A GAME THAT MATTERS

Hindering the soulfulness

Beneath the baffling edges 

Cluttering  thoughts emerges ....

yet another ,

Yes ...yet another ..

I may never overcome 

This may the cliff hanger ..

The board has its own  white and black 

Pawns being played at the edges 

The white queen has her black disciples 

Lacking quotient is the king 

 Could it  be reversible?

Nevertheless...

 A win determines the whole scenario ..

Being played and out played pushes the edge

Better you win ..

Bequest it ...

Rather if you lose

 It would be an occult disaster ..

The kingdom of thrones would collapse ..

Savage of revenges plug in  

Just beware ...Thorn of roses are even sharper ...

So Never Ever Lose ....

shammi muthuvel ....

STREAKING

I dunno what happens, 

May be the present 

might be the past 

But nothing of avail 

neither of those comes to the rescue .

I dunno what happens 

 Thinner the fraction

greater the pain 

Nothing serves right 

coming all the way ,is what it deserves ...

I dunno what happens 

Evolving is of a kind  

turning a beauty to beast 

or the vice versa 

nevertheless the hurdles

would break through ...

I dunno what happens 

winds do takes its stride 

the break through is on the way 

larvae turning to a pupa 

May be a beautiful butterfly 

At last .....

A lust justified

shammi muthuvel 

YOU AND ME

Beneath the hard current
Was thy shadow well hidden
Withering restlessly, profusely 
Yet another mistake in making

Blindingly twined were our souls
Replica of the hidden agenda
The stormy winds and the underwater made me drunk
Stealthier move was always your prior

Dodging the truth, I moved farther …clinging to the surface
Hardly breathing, neglecting the fact, the swirl was up to me negotiating
Willingly caving in was always in the option,
 am I blinded preposterously?
Heated arguments, oh…no…not again …
where I am pointing?

Neither was the answer, I know it by heart, falling apart or caving in was never the answer
The option keeps growing, some new definitions, and some new conclusions
I can’t be a mannequin dolling ideas,
Further-er emoting is at stake be it a laugh or cry

The surface is being condensed with ice …
        no more surfacing…suffice is the truth
You again won …strangulated would be the veins of flow
…devious natural hazards
No the end is not now, it was you again ….we are even
Let another battle field begin…
I now know the art of deceiving,
Obviously well taught

Shammi Muthuvel

Grief

It's been tough all the way 

Alters sway  hither too...

Reluctant in their proportions

Redeemed  thoughts ..

Buried beneath the thick layers 

With veins and flesh 

Burns alive...

Yet another battle ground 

Silence being  the sword 

Pronouncing different spells ...

The war begins ,

Neither you nor me ,  won..

Despite losing the tie was incorrigible 

Leaving one more scar ... deep and depth ...

Yet another war field awaits ......

shammi

Despair was clouding
she went down
Her eyes filled
Dripping some drops
Forbidden were the col ours
Tunning and turning
Yet another cyclone
she withstood as ever
May it be named in her's ...shammi

SCAR ....

It has been too long
The depth of the words were haunting
The arrogant echoes filled the air
No fresh air's either
Neither the warmth of love
Lingering there for long was suffocating
Yet the glimpses of you
Might fill the passion 
And let it stand as a memoir
With the words of you...
As a scar and its impact.................