"ALCHEMY" an attempt to make ourselves more socio-constructive and open minded.
THE FEEL OF A HEART, THE TRUTH BEHIND, THE NEED FOR A CHANGE, THE FACT BEHIND, THE TRUE LOVE AND JUST EVERYTHING YOUR HEARTS DESIRE ARE SPOKEN HERE
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LOVE AND KISS - HE
LOVE AND KISS - HE
Walking through that meadows.
Riding through the roads
I never missed your eyes looking at me
Those wandering eyes searched for the love
Love that I never cared to give you……….
You spoke no word.
You expressed no words.
You thought you hide it well.
Those eyes said me everything.
Yet I acted as if I never cared.
Now I decide I am not going to miss you…
The one ready to take me as me
The one ready to be me
You the gritty eyed,
You the one with chanting smile.
You the one who bears all my non-sense.
You the one who holds out when I need.
You are the one that shed
That shed your pretty tears for me.
You the one I choose to ignore till now
Do you think,
I will dare to miss you?
As the sun showed in the night’s thunderous sky.
As birds sang in the warm rain.
I kissed you…
Your soft tender lips entangled with me
It became one among me.
And there I expressed you Love.
Moments of intimacy.
Moments that kept us as one
Moments that kept us one -
Even when we were miles apart.
Those were the moments of our life.
The moments that continues forever and ever……………………….
WRITTEN FOR GOOSEBERRYGOES POETRY PICNIC2-THE KISS
Sun, wearing its orange mask twists out.And the warriors after 2 long days are battling,Out already to stay alive.Our Chola-Kongu-Pallava army is battered and shattered;Our warriors are tired and weak;They are just avoiding death each time the Pandyan army strikes.They know that death is inevitable though butStill they hold their swords in their bleeding arms and continue to fight.
The Decision: In the battle encampment our warrior kings meet. Aparjithan, Aditan and Prithivipathi are deciding their fate.For the sake of their men,For the sake of holding their kingdoms still more long.For their sake of surviving They have planned to retreat.
Old Crippled Tiger Enters In Carried on a caravan Vijaya-cholan the Old tiger enters in.“Tigers don’t retreat, it is here we stand and fight.We shall march back victoriousOr we shall go back as fallen warriors.”For the love of freedomFor the pride of our nation,For the glory we ought to attain.For the Pennon o…