Eternal Dance of Love..

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Unable to forget, Unable to move on;
 I live like a zombie,
Chained to the past,
 By your slowly rusting memories...


You were my last thought before I slept.
You haunted my dreams,
I woke up to myriad memories of you.


 In them I was with you; 
Your face crinkling into a smile,
my heart drumming, 
Our eyes speaking a million things...


 Sadness engulfs me,
I feel it in every inch of me, 
An overwhelming pain that threatens my sanity,
A constant ache to remind me, of you.


 Your silence hurts ,
Your disdain taunts,
Weren't you the one who vowed,
You are mine, forever?!!


 Maybe from a past life,
we have promises broken,
Perchance, an unrequited love.

 We will meet again,
If not in this, in another age.
Our souls will dance eternally till the music ends,
To keep those ancient promises alive.

Rest not till we fulfill them,
Dance to the same tunes,
Till we master the dance,
 Rest not till we fulfill the vows.

Come to me beloved,
I am tired of this dance...
I will forget the pain you gave,
Do forget the ones I gave.
And while we forget, let this music end,
Let us begin our dance anew,
With no promises or vows,
Just you, me and love galore....

--- Preethi Venugopala-----

The Mask

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There was magic in your word

In every syllable I found love

Deeper I fell with everything you said

Light shone on me from above

Your sound entranced me

I didn’t hear my gut’s plea

Your presence was bliss

I found solace in your kiss

What was it that made me blind?

Was it your charm that formed your mask?

Or the smile that could hide any malice?

I don’t know the why or what?

It came out of the blue

The pain of reality

Time scattered your mask  into pieces

Along with shards of my heart

I wish I were smarter

I wish I could see the face

Hidden behind the mask

Now only the scar remains

The longing for forever

Grips at my heart

Sadness bellows in darkness

I fall into despair

Never will I believe in your charm

I do not wish to even hear your name 

You stole the innocence of my heart

It has sworn to protect me from harm

I fear every face under the sun

I fear every sudden turn

That might hide another urn

seeking the ashes of my dreams

The Poison of Your Love

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Why do I feel so forlorn when I hear that you are 

continents away?

Why is the pit of dread in my stomach 
becoming unbearable by the second?

There is this thought, that little voice in 
the back of my head that tells me, 
you have forgotten me.

There exists no chord in the strings of
your heart that sings my name.

The ravages of time, 
the flight of memory has torn down
the resistance of that stubborn sinew.

You are not haunted by my name, 
you don't even realize how much 

that truth is tearing me apart
I loathe this teary existence, I grieve my
lost innocence. 


You have tainted my blood with the poison of your love.

Every second reminds me that I am losing

yet another day when I have failed to be near you.

The lantern of hope is now beginning to
smoke dark fumes, 

the love that kindled it, is long exhausted.
I know this and only this,

I can never be the same again, Without You.

Her Warrior

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The dawn seemed darker,

Her heart cried louder,

The Birdsong was melancholy,

The other side of her bed was empty.

Her warrior had left

He walked away while she slept,

Dreaming happy dreams,

Leaving behind lingering memories.

Answering the call of his motherland,

His new bride he had left behind,

The waves would take him far,

To guard the shores afar.

She ran to the shore,

The waves clamored ashore,

Clad in his coat,

Her eyes seeking his boat.

The horizon was blank,

Her heart sank,

The waves confessed to her feet,

I will return him to you with his smile bright.

The wind murmured,

The swallows chorused,

Your warrior shall return,

On yet another morn.

Do not shed any tears,

They multiply your fears,

Wait for that dawn,

Never again will you be alone.

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You, my hurricane

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I entered that lane,

My heart humming a tune

I didn’t know the plan of fate,

No one told me it was insane.

You smiled, I was dazed,

You approached, nodding a greeting

Your sparkling eyes,

That weightless gaze,

Was it a whirlpool or a hurricane?

I twirled and whirled at your behest

Your warm voice swept me away,

Your fingers danced through my hair,

Your lips kissed away my fear.

And when I had lost myself in you,

You vanished leaving me,

my shattered soul and battered body.

While you had rushed past,

You crushed what was whole,

A heart that loved love.

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Loneliness

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Fate had laid her bare,

Her chase for wealth,

Ended in a chasm so huge,

She resisted the pull with all her strength.

Her sweaty palms held tight

The rope of hope with all her might.

Her wishes, her tears,

Added to the fears,

She let go at last and fell,

She fell too deep.

Darkness, it was darkness all around,

And loneliness,

 That devoured her body and soul.

Her distressed soul decided to call it quits,

Enough was enough.

It left her yearning and whining body,

In search of pleasant pastures,

And cheerful minds.

Her body, it pined alone,

Loneliness feasted on it bit by bit.

Her heart had ceased to beat,

The lips sang no more.

No more tales of tears or happy sojourns.

Her eyes, they refused to shut,

Stubbornly hoping to watch another morn.

Her hair, still raven black, joined the eyes

 in her wait for the morn,

A rogue wind blew the hair on her eyes

And closed it shut.

Her hair continued to rebel,

Fluttering in the breeze,

Swearing at time.

Till a roaring rain came in,

Burying it in a mudslide.

Only loneliness remained.

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Where are you?

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Where are you?

Do you remember me?

My flowers are wilting,

My hair is unkempt since long,

My eyes no longer yield any tears.

I was a dead log,

Life began with your arrival,

It ended when you left me for another.

Why did you make promises that you never intended to keep?

Why did you allow my dreams to bloom?

Sweet blossoms, they wither with every passing breeze.

The wind whispers tales about you,

Of another wilting rose,

About another dead log,

Of unkempt tresses,

About another pair of haunted eyes!

In those days of cheer,

I had chided the wind,

Called him a liar,

A jealous lover.

The time now tells me how blind I was!

But my stubborn heart still prays for a miracle,

For a day when all the whispers would die a shameful death,

When you will arrive again,

Like the long-awaited drop of rain.

New shoots, new leaves will surround me again,

I will wait for that dawn,

 Like a fool, I will await you.

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The Kiss of Death

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I see them every day;

the two star-crossed lovers.

Clinging to each other, 

they fear, it is the last time they will meet.

Sunsets tell them, they need to part ways;

There is a fault in their stars. 

Sunrises bring out the rebel in them,

He sneaks out in disguises and seeks her out.

They linger in the shadows, making promises,

Parting with lingering kisses.

She was the lotus and he the bee;

Today, they lingered long

Not heeding the bugles of time,

Her lush petals became his cherished grave.

I saw them then, the lotus and the bee,

One last time, she embraced him,

One last time he kissed her,

The agonizingly sweet kiss of death

And united forever they were, in the cradle of death.

The wind roared, the river wept,
The earth sighed.
I, the lonely sun, asked them to stop mourning.
Another young bee will soon find another lotus bud.
It will sing until the lotus bloomed.
In their love, the star-crossed lovers will live again,
As they say, true love never dies, 
It is okay to love,
It's still okay!

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My role Model: My father

Dr. K. Kunhikannan

I still remember the warmth of his shoulders on those sleepless and feverish nights.

I still remember the cool breeze that came from his handheld newspaper-fan that worked non-stop, on those days of long power-cuts, which made me sleep.

I still remember the security his presence gave, when nature played havoc and threatened my world with thunder, lightning and storm.

You and I

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When I am with you,
I am a splendid soul,
All the vile thoughts,
All things dull,
Just cease to exist.

You are my devoir,
Your arms my sanctum,
Your eyes my mirror,
The warmth of your hug my favored wrap.

My heart beats echoing your amour,
My blood gushes in rapture,
My lips are tinted by your ardor,
My skin blooms in your fervor.

You wonder why we forget,
The entire world throughout.
Our ornery paths converge,
Our thirsty souls forever merge.

You and I, we contrived this world,
This cozy microcosm of ours.
You and I,  we will enshrine our love,
Just here beneath the stars;

The waves and the golden sand,
the silent deponents...


-Preethi Venugopal

Eyes are a-flame...

Eyes are a-flame…

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Yesterday I met you in my dreams,

Everything remained the same ..

My heart fluttered like a butterfly,

When your lips made mine their aim.

You left me crying, pleas remained unheard; 

My eyes were a-flame.

Today I met you in my dreams…

I remained your self-same song,

One you forgot half-way along.

All the while in my ears it rang,

Tumbling with the self-same love.

But away you flew, unaware

That my eyes were a-flame.

Tomorrow if I meet you in my dreams,

Will I remain the same and would you?

The winter is cruel but the nights are long.

Will we sing our self-same song?

Or would that feeble thread snap,

The one I thought remained strong;

The one that binds our hearts as one?

These I know are not just dreams,

But your love that I yearn for and miss.

They have come to me, I am sure..

To kindle that self-same pang 

So my eyes remain a-flame, all along.

---Preethi Venugopal

Little things that bring Joy..

Those little things that bring joy;

Little smiles that showers love,

Little whispers that call me dear,

A warm hug which tear away my fears;

Small things, Small wonders,

Big hopes, bigger woes,

It all comes to us in turns,

Smaller the hope, smaller the woes;

Those little blooms that sway in the wind,

The silent breeze that wipes my tears,

Birds singing away to find,

Love and light up in the trees;

These are my little things of joy,

 That fills my heart with delight,

I hope, I wish, they are forever mine,

These little things,

These joys of mine…

-  Preethi Venugopal

Why I love mornings...

         

Red Franipani flowers basking in sunlight in my yard back  home

When night is almost done,
And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces,
It 's time to smooth the hair
  And get the dimples ready,
And wonder we could care
 For that old faded midnight
That frightened but an hour. 

                                                                                    - Emily Dickinson

What a lovely poem by Dickinson !!!
Short and sweet....
The loveliest things really do come in small packages. 

If I am able to watch the sunrise and bask in the early morning light, I am ready to face the day with a big smile on my face. Today was just such a day. I went for a relaxing walk on our terrace which have a beautiful garden view. The cool morning breeze caressed my cheeks and told me I am loved. The tweets of the song birds calmed down my tired heart. When the sun painted the sky with an array of splendid colours, I got to see an animated gallery of paintings that changed every minute.

Then chirpings started to fade and the birds flew away one at a time promising to return after a hectic day. 

It was signal for me to start my day too.

With a calm heart and a face bright with a smile I face this day with a new hope.

A new beginning..

A new reason to be alive...

Have a nice day people..

Dreams...

" Expectations" A digital drawing I did with photoshop 

A small poem I wrote ...

I have this thing with dreams,

I simply don't know why...

All night I toss about in my dreams...

And watch myself cry...

What is it with dreams?

Lost is my love and so are you. 

All day I think about those dreams,

the ones in which I beheld you.

Some say one dies a bit with every sad dream,

I don't know then how I am still alive.

Dreams are all but dreams,

but they make me come alive.

Will I see you only in my dreams?

Will you stay with me this time?

Ah my love, promise me this time, at least in dreams,

Promise me you will stay this time.

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