The Raw me - As mystery unfolds

She dreamt of the places unseen.. She wove wings into her dreams.. She was beginning to flap her wings.. Expecting to fly higher and higher Within her ambitions raged like a fire.. And then he ushered himself into her life   with a handful of roses, Oblivious to the thorns that   hideously came along in their perfect alibi For her there was nothing else that cud more gratify.. But with the thorns of the lovely roses She was killed.. Her soul out of her body spilled.. To fill her body with the kind of soul   He wanted his wife to possess.. With the same identity   But a personality to suppress.. A breathing corpse she was reduced to… Meaning of love she had to reassess To be a puppet in his hands, Reminding others that she exists, Dedicating her life to live his desire, Feeling content in what he wanted to acquire, Considering the reason for her birth, Was to bear his children, look after his family, See her future amidst the walls of the galley, Lighting everyone...

In whispers heard, they often say, "She's distant, rude, and keeps away." A smile, a rare sight on her face, They label her with hasty grace, As haughty, cold, in their display. Yet, who dares dive in deeper still, To seek the secrets, her eyes conceal? Do they bear marks of shattered dreams, Or scars from harsh, unkind extremes? Words, like lashes, whip and chill. Those who should embrace with care, Instead, with cruelty, they tear, Her ears besieged by hurtful cries, As kindness from their tongues denies, When her heart seeks the pure, the rare. How can we expect her to conform, To be social, in the midst of storm? When they know not the paths she's tread, Let's not judge with words misread, Lest we add to her hidden mourn. A plea to all, with hearts so stern, Respect the boundaries they discern, In each life, let troubles reside, Wrapped within, where secrets hide, For unwelcome judgment, let us unlearn. - Chippy Mohan  

നിന്റെ പല ചോദ്യങ്ങൾക്കും എന്റെ കയ്യിൽ ഉത്തരം ഇല്ലെങ്കിലും , എന്റെ പല ചോദ്യങ്ങളുടെയും ഉത്തരം ആയിരുന്നു നീ...!!! - ചിപ്പി മോഹൻ

I've always loved living on the edge,  For that makes me feel alive.  I love it when adrenaline pumps,  And,when the air rushes furiously in and out of my lungs. I seldom search for the comfort of home in others,  But you, you pulled me ..... You searched for wilderness and danger in me, You celebrated my uniqueness, You pulled that uniqueness to colors,  You dragged my vulnerabilities to comforts,  You unfolded the chaos to music. That's why i fell in love with you: You are an adventure. I believe bliss was a man who smelled like forest;  I love it, when your arms flourished into branches  and tangled me in their exoticism. Bliss was the kiss of a cold breeze, from the snowstorm in his eyes. And bliss was your moon-like heart; It was missing pieces and it was full of craters,  But nevertheless, it was mysteriously ensorcelling. But I am scared, for I may get lost in the forest and die in the storm. When I am the sun, And all that man with a ...