Crazy Minnal ❣️

  You see me. Of course you do, like a reflection in the mirror. But what lies beneath… Something that might kill you if you come closer intact, or if you want to consume it fully… Something fatal. That’s what lies behind those stories you heard, the laughs you’ve seen. You saw what was shown, telecasted like a TV show, edited out all those bad scenes and made a feel-good story to play with you. A manipulation that feels like love. Then what are you really? Are you the one that has been seen by others, or are you the one that’s hidden away from the light and built a wall around it? Or are you the whole of it? Are you aware you are fooling yourself, thinking that you are wise— wiser? Being that trial version, how does it feel? Like a temp file that got lost along the way unnoticed… Like a short haiku hoping to stay in the memory, but sadly not forever. Being the pages that they look back at and laugh, and feel nostalgic, sometimes a little sad with tears rolling apart. Is that what ...

 

A heart that embraced the touch of love was only imprinted with  hands that lusted over love, Played along, smiled, Since it became a game to her, Chosed the players along  As she liked the game, But not the players obviously, To pretend to be in the game of love, By blindfolding her heart, behind the walls, the desires Overtook the innocence  As visitors of lovely art at museums  the art that was touched, Never understood, Left as mystery that was questionable Unless to the artist... no one solved the art of love, Even the art... -Keerthi Thirunavukkarasu 

  How it felt when the home was destroyed? How it felt to flee away? How it felt when the heart shattered? How it felt to be invisible? How it felt to not have a soul? Not able to find that place, No where belonged, No where invited, To be an alien in the human world, Trying to fit those shoes!! - Keerthi Thirunavukkarasu 

  Door slamed, Finally a house became home when everyone left, She chose the darkness a silence of cemetery, Where she could hear her own heartbeat, Dancing to her favourite music, Laughing at the ceiling, As the sand in a hourglass, Still left, How pity she was, a smile disappeared, With the sound of door bell...                                         -Keerthi Thirunavukkarasu

  Only Fools fall in Love, And yet here you are, Being the Wisdom God Intertwined, caught and stuck In the twisted romance, That veils and unveils itself In the breezy wind, Not knowing the storm following it Yet here you are In love !! Like all other fools Waiting...! - Keerthi Thirunavukkarasu