Parallel Veins

Watching the rain across the window
Tracing the fall of droplets.
You, somewhere in the hush,
Press against my skin like wind
not asking questions, just being felt.

The leaves outside, don’t fight the air.
They sway, keeping time with a rhythm
I forgot I knew!

I hold tea instead of coffee today.
You taste like something warm
that doesn’t need to wake me,
only keep me company in this solitude.

My eyes ache, not from looking,
but from all the holding in.
And you sit beside my thoughts,
Quiet and composed.

The prefrontal, that ever-churning
Forge of decisions, and analysis
Folds its arms, rests and dissociates

You don’t ask me to rise.
I don’t ask you to stay.
We exist, two veins on the same leaf
parallel, close, yet unbothered.
Part of a quiet whole.

Cheers

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Drowning!

Lived beside comfort for years and never recognized 
its breath until you showed
Like a quiet miracle, made me believe
Worthy of softness, and to be loved
That didn’t come with wounds and bruises.


My nerves, once frayed and cold,
Now calm and composed under your touch
Gentle hands, steady warmth, compassionate gesture
I let myself fall without knowing
Into a storm, with no sky to scream at.

Now I thrash in the wreckage, salt choking my throat
struggling, gasping, surfing shadows.
Not because I’m, but we both are.
Saw it in your eyes. the same ache,
the same exhaustion of pretending we're fine.

Two creatures not meant for land,
a fish and a frog, too afraid to leap into water.
We’re not drifting apart.
We’re drowning towards each other
Closer with every unsaid word, swallowed confession,
Every moment we pretend, we don’t feel the same pull.
We say nothing, and silence becomes the ocean
that buries us both.

We drown now, not from the weight of what felt,
but from the heaviness of unsaid.
We could’ve saved each other,
Yet, this silence, much easier.

Cheers

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Crimson Bloom

A white rose bounded by thorns sharp as secrets,
She reached out ignoring the risk, hope over fear.
Soft petals, pure and untouched, waiting for a love.
Thorn, sharp and bright whispered of what could be,
Each drop of blood a story untold.


The rose watched her silent, still and cold
,
Promising everything, yet offering emptiness
Her fingers traced its delicate edge, feeling the pain of too much.
Droplets of red slowly painting the white as crimson,
Turning beauty into something raw with each wound.


The thorns kept their promising future,

Singing, dancing between touch and distance.
She bled with agony, wondering as love or the price of belief
Each tender tear, white turning red, unforgotten,
Her heart caught between what is and what might be,

If pain is love or love's cruel will
Between the thorns and the rose grace, she dwells red!
Bleeding, believing, breaking, and becoming.

Cheers

PS: Wanna edit but ‘m done for now!

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Beneath the Surface!

Kind gestures you stumbled upon and loved
A fragment piece of mine, remaining untamed
Felt calm and tranquil, seeing the waves
Ignoring the ocean depths of storms in head
You dream of me all sweet and sugar
Beautiful doll, built inside your mind
Praising all the soft and pureness
Wanting to hold your illusion of me
Seeing the smile, you ignore the scars
For in these scars, a new story begins.

Cheers

PS: FI – Deadly nightshade

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Sentinel

A triune formed by what's unsaid, 
Unspoken words hang around the air.
You dance around with our hidden fears,
Longing to bridge these unseen possibilities.

Keeper of secrets, yet misunderstood
How strange, this bond of secrecy!
That binds us, yet sets none free.

Cheers

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Spider Man

A heartwarming exchange between a curious adult and a child’s innocent admiration for Spider-Man, highlighting the importance of preserving innocence and purity.

His laughter spread wide, teeth gleaming bright
Eyes twinkling with joy, a heartwarming sight.
My heart felt warm, as I handed him sheets,
Filled with vibrant Spider-Man in his roles.

Curious me, asked why he loved him so
This champion who swings high and swoops low
He never hurts people or shouts in anger, he replied
Seeing no world-weariness or danger.

Answer flowed through, touching the nerves inside,
Leaving me wordless, but smiling with pride.
I ruffled his hair, gentle and kind,
Unwilling to cloud the peace in his mind.

For in his world, these characters shine pure and true,
Couldn't bear to change his cozy view.
Letting him believe in his spider-friend,
Protecting the innocence, hoping, would never end.

Cheers

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Veiled

A woman conceals fear behind a façade, questioning others’ perceptions. Despite affection, she’s unsettled and seeks love’s true meaning amidst anxiety and inner turmoil.

She smiles, she nods, she plays along.

Deep down, there's creeping fright.

A paradox of thoughts wavers, she wonders.

Querying their graze, what do they see?

A hidden flaw or a charm of delight ?

Oceans of anxiety haunt her.

Their eyes weigh her every move.

Why does this feel like a heavenly hell?

When it is supposed to be blissful,

Is the mystery beneath refusing to unfold?

For every cheer, she remains untouched,

Disturbed, solicitous, lost in thoughts

Her breath held, she smiled nervously.

Though, their affection wraps her around.

She seeks herself through all the darkness.

A chalice of love, both void and full

To let their hearts pierce the wall of her.

Cheers

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Burning Together

A solitary blue-flamed beauty lures moths seeking warmth, but only a powerful phoenix can match her intensity and create eternal love.

In the abyss, she burns fierce and vibrant
A solitary flame with a core of blue
Her graze, a blade that cuts the night
Moth flocks to her, seeking to tame
Mesmerized by the warmth she brings
But she’s no fleeting flame, easily blown.
Alone she blazes, true and strong
The moth approaches with paper wings
Hoping to bask in what burning brings
But can’t withstand her flaming hot
For she knows the game, hollow chase
That the moths won’t linger along
Then, from the shadows, a phoenix appears.
Born of fire, where the dark ends,
Ignites her soul, a brand-new, fiery start.
Two flames merging, in the vast skies
No weak moth he is, with wings to burn
But an equal fire, with much to learn.
No flickering pretense, no games of light
Just an eruption of intense burning
No longer must she guard her glow.
For his warmth, she finds her peace.
An eternal love, born of light.

Cheers

PS: பூவை வரைந்து அதிலே மீசை வரையமாட்டேன்

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Regen

A woman finds solace in nature’s embrace, cleansing her soul in the rain. From despair to renewal, she embraces life once more.

Alone, as blackness creeps through the sky.
Staring at the gaze of the greeny woods
Sitting at the end of a slippery cliff,
With wet moss and ferns, she could leap.

All of it felt awful, even her thoughts.
A scent of decay and dirt on her skin
That would never go away, haunting
Gentle hands were coarse and rough.


Broken nails with earthy stains and trembling
Being skeptical of her worth and existence
As if they had no control, salty rivulets crossed cheeks.
Hiding herself out in the dark, but


Lightning intended to expose her to the world,
Thunder urged her to dive from the edge.
Looked up as raindrops fell on her cheeks.
Time lapsed, and droplets became furious.

Hitting her hard, but she felt no pain.
Believing it would dust into her nature.
Instead, it danced on solace skin.
Raindrops, soft as downy quills,


Soothing her heart's bruises clean
Caressed her brow, her cheeks, her eyes.
Melting sorrow and sweeping her chaos
Hair, once tangled, seems gentle and smooth.


The cold stream rinsed the ugliness away.
Her soul was refreshed, shedding her fear.
Cleared skies, clouds parting away,
Heavens stretched, serene, and vast,


Staring at the gaze of the greeny woods
Smiling at the end of a slippery cliff,
With wet moss and ferns at her feet,
Feeling whole, she held the world close.

Cheers

PS: Penned, as requested

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Fur’ever

The story describes a transformative bond with a dog named Bruno, leading to joy, love, and healing in life.

Little me, on the hills,
Dropped around to see my aunt.
Wagging tails, woofing aloud,
White pomme, jumped on me.

Shivered, crying and shaking,
For this thought, stuck within.
Dreaded those furs and auras,
For early years, no real loss.

Argued and never stepped on,
The door of homes with paws.
Later, wandering, colorless,
In the days of dark and nights

Then, he came, bringing warm.
Melting all my fears, gently.
His grace showed infinite amor,

Strangers to friends, we stand,

Our bonds were unwavering.
As we share meals and walks,
No secrets left, tagging along.
Turning my blues into curves.

Showing joy in little things
Taught to laugh and care.
To love and forgive all.
Brought back life, anew.

Amazed, by your awesomeness
Healing everyone, every hour.
Regrets, for the missed times,
Yet, blessed phase of life.

Thanks to you, My Bruno
For existing and sharing bliss.

Cheers

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Frame!

A nature enthusiast embraces the wilderness, capturing its beauty through photography and protecting the environment from human impact. His work reflects timeless stories.

In the curves, he sits facing the mountains.
None on the roads, green everywhere.
Crimson rays creeping out of the ranges
Cirrostratus as a cherry on top, wrapping blues.

Firm hands and eyes had distinct insights.
Guided us into the woods, a less traveled path
His domicile and the leaves were entangled
Warmth was lavishly dumped over animals

Through the thickets of darkness, he walks unfazed
Shadows deep in the night don't change the path.
Fireceful wilds, pouring rives, undaunted silence
He stands still in his might, unwavering.

For he captures beauty far and wide
At every glance, every take, barely any escapes
His lens frames the wild, serene, and profound.
Bringing out novel and timeless stories

With his gentle hands, he tends the land,
Picking up the trash from ev’ry strand possible.
No bottles, no labels, and no wrappers left behind
For the defend of the woods, in almost all acts.

Knowing to shield the woods and greens,
Answering the quests of the world's decay,
Where roads were built and trees were cut.
Yet, failing to protect him from the perils of ciggy

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Dissonance!

A woman grapples with confusion and doubt as she questions the authenticity of her past and present.

A capture still years ago, facing the mirror
In blues and oranges, we stand closely
Smiling, hand around warm and strong
Your sparkling eyes, beautiful and kind

Heart sincere, his laughter rang
Soft gazes, plays spoke of deep devotion
A promise whispered, to the eternity
Filled with love, the day she met him last.

Yet now, another image reached her
A post that fills her with fright
Him in blue blazer, but a world away
Of beside her, a screen, a different day.

His face now dulls, puffy and worn
His eyes once vibrant, dimmed and slow
Emptiness floods in her heart, achingly,
Unable to move, frozen and detached.

Confusion rages like a stormy sea
A venomous seed, growing within
Slowing awakening her nerves through poison
She questions every truth, every memory

What is fake here? A riddle turned up
Between the smiles, that he has worn.
Which one to trust, the past or the present?
Her instincts or the vow that he has taken.

Her heart and mind were caught in tangled web
Between the darkness and the light
Are the eyes that shone for real?
Or the tired face that’s now alone?

Was that the truth? Your eyes or your smile?
The present joy or the game you played.
Are those sad eyes a trick to ensnare.
Or am I confusing the truth in despair?

Am I delusional, seeing through lies
Or was your love a clever disguise?
Are my questions the ones that are false?
Or is it your love that I shouldn’t believe?

What should I trust? Your words or laughter
Or the warmth of your eyes or manipulative plot?
My love or my instincts or the doubts that I feel
All these questions are burning me, too real to suffocate.

A larva of anguish, waiting to explode
What should I believe, which path should I go?
In this storm, where’s the shore? where’s the bliss?
But anyway, to whom should I ask all these?

Tears rolling down the swollen cheeks.
Blurring the past, the future, you and her life!

Cheers

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Ephemeral!

In the world of chaos, we share the same fate.
Bounded by the trauma, we found each other.
Scars deep down, we clung to each other.
You were my saviour; I was yours.

Mirrored agony, laughed with tears together.
Comforting and serving, we played our cards.
Bonds we shared crushed what was nearby,
The world around us crumbled, yet we remained.

Searching for the light to shape us better
Wings clipped and tethered, can't learn to fly,
Then he arrived at a different shore.
Exposing another universe, a chance to thrive.

Not love, but feeling, may be a striking spark.
A ray of hope to pull out of the dark
Fair weathered, he left along the way.
Doing some good yet breaking our fragile heaven.

True to everything, you are my anchor.
Yet a horizon beyond us whispers newness.
Wishing to sing the new songs, places to visit
To taste new adventures and experiences with you.

Let's shed these chains of dependency we share.
Heal our wounds and shattered souls.
Letting our kind spirits to sing their colors
Where we can smile, free from all.

I'll always adore what we've created this far.
The future is uncertain, new skies ahead,

Should we endure or thrive together?
As we now stand at the edge of unknown.

Cheers

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Caged Flames!

A woman, confined by norms, marvels at fearless feminists’ confidence and strength. Doubts and fears cloud her mind, but hope lingers for a liberating future.

In a quiet suburban area, the skies are turning crimson.
She walks alone on the terrace in the warm breeze.
Barely grazing her face, yet leaving her perplexed
While protecting her with norms and traditions.


She wonders at the women who stand so boldly.
These feminist stories are flaming fierce fully.
Their confidence burns bright and strong.
As they pass their storm with audacity.


Of choices they make, their future taking flight,
With ease and elegance, as if their norm?
Career or life, they grasp with both hands.
No whispers and boundaries confine them
.

Skies dimming, shadowing the lanes of suburban
She feels confining and restricted by invisible walls.
Her heart and body were heavy and suffocating.
Doubts and fears hold her tight, destroying.


With her eyes brimming with tears, she thinks
What fuels their strength? Chasing away the fears.
Is it their birthplace? Stoking their desires.
Or their loving parents with caring hands?


Is it their environment? Or the city grands?
Or their inner strength, which they count on.
Is their beauty? Or a physical grace they hold?
Or are they simply out of luck?


As she questions, insecurities and fears creep in.
Making her awful and shrinking her power.
Are her dreams too big or her spirit too small?
Or has she yet to hear her own call?


It started to fade black, but those inquiries remain.
Her burdensome expectations and limitations.
Forcing her wings to fit in the cage.
Yet deep down, her hopes were smouldering
.

Torn between admiration and self-doubt’s sting
She yearns for freedom and to find her inner wing.
For though her past might hold her tight
But a bright future looks liberating.



To break the bonds and walk her path
She must embrace her courage and seize.
To soar like those flames, bold and brave.
To make her own, a fearless choice, someday.

Cheers!

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Silent Echoes!

The Silent Echoes portrays a series of encounters and unrequited love, reflecting on missed opportunities and mixed signals, ultimately asking why it was difficult to say no.

On gifting teddy, making all wish
Your eyes spoke volumes, or so I would fish.
Was it friendship's gentle start?
Or a flicker in a hopeful heart?
You could've just said No, on that day.


Mid-journey hiccups, at that night
You lent a hand out, admitting all the risks.
Was it help or love that's destined?
Or to quench a thirst that burned somehow
You could've just said No and let me be.


My screen, a hallow that echoes roam
Hundreds of calls, texts when we fought.
Were fights, a promise in the dark?
Or the clash or words that would disappear.
You could've just said No and hung up then.


Under the noonday sun, sitting next to the window
I proposed, nervously pouring out the heart,
Foolish words spell out trembling tongue
An uncertain future, yet unsung the truth
You could've just said No and let me fall.


Efforts to meet you, miles crossed, determined
Leaving comforts just to be by your side.
Did the distance promise closeness? I doubt.
Or was it just a yearning for my hand?
You could've just said No before I crossed the line.


When doubts of another crept in your mind,
A jealous whisper, a poisoned arrow's wing
Was loyalty a game we played?
Or a twisted test my heart couldn't take?
You could've just said No and set me free.


Lyrics, coded messages, a cryptic game
A hidden language, hearts couldn't meet
Was it a love sonnet or a cruel act?
Mixed signals tangled, leaving me dismayed.
You could've just said No and left it all unsaid.


A secret word of amor, you conveyed
Only to turn around and have my hopes
Altar vows for another, you can't claim
Why twist the wound with silence, cold, and starkness?
You could've just said No and let me weep.


Each moment, each instance, each chance,
A love that never had a chance to grow
He let all her hopes crumble to dust
She whispers softly to the past and its shadows.
Why was it so hard to just say No?

PS: Longest one so far!

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