Show me a picture,
Let me show you the texture.
We can make wonders,
After tons of launders.
Hold it back.
Wait!
Flow it on.

You can say everything about everyone.
Turning around you can only see someone.

You can say you’re made for someone.
Looking back you’ll realise that it’s all beyond.

You can try to make rules and promises.
Looking forward you’re only left with days and faces.

Love or war you might think.
War or love it can be.

Friends are the most important chapter in life. Learn to choose the good ones- you once said.

Starting from a one month challenge of raising me, I’m sure that the worse part was growing me.

“Relationships are no no!” You badger all the time. “Who’s this you’re talking to? A guy?” It became a statement all the while.

All the words you utter,
Calm me down in terms of pamper.
Gaining a multiple slaps,
I never once collapse.

53, “wow you’re an old man now.” I laughed.
“But you still need me just like how you see me.” He smiled.
You come running when you see me going through seizures.
What else can I do other than smiling when I see your circumspections.

Happy Father’s Day Pa.
Love, Vinasri.

In 0.1 second, I lost my world.
Not being able, to handle the tumult.

In one month of silence I lost myself.
Wasn’t able to get up and ramble.

In half of the year I built him in me.
Knowing that all this while I was in a jumble.

Saying Viki, Viki, Viki ,Viki.
I begin to throw away all of my tikis.

Yesterday, I went through a heartbreaking disaster. At that moment, the only thing I could do was cry behind the doors. Quietly holding my hands covering my mouth so that people couldn’t hear me. Today I’m sitting here down a tree where it’s windy with leaves flying across me with flowers falling on my hair thinking about how lost I am. Thinking about how I’m going to get out of this. Then I hear bells ringing and god whispering “let your flame burn. Just wait, the tables will turn.” Smiling I walk back home.

On this day I realise that not everyone could just forget a person when they’re gone.
No it’s not easy.

It’s easy to say,
Easy to act,
Easy to sleep.

But it’s not easy to feel and tell to yourself.

You could still be able to see the last smile of that person.
You could still remember the last hug that the person gave you.
You could still remember the last blink of his eyes when you last saw him.
You could still remember the last scent on him that made you fall for him.
You could still remember the last kiss from him that made you wander around.

You could remember every last thing that happened. Then how will it be possible for you, for us, to forget it and move on?
It will never be possible. And it shouldn’t be possible!

How many death in the
life of him?
This is Viki;
This is his dance.

How much space in the
life of a form?
This is Vina;
She the unborn.

Together they sway,
Forward and back,
Viki the fire,
Vina the blue.

As lovers they exchange,
Put to sleep and awake,
With grace and love,
Compassion and joy.