Nijame Avan...

Pookal medhu nadakiren
Mullil medhu medhakiren.
Mayamai Therigirathu Iyarkkai.
Anbhuvame pudhidhai thondriyathe.
Karmegham pozhiyum osai,
Yen Salangai oli anathe.
Puyal vesum payanam.
Indru Mella thendralai mariyadhu.
Sparisamai Thodum Neram..
Appothe Nindru Vittathu
Yen kana kannum kalangal.
Ullathil Sidhaki veetai,
Oru Perin Nizhal.
Anniyanai irunthu
Therinthavanai mari
Indru Yen Nijam aginan.

fallen unto him...

Cribbings about solitude,
Always took a toll.
Isolation always in vogue.
Underestimating a recurring fad.
Pessimism a regular fixture.
All in all ingredients,
For the blissful life prescribed.
Jumping to conclusions,
Always over analyzing.
Issues requiring alot of therapy.
Blindingly seeming to walk,
Stumbling on something unexpected.
The more you yearn,
The more you relate.
The more you gaze.
The more you fall.
An accidental incident
Triggering a solace needed.
Wordlessly a feeling passes,
Being on an edge of hope.
Theres something out there,
Waiting to be embraced.
How do you relate to it?
How do you touch it?
How do you feel it?
Not making any sense
A sure sign of things to come.
Somehow feeling grounded,
Gliding back into reality.
A handful of chances,
To know what you stumbled on.
Even the most vaguest things.
Appear charmingly engrossing.
Getting to know a slow dance.
A fall here,
A twirl there.
An amusing menagerie
Of thoughtful incandescence.
Undescribably warm.
When it happened
Nobody knew.
Is it unrequitted?
Chances quite there.
Is it worth it?
Brazilliantly affirmative.
Is it possible?
Possibly probable.
Is it positively a turn on?
A rhetoric thats lame.
All thats needed is,
The more you know
The more you fall.
Until you know
Its in his arms.
A dreamy reality indeed.
But a fantasy it is not.
You've fallen unto him
And theres no going back.

Realizations.....

A new beginning started,
A new end came.
All that were
Have come and gone.
Only she was left behind.
What was her place,
She did not know.
What was her point,
She did not care.
So many she greeted,
Yet no one responded.
Was she a ghost?
Was she a known stranger?
Her only mistake,
was keeping herself hidden.
Vowing never to get hurt.
But somehow being hidden,
was the one thing that hurt her.
She could live without anyone.
The loneliness that claimed her,
Was the only thing that stayed.
Only echoes of the past left,
Being heard in the present.
Realizations dawned that
Only she understood.
Those gazing afar,
Looking in could only see.
What was meant to be shown.
Do you need someone to live?
Do you need someone to feel?
Do you need someone to notice?
Do you need someone to care?
Or Is loneliness enough to survive?
These questions are the quest,
That she aims to find.
Only to revere in the fact,
That hope is afloat somewhere,
Theres got to be one soul,
Who could give the answers
She seeks to find.
When will she meet that person.
Its upto time
to decide the outcome.