Lost

She misplaced it again and starts searching making all kind of gawky postures again.

Anxiety builds in as the time passes on.

She didn't even noticed him coming. 

Doubting everybody, she sulks and accepts defeat ,  but still hoping somebody might return her prized possession.  

Alas, She  lost her pen  just when the professor got in. 

Love... only true love...

She woke up with a start, outside it was still dark, the clock was showing 4:00 AM. It was very early morning and he came in her dreams, well, that was the reason why she wake up so early.

Now the rest of the "morning", she spent tossing in her bed, dreaming with open eyes. The D-day was nearing. He always remained in her thoughts, 24*7. She couldn’t share her feelings with anybody, as doing so; she might be eating her own words. Her proposal was still pending, but the proposal will be proposed in a matter of few days and she will be relieved of the burden of acceptance or rejection. She couldn’t concentrate on anything, her thoughts drifted towards him. It was like he was the only reason for her to be alive. She was like a zombie, reacting to nothing but him. People might say, it is just a mere infatuation but she knows, it is not infatuation but true love.

Call it destiny or fate or anything, she was to travel to his place. Her D day was round the corner and the moment seemed to be God-sent. God has proposed, now it is her turn to be present her proposal.

She called him, asked him to meet her at a place. He agreed. She met him, she blurted out- “I think I love you!” and cried. He took her beautiful face in his hands, kissed her on her forehead and said- “I know, and I love you too”. Controlling her tears, she asked him- “Why didn’t you tell me?” for this he said- “How could I? I was afraid of rejection. I couldn’t live without seeing your beautiful ever smiling face and the face which glows after seeing me.” God had answered her prayers, her valentine’s day turned out to be very special.

The moment, she waited for it her whole life and here it was lying as simple as possible. Suddenly the whole world looked beautiful to them. Their laughter was ringing in all 4 directions. Her eyes, her laughter looked more beautiful to him and his short hair, his strong hands felt softer than feather for her.

Hands in hands, they walked, enjoying the beauty of the nature as well as their newfound relationship by the seaside. They did not feared the world because the world has nothing to do with their lives, it is just a place where they live physically. 

A new life has just begun for them, their season of love has just started. Now they are one, merged into each other, a single soul with 2 bodies. 

She returned home, she has to but he lives in her heart forever, now she has no fears because for all her fears he is there to give her a shoulder,to protect her. 

She told her love, but it is ironic that she couldn't tell this to others. Has she lost her courage? no, she just couldn't share it, she can't express it. Therefore she wrote it here for the world to know, how she loves him. 

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Well, here i am... with my post valentine's  valentine special. This is my story with a twist. The whole day i spent getting frustrated about how to tell you all, i took up the courage and wrote it here. 

Photo Courtesy:- Concepts by D Jo (Pree). 

Thanks mann!! it indeed adds matter to my story.

Her Proposal

She never loved him as such in the past, but the instant she saw him now , the spark got ignited.

She loves him fiercely and is dying to tell him, but is afraid of his expression, 

the way he might refuse her and the way she might lose him again.

Her proposal is still pending.

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Where is my Poetry? 
The one that I wrote and folded in my Dream..


The mind filters & searches for you even 
in the gap between two rain drops
The mind searches for its lost Lover with great 
sorrow..even in broken bubbles...


Touch me with your Finger tip.. 
I will be born a Hundred times!!


When the crescent comes out, 
the heart will jump in joy 
thinking that the Moon has arrived.
By seeing the shadow, 
My heart will reach its ecstasy 
Thinking that it's you!!


The mind longs for just one Look or 
Just one Touch..


I had told my friend that my heart is a Rock
But You have emerged in my heart like a plant that roots 
itself in the cracks of a Rock..


Poetic words courtesy- Enge enadhu kavidhai (Kandukondein Kandukondein)
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Well, i too joined in the new way of expression  called "55 word fiction" .. i thought it was impossible, but it looks like i made it. This is my first attempt.. I hope you all like it..
As today is something special, it is dedicated to all those who made it and to those who will make it a day.

Her love...

She lived in a world which she created for herself. She was not a girl from a fairy tale, neither she believed or gave a thought about her prince charming. She was, she was somebody who is always ready to give up anything just for her loved one's happiness, be it her own life or even at the cost of her pain.

She was not self- obsessed; there was nothing self thing for her. She is just on this earth for others, to make others happy... To see them joyful, she saw happiness through their eyes. She felt happy when somebody was happy; she was an open book, her pages soaked with her tears of happiness and inner sadness. She loved her life, the way it was moving. She believed that love is also written in our destiny... She was an angel, sweet, simple, calm...

It was a sunny evening when she saw him for the first time, the very first time, he was aghast seeing her... she was surprised but didn't show it on her face. Her expression changed from surprise to anger to love. For the first time in her life, she wanted something, wanted to do anything for that thing, wanted to hurt anybody who came between her and her newfound thing. She wanted to be friends; rather he wanted to be friends with her. She liked the way he talked, he moved, he looked at her, it was the first time in her life when somebody was caring for her. She liked this attention, but was also afraid because a part of her was practical.

She liked him; both of them knew that they loved each other. The magical moment came, even the thought of that moment elates her, brings joy in her. They both confessed to each other about their love. They never knew when that moment came, but they knew that this is the moment.

She understood him, she too desired to be his desire, desired to be his love, his heartbeat.

When she held his hands, she felt safe, safe from the world, safe from her inner fears which she confronts when he is not with her. She fears he might leave her, but his presence calms her, her heart beats fast when she sees him coming towards her, even a second seems like hours for her without him, and even a day seems like a second with him.  She babbles when he is around, her beautiful face shines when she sees him, coming towards her, even the moon envies her. Her biggest fear is the happiness which she feels around, might end up in pain.

 He is her savior, saving her from the sea of grief, bringing her to the beautiful land of love. He was her life, her very reason to be alive, and her very breath of air.

A new sunrise began for them, a new life, a life full of happiness, a life full of joy, a life full of love and care, a life full of beauty of nature, a life full of …. Life. 

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Even a line can inspire you, somebody's life can inspire you. I learnt this while writing this and the previous post- A Touch... I haven't felt as such, but from seeing these from a 3rd person's view, i am beginning to understand what is love. A tribute to all She's who love their He's  and to all He's who love their ladies.. 

His love (http://words-that-matter.blogspot.in/2012/02/version3-provocativeguest-entry2.html) is no different from hers and my thoughts while writing this wandered around them, going wherever they wanted to and wherever they took me to their wonderful world.

My Petite Parrot, My Bountiful Treasure

chinnanchiru kiliye - kannamma
selva kalanjiyame
ennai kalitheerthe - ulagil
yetram puriyavandhai

pillai kaniyamudhe - kannamma
pesum porchithirame
alli anaithidave - yenmunne
aadivarum thene

odi varugayile - kannamma
ullam kulirudhadi
aadi thiridhal kandal - unnai poi
aavi thazhuvudhadi

ucchi dhanai mugandhal - garuvam
ongi valarudhadi
mecchi unai oorar - pugazhndhal
meni silirkudhadi

kannathil muthamittal - ullanthan
kallveri kolludhadi
unnai thazhuvidilo - kannama
unmatham aagudhadi

satrun mugam sivandhal - manadhu
sanchalam aagudhadi
netri churukam kandal - enakku
nenjam padhaikudhadi

unkannil neer vazhindhal - en nenjil
udhiram kottudhadi
en kannil paarvayandro? - kannamma
en uyir ninnadhanro?

sollum mazhalayile - kannamma
thunbangal theerthiduvai
mullai siripaale - enadhu
moorgam thavirthiduvai

inbak-kadaigalellam unnaip-pol
edugal sholvadundo
anbu taruvadile unainer
aghumor deivamundo

marbilanivadarkke unnaippol
vaira manigalundo
shir petru vazhvadarkke unnaippol
shelvam piridumundo


Here is the translation of this beautiful Bharathi's poetry...


My Petite Parrot, My Bountiful Treasure
My Wholesome Happiness, You came to create progress in this world

My Child-like, fruit dipped nectar, my speaking golden portrait
You come before me so gracefully that I feel like hugging you with passion

When you come running towards me, my heart chills
When I see you dancing with merriness, my soul hugs you

When I smell the top of your head, I feel strongly proud
If I hear someone praise you with sincerety, my skin tingles with excitement

if I kiss you on your cheeks, my heart goes beserk as if it is drunk with liquor
If I hug you with passion, I feel a blissful happiness

If your face turns to discomfort, even momentarily, my heart is disturbed
When I see your forehead wrinkle, my heart flutters with fear...

If I even see small droplets of tears in your eyes, a whole river of blood flows in my heart
You're the light of my eyes, my life is yours

In your child-like speaking, you'll cure all my worries/misery
In your innocent smile, you'll cure me of my ignorance

Can you even be described in pages and pages of Happy stories?
In sharing Love, can even a God equal you?

To wear on the chest, are there even diamonds/pearls like you?
Is there even a larger treasure than you in my life?

You're the most prosperous treasure in my life.


Poetry is not bounded by languages, i do hope you also like this as i do.

solace to a bruised heart...

Anjala came in search of me

Her complexion will make beetle nut to go red

Words are not enough to describe her beauty

I need Anjala right away

Fire is in my hearts without her

She merge and stood in my heart

She took my life bit by bit

One single word of her would glitter like gold

But what to do, she disappeared into sand

She merged into my heart

But what to do, she disappeared into sand

I was roaming like a untamed horse

She changed me like a flower

I lost my sleep, dreams were rattling thru

Her flashy smile like a dice

Something united us but she is playing hide and seek with me

Covered my eyes with a ribbon

Searching for her in the air thru by hand

Where did she go alone

Where did she go alone

Where did she go alone

Life is a roller coaster, rotating tirelessly everyday

Goes up and down goes up and down

I was on top of the world

Next day, fallen from my grace

I felt like fish out of water

Some one comes along, parts in between

Who would do, when will they go - is not in our hand

She gave light, i keep in my heart

She started my journey - but

Where did she go alone

Where did she go alone

Where did she go alone

Anjala came in search of me

Her complexion will make beetle nut to go red

Words are not enough to describe her beauty

I need Anjala right away

Fire is in my hearts without her

She merge and stood in my heart

She took my life bit by bit

One single word of her would glitter like gold

But what to do, she disappeared into sand

The feelings are mine, but i wish the words were mine too...