Poetry dies with a word 'how'
and the love dies with 'why'-
if you don't have
anyone to receive,
unknown about
destination then
the random train
is your asylum
for some,books are...-
they say wall too have ears
I say or I ask do you have eyes
to all four sorrounding me like guard
do you ever see me sitting in the corner
staring up , lying on the ground
or with endless walks!!
the floor on my room
do you ever feel or sense things?
or you too consider the tear drops
as water spills!!!!
to the window
which side you prefer
the greeny out or the greyish in
the chirps or howl of this girl
when I stand near you looking out
what you'll feel ? Ever felt like bringing
Me out which I didn't do for myself!
You all felt mortified don't you
But I pardon you cause you're all
one of many who have been
with me and felt n.o.t.h.i.n.g.....-
நிஜத்தையே விரும்பும் நாம் ஏனோ சூரியனிடம் மட்டும் பாரபட்சம் காட்டுகின்றோம்
நிழலை தேடி.....-
You're that safe place
Where I kept my heart
And went for a long peaceful journey ..
Now I'm searching
that safe place &
this search became
my life now!-
என் கண்ணீரை நிறுத்த நான் விழுங்கிய நீர் எல்லா கடலையும் விட ஆழமானது
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I turned numb yet I feel two things one the hot steam from my frying pan and a piercing chillenss from my tap which indicates the places where I got steamed
-
maybe one day
I'll wish this nation
a Happy Independence Day
when I stop struggling
for a peaceful sleep-