There is an abyss,
The bottomless chasm,
Lights can never reach,
A worrying darkness,
Fear, that takes away courage.

The sight of an endless blue,
Blackness that hurts the eyes,
Consumes even the soul,
Fight, I try, kicking it away,
It pulls like quick sand.

I am here,
In my blueness, blackness, darkness,
With feeble courage left,
And less than ever energy,
Giving up,
There I saw you, Divinity

There are souls,
Living ones,
who go about their businesses as usual.
And there are one of a kind ones,
Their work, life become them,
They give away so much,
Completely and abundantly,
Expecting nil in return.
They love romantically,
Steadfastly, with passion,
Forgive instantly,
Touch lives miraculously,
Bringing change, being change.
They are divinities making,
Of pure honesty.
This world and its people,
Will always disregard them,
For they are different,
They flower daily,
 refusing to stay in the seed.
They are sages,
Emitting light, for no reasons,
No expectations.
They are torches that burn,
From within, like the heart of Divinity.
They have anger, they break too,
They are impatient and patient too,
They forget and make up to it.
They are human and humane too.
But they are one of a kind,
They become love, unconditionally
Effortlessly,
Benignly,
They are whole.

This poem, are to those who carry divinity in their hearts and touch people's lives everyday. And few whom I know. Sandhana Arumugam, Chinnu Accamma Kuruvilla, Elango Raghupathy, Basith Bas, Sarva Punya S Mukhopadhyaya, Vimal Dev, Sneha Mohandoss,

I must have loved you,
Even before knowing,
Who you are,
What you are.
But I guess time took its course.

That's why when reality,
Like a child stands,
In front of me,
I quiver to pick her up.

I want to tell you this,
Go away, for my love,
Is and always will be
Incomplete,
And I cannot compete.

I shudder away,
When it dawns,
You deserve better
Than the best,
And I am none of the above.

Are you done loving me, Love?
For when my hand seek yours,
You seem to withdraw yours away.

The whimpering heart,
Knows not how to understand,
The distance to which you pace away.

In the darkness of the night,
The heart toss and turn,
Trying to let go,
Of what you don't want, but in vain.

The desire to hold you,
Hold on to you,
Want you, make love to you,
Seek.

Yet, in a wild desert,
Below the transcending moonlight,
In tears, I put them to sleep.

She is praised,
For she holds together
Her pots and pans
her home and duty

She has to be desirable
 to the one man only,
And has to be sexless
To the rest.

She has to be naturally a mother,
And if she states the opposite,
She is stared at,
Laughed at.

She is beautiful,
But has to limit it,
Control it,
Put it
behind lock and key.

Married woman,
What does she want,
Is she happy?
Is she content?
Is she complete?

There are pictures that I can draw,
That can destroy me,
And you,
Truth is hurtful,
And most times unsaid.

I wish you looked into me,
Sometimes,
Just sometimes,
So that you saw,
I have blue mountains,
Trees and lovely birds,
In me.

My laughter,
Hides many of me,
My tears,
Break me,
I am what I am,
Broke and glued,
Torn and stitched.

Dream 1
There were walls,
Crows sitting on them,
Famished ones.
They plucked each others eyes.

Dream2
A vineyard,
Grapes and snakes,
Hung,
Twined together.

Dream3
Face of a beloved,
Hands caressed,
Lips kissed,
Locked and made love.

Dream4
Steps,
They went every direction,
To oblivion,
To confusion.

Lying under the blanket,
Was unheard passion,
Waiting to be found,
Moans and yearnings,
Of unexpressed desires.

The heart demanded,
More of ecstasy,
wild and shameless,
The mind knew,
It's going to be cut,
Into a thousand uncountable pieces.

It's not right,
It's not wrong either,
It's here that I am,
It's here that you are,
Where all uncertainties die,
All of it vanish.