If we aren’t meant to kiss,
then why do my lips long for a distant memory
lifetimes past
from loving your soul and body by heart?

If we aren’t meant to love endlessly,
then why does eternity fit
so perfectly inside your arms?
while I’m lost in your body and in your spirit, I find that I belong.

If we aren’t meant to wake in each other’s sight,
then why does the night dream in your shape
and I find you even in shadows that even light can’t shake.

If we aren’t meant to be together,
then why does the moon give me company,
when you fall asleep
as if she, too, waits for your wake
for the tides to turn and for the Sun to see.

If we aren’t meant to be soulmates,
then why is happiness only where your smile is,
while your smile holds my heart and sets me free.
Oh darling, if home is where the heart is,
My home, I come back to loving you more, every time I breathe.

சுந்தரி நீயே,
உன் பெயர் இந்த உலகத்தில் ஒரு பெரிய மர்மமே,
பெயரைக் கேட்டால் மாயம் என்று சொல்லும் தமிழ்ச்செல்வியே,
உலகத்தின் செல்வங்கள் எல்லாம் உன் முன்னால் காலடி தூசியே.
உன் கால் கொலுசை தேடி சென்ற இந்திரன் நானாகவே,
இந்திரலோகத்தில் பராசக்தி இளவரசியாய் நீயாகவே.
தாய் சக்தியின் மூன்றாவது விழியின் தீயே,
கண் விழி ஓரத்தில் உறங்கும் மெய்யழகி நீயே.
மெய் சிலிர்க்கையில் தோள் மேல் வரும் ரேகை நீயே,
கண்கள் போல் ரேகை கொண்ட மயில் தோகை நீயே.
விழி மூடையில் நான் தோன்றும் பகல் கனவே,
அந்த கனவில் வரும் தேவதைகளின் தேவியே,
மிதக்கும் தேவதையின் சிறகு ஒலி ஓசை நீயே,
சுதந்திர சிறகுகள் பறக்கும் நீல வானம் நீயே,
விடியும் வானத்தில் தூங்கும் வெண்ணிலவு நீயே,
நிலாவின் மயக்கத்தில் ஆடும் கடல் அலைகள் நீயே,
கடல் கரைச் சேறையில் எழுதும் கவிதை நீயே.
உன் கவிதையின் பெயரை சொல்ல எனக்கு ஆசை அடியே,
இந்தக் கவிஞனிடம் உன் பெயரை சொல் என் கண்மணியே.

Stardust shimmering in her eyes,
The cosmos clouded in her mind,
The deep brunette expanse cascading as her bob,
Time escapes and slips into eternity as I stare into her hourglass.
Her walk turns heads leaving even the cats gawk,
Her ethereal feet always above ground and a new garden birthed as she strolls.
There’s wind beneath her wings and in dead space, she levitates above.

Her words turn into poetry; voice into music and she even speaks her silence away.
The Sun shies and hides in her presence,
And the Moon turns pale at her gaze.
Her smile blinds like its diamonds,
her caramel skin like seething gold, painted luminescent.
And even in her haloed silhouette, from within she radiates.

You can lie on my lap or fall into my arms.
You can have all of me and my heart.
And I’ll have you wrapped, holding your back, warm with all of my love.
You can cry on my shoulders or squeeze my hands,
lie wasted asleep to the lull and thump of my chest.
Even if the sky comes crashing or the Earth goes to stone, even in hell I will carry you and never leave you alone.

Oh Kavya, will you let me read your lines and together on song we rhyme?
Kanmani, starting tonight for the rest of my life, will you allow yourself to be mine?

How much can you break before you fall apart?
For the whole when weighed is more than its parts that summed.
How long do you wait before you choose to stop?
For the clock when fed time had both its hands that ticked bitten.
How much can you save before all that is worth is lost?
For every precious scar when hidden, costs an arm and a leg then.
How will you forgive the sky of flaws from a forgotten past?
For every eager edge, a golden hour cast and every crooked cloud, a silver lining painted.

For time, frozen and silence, a sad song.
The widowed wife, she keeps weeping all night long.
For summer, forgotten and when winter, is now.
The young son carries the name and is warm wearing your clothes on.

As remorse, realised and regret weighs on.
As memories, always a melancholic trip down.
Hey Ram! Hey Ram! Tell me where have you gone?
I’ve been searching soundly yet you are nowhere to be found.

Venus, let’s lock eyes on a cold winter night and fill the air with the warmth of our breath.

Feel you up on the kitchen top, pin you down on the floor and then let’s talk about sex.

Go to the pictures and then stare at you because all I want is to just kiss your neck.

Let’s dine on the tiniest table for two, run our toes over each other and eat while our knees touch.

Bathe in a hot shower, watch the water run as we still paint a beautiful mess.

Lie naked on our backs, dry ourselves while we get high smoking some laced cigarettes.

Let’s cuddle before we fuck, play with each other’s hair and confess our dirtiest secrets.

Precious, let’s not just go through the motions, instead bond our souls and use our bodies to express.

Let’s best each other, tire ourselves making love and lie wasted wrapping our legs

Then slowly fall asleep to the sound of dawn as the morning moon sets.

Oh! My darling, my luv, my muse…. Venus, let’s…

On a deserted highway, afar, sitting atop the dying tree of life
there’s a songbird that sings only sad songs
Even through scorching days and through the dead of night,
a band in one, abandoned, she sings for no one
The unlucky few are the lost wanderers just passing by,
hearing only melancholy for hours along
Me, Myself & I; I, me, mine…. I, me, mine…
You loved me once and hated me far too many times
I cannot believe I once thought I could call you all mine
All the times I sunk deep in love, all the way into your eyes
Me, Myself & I; I, me, mine…. I, me, mine…
I have this love for pain and this hate for love
and until my throat goes sore or my heart turns to stone
I’ll keep singing the same old stories in the tunes that I know
Me, Myself & I; I, me, mine…. I, me, mine…

On a cold winter morning when the sky is as dim as it can be,
I hear my Daisy calling and dazedly staring at me.

In loneliness she keeps wailing and dancing as doldrum beats.
Yet worry not, my dandelion. Because as always, it’s just you and me.

And as you keep anxiously calling, for the Sun to rise and let you see,
Don’t forget to open your eyes my darling, because you make your own sunshine and make the light that sets me free.

So just like every morning, my marigold, keep staring at me.
Except this time around, sway to the rhyme of my song and smile so you can be seen.

For the benefit of my sanity and my life,
I’m holding a funeral for a swarm of butterflies.
Why?
Can’t really blame them, I used to like the feeling when they were free to flutter and free to fly.
Flying from my stomach, all the way high to my mind,
all through the day and all through the night.

Until it made me lovesick, with no warning or even a sign.
It’s alright,
I do this on purpose and this isn’t even my first time,
The best part of pest control is that nothing kills these insects like writing a couple of cheesy lines that rhyme.
Because, instead of me, I’d rather they die
and for a change, let me be the one watching you cringe and watching you cry.