Love Letter

Dear Lover,

I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay awake just to hear you breathing, watch you smile while you are sleeping. I've felt nothing like this before and I know this is real since the first time I met you. Being with you gives me the strength which I never had. Where were you all this while, looking into your eyes makes me strong and weak at the same time. I can feel my legs turning into jelly and butterflies are fluttering in my stomach. Can i fly like one? Will you be my wings?

I feel love. I am falling free. I wish you were my lollipop. Both our hearts were wounded before, but girl, I'm willing to tear my heart again to trade with yours.You don't have to be perfect, to be perfect for me. I wish to cup your cheeks and look at your face all day long. I want nothing more than to be close to you. I have missed much in life because I did not have a companion. You are the companion that I have wanted for so long. I love you.

With love,

Viknesh

Shoot My Lungs

Here I go again, tearing the inner pieces of my heart and screaming all over again simply because I feel that I will never understand why do humans run away from their problems? This is clearly not the right way to solve things. How long can you run from your problems? It’s a wise choice to be a fighter and solutions will appear when we strangle what has been the center of the predicament. With a clear heart and a big head, that dilemma will eventually come to an end.

Our lives are built from pieces of coincidences, an accidental moment we want it to happen but sometime we thought it’ll never be. Confusing huh? We all know that once we got hurt we must learn not to dump ourselves at the same rubbish for the second time. But this time it’s so different, the love has covered my vision and logic. I’m blinded, wounded and left all alone. Sometimes, I feel as if I’m good for nothing but I know that I can’t give up because I am not a myth. I prefer to be a living legend but when I walk across the line of sanity I fall into the hole called love over and over again. Like a sponge, my heart pores suck the pain continuously, leaving it back dry just like it started.