POEM: THE LETTER, TO MY ANGER

 Silently sleep my sensible anger

I don’t want your stillness to be slain

Whatever happens to me happens for good

And not willing to use you for my personal pain

Cause, you are not for me and never for me.

RIGHT OR WRONG?

It’s a register marriage. A Hindu man marries a Christian woman without the consent of their parents. They fix Chennai as their source of income. The woman joins in a school where the man works as an engineer. The woman wants to talk to her mother and, was strictly rejected.

IS SHE JUST MY FRIEND?

“I love her, I love her so much. I sincerely love her and I miss her a lot. I don’t know how to bear this pain. I don’t know where to share this. At last fate has separated me from her. But, I feel like meeting her. I feel like talking to her. I want to hug her. I feel like leaning on her shoulder. I want to wipe her tears. I want her to wipe my tears.  I feel like eating with her. I feel like holding her hands. I feel like walking with her as I did.