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Undiminishing love, but book closed forever…

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Life is augmented with responsibilities, once, renowned as crown jewels on one’s head.

Is it not what we are to run to, please the society, satisfy the guilt, and crave for un-loved?

Is it not what we are to shut ourselves when one needs us the most?

Is it not what we are to ditch someone to please the other?


The imperfections we are in existence, still being loved and cared for;

Strange and magnanimous of being a human. Sometimes we ought to be inhuman.

Is this a mundane affair or extraordinary philosophy in real form?

Self-centered, short-tempered under delay and insecure;

We make mistakes at times blunders, we are out of control hypothetically; it is hardship to handle you and me.


It is the insanity hovering over the same thing, again and again,

Only to realize we are lonely which vicissitudes of fate is.

Keeping the thoughts of past in the curls of distain,

There is always a weed in heart only to mourn with tears of blood;

Realizing this is moron madness! Living with this is as good as ‘brain dead’.



Dig deep inside your heart, hide me where no light penetrates,

Don’t let even the light touch my soul, as mine is only yours.

Never let me go away, hug me tight,

Don’t you ever think of discarding me away, you are what everything I have.


Cremate me deep inside your heart and live the life of soul along with yours,

Yet is frighteningly dark, I have your soul to lit mine up when I shatter, it give me space.

I sleep in darkness alone with tears, missing you for every heartbeat of mine,

I miss…. your warmth, the way you clad me, need your caress when I am on your lap,

The touch of your ever gleaming-lustrous fingers, the mesmerizing happy eyes that loves me the most.


Hey my love, bury me in your heart, keep me safe for yourself,

I am yours and you were mine, only to realize you have gone miles away with someone from being mine.


Written by raghuveeran

June 8, 2017 at 11:29 am

O love! What have you done?

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I am alive but unlike dead,

I am cared but left behind;

I belong to someone but orphan,

I want to be a rover but forlornness is engulfing me.


This feeling, an urge to talk to you;

And then I realise there is nobody by my side.

As you chose to take the hand of another even as our hands were made for each other;

You asked me to accompany you to our last breathe, 

And you made me breathe heavy with unravelling mystery of lonely tears.


Maturity is scornful symphony perhaps, it’s an irony, emotions are just a joke and I have become a bloke,

And you silenced my heart;

And mine made a grave loud cry in pain that I never felt before. 


From trying to be stronger, but I no longer know myself anymore that I lost hope,

I wish someone is there; one another human in this world who could give me a hug and hear my sorrows, and comfort me. 

Only to realise that I am psychologically invalidated by situations;

I am building a brutal self, to emotionally abuse myself with solitary confinement emotionally.


Why did you give up on me? I know you love me…

Your guilt to other and social concern is respectfully addressed with your new beginning.

And how is it addressed toward me? 


My grief is killing my hope, confidence, creativity, individuality;

Soon I shall see light, a hope of life, with a fake façade of being happy for rest of my life.

You are the best part of life, true; it made rest of my life meaningless without you.

Only leftover’s are flesh and blood. 


I don’t blame you for all this, all I communicate is I lost my happiness life. 

Written by raghuveeran

June 6, 2017 at 6:27 pm

The notion towards men…

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women disappointedIs admiring beauty a crime? Well, most prototypical human creatures around you think so and they are no different from the one’s dwelling in different time zones. WTF! They judge you. A part of guys around appearing as men by nature jaw-drop if a sculptured female wonder created by God pass by. It is ironically an archetypical pattern that our society follows when a guy sees a girl. This dude could be South Indian, North Indian, Italian, Latin American, Caucasian – it does not really matter. He sees, he wonders, he admires the curves, the outer facets and obviously not the heart as he doesn’t know the person.

For example, a man sees a butterfly; he keeps seeing it fly around and round the flower. It is damn colourful. Its wings have beautiful curves; wing spread is broad and fascinating. The design over the wings of a butterfly takes the breath away. It is mesmerizing to look at such beauty on the way. And the gravity dram created by such beauty draws nature’s admirers attention. One can see the butterfly fly for hours with no boredom. In the same way… Understood.

I know that by this time you would be furious at me with armory of questions to be fired at me. Why shouldn’t a guy admire a women or a girl for an instance. Nobody was on the path of the butterfly causing hurdles. It was flying independently being watched. Is it bad to expect from the respected fellow women not to bother about guys admiring them?

How does one know if a person is staring at you or admiring your beauty? Is it not brutal to brand all men seeing beautiful women appreciating what nature has created? And is it not natural for a man to look at a woman? Are you complaining against the greater perspective of god’s notion to naturally fall for each other? It is hormonal reaction for god’s sake and every other sake.simpsons

Well, I would like to make it clear that I do not support oglers. I hate people who spin their eye balls around women’s rack and I do not want fellow men to see women as sex bombs. This is definitely awkwardness. I respect women a lot.

But, restlessly, am I looking at a society of atypical heterogeneous creatures branding males looking at a female as sin? Or is there a single woman in this world who has not looked at any guy with cunning flirtatious ambitions in their mind. It is rational to include facts that all women do admire and stare at guys. But, the gracious men do not complain. Is it natural for men to be gracious creatures or otherwise? There is a question of moral dilemma that I pose to this society for branding men who look at women and admire their beauty. Please at least do not complain if you are not broadminded enough to acknowledge it.

A friend of mine, a North Indian came along to ‘Nanganallur Anjaneyar temple’ (Monkey God in Hindu Mythology), he is normally fascinated by the South Indian culture and the way in which the Tam-Brahm girls drape themselves in silk ‘saree’ (Female Indian clothing) and their décor. Décor in the sense, ‘malli-poo’ (Jasmine) clipped to their hair, ‘Kumkum’ (a powder made from turmeric and bit of slaked lime) on their forehead and beautiful ‘lolakku’ (hollow inverted bucket drops), he saw such girl in the temple and he was admiring her. He was like… Oh my God! Such beauty you created. She saw him, assumingly staring, let a pillar of the temple obscure her from my friend’s sight. This is what happens, Sigh! The thin line between staring and admiration was mistaken at that instance.

 Well, lot of people shall be argumentative with million examples budding in their brains to tear apart this possible way of rational thinking. But one should not forget the fact that hormonal reactions are one biological facet of humanity. If you cannot stare at a butterfly you cannot stare at a woman. An appreciative broadminded person will understand.

Written by raghuveeran

May 21, 2014 at 3:08 pm

A spectacle

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More you look into a person, the more you see yourself in.

The more you perceive about the person, the more you see yourself.

The more you see yourself as another person in a person,

the more you get deceived when you see the other.

The more you get deceived from what you imagined the other to be,

more different the person whom you see become.


Written by raghuveeran

July 16, 2011 at 6:58 am

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