The secret Jar.
Collaboration between Venkat and Pooja (PO box 517738)
She is a jar full of emotions,
The countless emotions hidden deep inside,
Full of fear and insecurity,
With jealous and hatred, as weapon of choice,
And then on a dark quiet night,
He came and looked into her dark brown eyes,
Her eyes made the conversation like a flowing river,
Her lips as sweet as honey dew,
Her teeth sharp as knives,
She was sun brighter but burning with her own flame,
His love knows no bounds,
He wanted to smoothen the crack of her broken pieces,
He wanted to hold her hand and write a poetry on every cell of her body,
That night he poured his love as he was the cloud providing rain to single flower,...
Are you an introvert or extrovert? he asked.
I am not sure. She paused for couple of seconds, to continue.
You see I love to walk free, among all these people, among all these things. I did them before but..
That is when I felt more lonely, more alone. Because all these people and things reminded me of my demons.
Now you say am I an introvert or extrovert? she asked.
The Magical Conversation
Let's have magical conversation tomorrow.
That five words kept circling her thoughts before she closed her eyes for that night.
It was a Saturday evening, six fourty five PM, for the first time, they both met at a restaurant. One month before this meet, they both got to know each other through a mutual friend.
For the first time both are seeing face to face.
He appeared to be the right guy to her and he was tall, having athletic look and she was impressed with his list of hobbies. she texted him first before it became regular conversation in whatsapp between few voice calls.
Both of them are absolutely dressed for the first informal date and are killing that ...
The Coffee Lover
Can we have coffee together?
That five words followed with long ten second pause.
Her thoughts wandered back to six months. Accepting his coffee invitation then was a wrong move.
Before she met him, she and her coffee had a lovely relationship. There was none between them.
One fine day she met him and had a conversation over coffee. Fast track three months, their conversations during coffee became so regular and things happened.
She was high on love. Coffee and him was the worst hangover ever happened to her.
Fast forward another one month, her biggest fear came true. Her love was falling apart and breaking into pieces, tough to reconcile, ending faster. Lovers back ...
When People Fakes A Smile,
Don't Get Mad,
Atleast They Are Trying.
"Write A Secret Letter For Gifts, Happiness And Much More" Santa Said
"I Don't Need Happiness, Just A Little Less Pain" She Wrote Secretly.
Colloboration Between Me and Priya (PO 562149)
She lived a life filled with secrets,
Hiding from anyone who came close to see them,
That morphed under those floral tattoos,
Or in forms of violet streaks in her hair,
Was hiding the young rebel.
While she waited,
Waited for lame moments to cruise by
He stood there dictating,
Dictating the simpletons and the wise,
To learn how to fight
Against justice, in shades of pink,
Against rights, that screamed ‘don’t let them blink’
And this was the time,
When she swept the floor with tattoos, very floral,
Hairstyles, violently violet,
Only, to let the young rebel,
Paint, the free walls red,
In memories of those,
Who never failed to beli...
She was hiding hundred of songs,
Afraid of anyone who ever came close to discover them..
And then he came like an ocean of music,
Playing his mesmerizing tunes,
With rhythm of his heart beat and vibration of his soul.
She opened up her heart and sang,
He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist,
They dance to then love tune,with no haste..
He reaches out gently and kissed her hand,
Her first ever ball has been oh so grand.