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  • revathi_rangaprabu 9w

    The Broken Heart

    I broke my heart,
    Not you;
    In the name of love
    And other mundane things,
    I broke it myself;
    No, not you.
    I chide that poor thing
    For loving too hard
    Some days;
    For not loving enough 
    On some;
    And then I refrain,
    From giving out little bits of it.
    A broken heart - the haunting nightmare,
    The last thing I'd want;
    I kept telling myself.
    To spare you and the world 
    Of all that guilt,
    I break my heart 
    All by myself,
    Trying to run away 
    From perhaps a heartbreak,
    With a broken heart;
    Oh, the irony there.

    ©revathi_rangaprabu

  • revathi_rangaprabu 10w

    who knows if there was a tomorrow,
    and if we would wake up 
    to remember each other?
    one day,
    you and i
    would cease to exist in real;
    become memories 
    that would eventually evaporate.
    what exactly do we want 
    those forevers for?
    all that i know,
    is we are here now,
    in this moment;
    and i love you 
    like every passing second 
    is an eternity of its own.

    ©revathi_rangaprabu

  • revathi_rangaprabu 14w

    While it rains

    Like a rain laden cloud 
    About to pour,
    I feel so heavy
    Full of little drops of love
    That I've saved;
    Let us for once 
    Stop this stupid game,
    This game of pretending 
    As if it meant nothing
    At the end of everyday;
    I lose myself,
    In your zephyr-like gentle caresses
    That send thunders across my sky;
    Everything that is me melts down,
    Tufts of grey lumps involuntarily precipitate
    And I am about to helplessly fall
    Ignoring my own senses;
    I know,
    I wasn't the first drop of rain that fell,
    I wasn't the monsoon you longed for;
    I could be the millionth rain to fall,
    But you are my only land.
    The only destiny I ever knew of.
    And so, I helplessly fall
    Giving myself up in the gravity;
    Let me rain, hold me once
    That is all I ask.

    ©revathi_rangaprabu

  • revathi_rangaprabu 14w

    Stockholm Syndrome

    Nothing bears no trace of unfamiliarity;
    Still I touch, and know not what it is.
    What games do the circling seconds play?
    Strange ones I'm sure, with my mind.
    I no longer hate what I used to,
    But is love the opposite of hate?
    I wonder.
    A giant web of coincidence,
    A split fork life, 
    All but a matter of place and time.
    What's so real that I could feel?
    If it keeps changing along the length of the reel?
    What I love and that I hate,
    I do not want to recognize now.
    Sealed in pooter, lies this slender urge for existence;
    A strange acceptance takes over.
    Tell me how to feel,
    If my longings would ever find home?
    Or is it some kind of Stockholm syndrome?

    ©revathi_rangaprabu

  • revathi_rangaprabu 19w

    When we meet at the gates of Valhalla

    I shall depart a day before,
    Leave behind the earth and shore,
    Wait for you at the door,
    To nuzzle, fuzzle and take you in my arms
    When we meet
    At the gates of Valhalla.

    I shall wait for you to walk at twilight 
    After you've polished off your blade 
    On all that that wanted defeat you,
    And you ride victorious
    To wipe the dirt off your face,
    And mend your scars back into place
    When we meet,
    At the gates of Valhalla.

    I shall wait for you to doze off on my shoulders,
    After you've grown tired of telling me 
    Your tales and valor,
    And I run out songs 
    To sing by the cracking fire.
    When we meet,
    At the gates of Valhalla.

    At dawn 
    When the first ray of sun seeps,
    Hand in hand, 
    Under the same smoldering light,
    For there is no great earth
    And greater heaven
    If not for you by my side,
    We shall walk
    Through the gates of Valhalla.

    ©revathi_rangaprabu

  • revathi_rangaprabu 19w

    The Kaleidoscope

    A weird twist, An irreversible convulsion
    And there came something new into existence;

    An asymmetrical pattern 
    Scattered on three symmetric mirrors;

    Broken fragments of bajillion colours,
    We put inside;

    Everything wanted and unwanted,
    Everything gathered and parted;

    Inside closed walls, in total internal reflection,
    A mirage we get to witness;

    It changed form with every turn,
    An abysmally unidirectional scheme of designs;

    No rewinds for wanting minds,
    Never will you get to see anything twice;

    Hold it as long as you want,
    A jerk in time, and there you lost;

    The hands keep turning,
    The churning doesn't stop;

    Till the very last light on this earth,
    Forgets to fade.

    ©revathi_rangaprabu

  • revathi_rangaprabu 20w

    Floccinaucinihilipilification

    Daylight and delirium
    Oscillate with tik and tok;
    With flowing time
    I am fleeting away
    It simply won't stop;
    Big and small,
    I made things look 
    Within my knowledge;
    Unsure of all of it now,
    Remorse and regret fill in
    For all that I forgot,
    Looked at but failed to revere.
    Infinitesimally small dust of existence,
    Inside this infinite scheme of things;
    What is to lie in the scope of my atomic senses?
    Such a sardonic irony,
    This life;
    Mulling over conflicts
    In erratic agreement;
    Making things mean something,
    While performing nihilation;
    Procrastinating death everyday,
    Waking up guilty for breathing;
    What is of value?
    Don't ask me.
    I write meaningless poems,
    With value less words;
    Drag myself to live,
    And go on 
    With this pointless act of
    floccinaucinihilipilification.

    ©revathi_rangaprabu

  • revathi_rangaprabu 20w

    The Keepsakes

    What are earthly possessions supposed to mean?
    Hidden away in the dark
    From everyday
    Until we stumble upon them,
    Bringing back names and places,
    We no longer recognize;
    The long times we spend
    Staying alive,
    Gathering objects, 
    Attaching desperate definitions,
    Patching up blisters
    And breaking again.
    We long to retain traces,
    Of all that we had 
    And all that we were
    Against this vile game of hide and seek,
    That time would play out.
    Keepsakes we get to keep,
    That vanish in the rush;
    The ones we beg to be ridden off,
    Thrown back into the loop.
    Memories not material things,
    Are the only keepsakes 
    We ever have for ourselves;
    For they are the only bits and pieces,
    That live and die,
    As far as us.

    ©revathi_rangaprabu

  • revathi_rangaprabu 22w

    A Nobody's Little Heart

    A nobody's little heart
    I kept to myself
    Away from people,
    Cause all they do is break.
    What am I to do,
    With a broken heart 
    In my hands?
    What would become of me,
    When only pain remains?
    You die inside,
    They say;
    But what even in me is alive
    To die?
    Running away from love,
    Terrified of ways in which
    It would change me;
    I see it chasing faster than ever.
    Where am I to stop?
    If I am 
    Too afraid to touch;
    And too tangled to let go.
    What do I do
    To all these pieces of myself?
    Will you love me,
    If I told you?
    Will you let me
    Stop and hold you?
    Tell me you won't break it
    If I gave you
    My nobody's little heart.

    ©revathi_rangaprabu

  • revathi_rangaprabu 22w

    ஓரங்க நாடகம் ஒன்று 
    ஒருதலைக்காதல் என்று 
    இதயத்தில் எழுதி வைத்திருக்கிறேன்;
    ரகசியமாய்.
    காற்றில் கிடைத்த இறகாய் 
    என் காதல் புத்தகத்தில் 
    புதைந்தே போனாய்.
    கலையாத கனவாய் கண்டேன் உன்னை;
    சொல்லவும் முடியாமல்
    உன்னை கொள்ளவும் முடியாமல் 
    ஆசைகளும் பேராசைகளும் 
    எனக்குள் தேக்கி வைத்திருக்கிறேன்;
    என் காதல் மீது காதல் கொண்டு
    எனக்கு மட்டும் உரிமை என்று 
    என்னோடு வைத்திருக்கிறேன் 
    உன்னோடு பகிரக்கூட மனமில்லாமல்.

    ©revathi_rangaprabu