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"There were secrets, and we knew it. Not to be told, not to be shared, and we both saw that is how it has to be. She avoided my eyes, may be for the same reason so, she avoided my eyes may be for the same reason so as to avoid a havoc, a havoc that might spill out the hidden secrets. And they all remained as real secrets are meant to be; away,locked up and with a permanent hope that time would erase them all."
- nisanththomas
That evening over a drink I asked him, “Have you ever loved somebody?”. His reply was sudden. He said, “I have. But not like you, brother. Never like you.”
-nisanththomas
I swear that if I praise you more, even praises would start falling in love with you.
- nisanththomas
"She pronounced my name as if it was a poem that she loved to recite over and over again."
- nisanththomas
Why did you make me a poet?
I too wish to be that inarticulate one,
in whom centuries old melancholies and dreams bloom and wither away,
having failed to melt those strongest of hearts.
Why did you make me a poet?
I am fine with those unspoken occassional loves and those more frequent heartbreaks,
where the urge to write those down never surface,and
unrequited loves are often forgotten and not cherished through broken poetries.
Why did you make me a poet?
Wasn't I too born human?,
Why do I alone have to bleed out my heart?
Why do I find even this poem irrelevant, yet
can't help but write it?
Why did you make me a poet?
- nisanththomas
"I want to visit all the places wherever she has been to and breathe in the untold stories she has left behind."
- nisanththomas
"She was a soul-stealer, a dream- catcher, a breathtaker. She was the one who made me ask, where would the angels go, if the heaven has come down to the earth?"
- nisanththomas
"My fingers tremble with the fear of writing poetry about you. Because once if I start, I don't think I would ever be able to stop it."
-nisanththomas
