Thodunae isthava?

Ontarini chesavaemae cheliya...?

Ninne nimpukunna naa kannullo, Neerae nimpavaemae cheliya... Neetho sagina swasalanae, Ontari chesavemae cheliya... Tolichupu lonae kannula nindi, Kalalalo kuda Neevae nilichi... Ilanae kalaga malachavaemi, Kalalae kallani kada terchavemi? Veluguku cheekati thodani vinna, Velugula venakala cheekati kanna... Naalo veluguvu neevai nilichi, Cheekati cheralo vadilavaemi? Neekai nilichina nalo swasa ni, Neetho nadiche naalo aasa ni, Naalo needaina naa manasu ni, Ontarini chesavamae cheliya? Ninne nimpukunna naa kannullo, Neerae nimpavaemae cheliya? Neetho sagina swasalanae, Ontari chesavemae cheliya?

Call me...

Call me if you remember the love in my eyes, oh my love... call me if you remember the warmth in my breath, oh my love... don't you remember that moment, when I had first expressed my love... don't you remember the feel in me, every time when you were in front of me... don't you remember all those moments, that we had spent together... don't you remember all those times when, I was sleeping in your laps... call me if you remember, the pain in my eyes when going apart... call me if you remember, the tingle in my voice, when you last spoke to me...

Evenings of Frustration!

Sitting in the room, with a system on the lap... unlocking every time it goes standby... thinking of doing something, but don't know, what? Opening the browse & staring at it... checking the mail box again n again, knowing that a new mail makes my hand-held device ring... thinking of what to do, my fingers stay on the keys, & eyes stare at the screen... feeling like doing something, that produces some adrenalin... answer for which being unknown, I stare at the screen, unlock it once again... feeling like walking on a road, though not alone, but surrounded by complete loneliness & immense darkness... I stare at the screen unlocking it once again... feel like writing a poem, describing the state-of-my-mind... feel like making a film, depicting the encounters within me... but, Iam neither a poet, rhyming my feeling... nor Iam an actor, portraying emotions of manipulation... & one more dawn of frustration turns into, the darkness of night, in a matter-of-c...

my heart says...

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