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................. 

you are the one for me...........

Missing

Sometimes being alone

Depicts the very thought of you

But...

Missing "ME" in "YOU"

Makes it's own compromise...

- shammi muthuvel