couldn’t believe, yet,
Whether the dream becomes reality..

A leap of faith..
From both of them..
Into eternity..

The all-knowing time
Still laughs and waits
To reveal only when it intends..
Without even a nice hint!

He’s not you!

He’s not you,
For he could not
Make me blush,
With a single stare;
Make me giggle,
With sweet nothings;
Make me wiggle,
With a single touch..

He’s not you,
For he would not
Make me feel,
Unloved and used;
Make me crouch,
In fear of next blow;
Make me afraid,
For the walk out moment..

He’s not you,
For he might not
Make me yearn
For little more TLC;
Make me wait
Forever to propose;
Make me live
My life without love..

He’s not you,
For he would
Show, tell and express
Love in all ways;
Hold, hug and kiss,
To melt away my misery;
Pickup, patch and keep so
My heart forever..

Yes, he’s not you..
But he’s mine..

This is again inspired by Karthik’s Post, She’s Not You! .. Check my previous add-on post here!

She’s not you!

I am falling in love! With words and with collaborations! The first part was introduced to me as scribble and was advised to forget after reading.. But in line with breaking rules, these lines have travelled deeper and I couldn’t forget it that easily and inversely it has prompted me to add my scribble (which is the second part) to those lines.

An addon
to collaborate;
to cremate;
to celebrate;
to cherish!

Now you are presented the graffiti and you are welcome to add your two cents.. (We could use more than two cents.. So please be generous.. 😛 )

And before I could leave you to enjoy the poetry (and / or to prepare lengthy curses) I request your attention for few more seconds..

The inspiring-heart warming-touché-brilliant piece of poetry (of course, I am talking only about the first part) is penned down by the cool star, Mr. Karthik, the co-author of the blog “Powerful Overflow” Do contact him when in need of touch of liveliness to your life and you would get assured results! (You might watch out the comments section to know more about him.. 😉 But please do stalk him and share your views on his works! 🙂

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She might love me..
More than you ever did.
And shelter my tattered soul
And feed it hope.

But..
Her eyes won’t glint
With the slightest of mischief,
To make me want to live more,
To breathe more.

Her laughter won’t resonate with me,
Like yours did.

Her fleeting glance
Won’t make me feel
The way my heart yearns to.

She won’t be imperfect
In the beautiful way you are.

Because..
She’s not you.
She can never be.

And,
When I say
I love her,
She will look into my eyes
And feel the void in my words.

And, she will know..
That the whole of my heart
Can never be hers.

Because
Beyond the closed doors are
The scribbles and graffiti
You left behind.

The remnants of a past
That you will remember
not for long.

So, go on..
Live your life
To the fullest,
As you’ve always done.

Meanwhile,
Let me pull up a chair
And grab a book.

The life is yours,
The graffiti, mine.

~~~~~~

And with that last line,
I have finished my graffiti
In her heart..

And now she could
Neither open up the graffiti
Just like me,
Nor let life hold her
In the infinite swirl
Of locking up the graffiti,
Just like me..

Hence, she broke open
My closed doors
By sheer persistence
And the faith in her heart and art..

When she broke in,
She tidied the mess of break up,
And started her art,
Which wrapped around
The whole graffiti..

Now my heart is open
For what lingers inside is
The brilliance of art of two hearts!

Yes, She’s not you!
But, she is mine!

He, She and their little heaven

The day started like every other day, with no indication that, it’s gonna be any different from every other day.

But it was not every other day.
For the day is trying in every way to top the worst fifty days in her memory with everything going wrong.

She was totally relieved to step back into the open from her office and went home, hoping things won’t get any worse, as she was expecting her sweetheart to be back home today after his week-long official trip.

That hope faded a little seeing the still closed door and the empty home filled just with chaos. She tangled herself to the work of untangling the chaos, for she couldn’t sit still and dwell on the misfortunes of the day.

Time ticked away. The mobile chimed to let her know of the message, that his flight was delayed by few hours. So he could come home only around dinner time.

She was done with the charade of setting right the chaos. She was thoroughly exhausted and drained of cheer and liveliness by the end of the day..

She was trying hard to stay awake to meet and greet her love.. Hence, she was cleaning up more and more.. She was done with almost everything and was, at last, cleaning the dishes..

The smell came first, of her favourite roses and lilacs and of him, his perfume and his sweat.. With that came two hands around her..

She was startled for a fraction of second at the contact, but immediately a warmth and the feel of home washed over her..

She just let herself slide on him and was gloriously basking in the comfort of his hug..

He gently lifted her and carried over to their bed and saw her face as if he is seeing her for the first time and totally mesmerised with it..

There was a very long conversation without words and without language.. He just stared into her eyes.. Her eyes were willing to pour out volumes and his eyes just drank every drop of those volumes and returned all the comfort she needed..

He just held her face in both his palms, while he gently caressed her forehead with his lips..

That’s all she needed to set her world right and let go of every negative thing that happened to her ever..

She was present in that moment in an entirely different universe.. Where there are just two people.. Him and her.. Not even Cupid.. The place was catering to all their whims and wishes..

In that universe, her everyday dinner table has transformed into one of the most romantic tables set for a perfect candlelit dinner..

Her normal menu of some common dish tasted better than the manna of heaven for two reasons..

It was prepared for him by her and it was fed to her by him..

They never knew who had what, but they do know they are satiated of hunger for food but nowhere near saturation of each other..

The silent words that spoke volumes were not enough to express few silly things.. So came the sweetest voice of him..

The happenings and mishaps of the week were exchanged.. But the words could never express fully how much each missed the other one..

They found themselves in their favourite sit-out at their favourite time of early night..

The naughty moon, which never gets tired of shamelessly sneaking into the most private moments of young lovers and becoming part of those moments, was once again sneaking into the beauty of this young couple..

He was relaxing on the chair and he grabbed her to sit on his lap.. She happily cuddled like a kid on his chest and was listening to his soothing voice..

The rhythmic heart beats added a nice background music to his voice and was lulling her to sleep..

She was half aware of the chilly air and his warm hug and half existing in a dream land where there are no commitments, no alarm clocks or even clocks..

The time had no meaning in that universe.. The only one that mattered in the universe was, he was next to her.. Within the reach of other, within the grasp of other, with intertwined fingers around the other..

She realised that she found her heaven.. It’s not with any of her materialistic successes.. It’s just the interlaced fingers of him..

She realised that she found her perfect song.. It’s not by any musician performing on any stage.. It’s just the rhythmic heart beats sprinkled with his words in his velvet voice..

She realised that she found her drug.. It’s not that incapacitating her senses.. It’s just his embrace that fills in every sense of her and not incapacitate but enrich them with pleasure unknown hitherto.

She realised that she had the best gift.. It’s not that she never before appreciated the presence of him.. It’s just that a small separation, even though for unavoidable reasons, makes you realise the treasure you behold..

With that realisation, she drifted off along with him.. To the dream land or oblivion is known only to them..

The naughty moon went silent and shy, for it knew that, here is one of the very few couples, who find their salvation only in each other and the time would prove that, they are beyond the tests and trials of life..

The moon knew, it could come after few decades and still see that both are being satiated with each other..

And with that knowledge, the moon went to sleep in its star-studded bed and grabbed few clouds to cuddle for the night.