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You are my love’s final address… the very place where my soul found its long-awaited peace.
Read the full letter here: https://winglesswordsofyathriga.blogspot.com/2026/05/you-are-my-loves-final-address.html
Some loves feel as though they began long before this lifetime. You are my love’s final address… the very place where my soul found its long-awaited peace. 🌙💙
Un kural en manadhin osai… 💕
Sila kadhal varigal pesama irundhalum, athu unarvugal la pesum…
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A romantic Tamil love letter “அன்புள்ள நிலவு மன்னவனுக்கு” with a heartfelt English poem about love, silence, and longing. 🌙💙
A Living Stone Statue of Love — Letter to My Nilavan | Wingless Words of Yathriga
Our love is not a statue… It still breathes.
This is a letter written to the moon and a man who became silence.
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A poetic love letter from Vaira Malli to Nilavan about love that refused to end, stone statues of emotion, moon photography, childhood innoc
Drenched in Moonlit Rain — A Memory That Became a Poetic Love Letter
A moonlit rain, a river memory, and a jasmine’s quiet confession — a poetic love letter from Vairamalli to Nilavan.
A poetic love letter to my moon — filled with jasmine fragrance, divine rhythm, and the timeless melody of two souls becoming one.
A poetic love letter to my moon — filled with jasmine fragrance, divine rhythm, and the timeless melody of two souls becoming one.
Uyirin Uyirey – A Love Letter to My Moon Man
This is a tender letter brimming with longing, moonlight, and undying devotion. Written from the heart to my Moon Man, may these words reach him across time and space.
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A heartfelt Tamil love letter – Uyirin Uyirey – blending emotions, longing and memories. Read this poetic piece on Wingless Words of Yathrig
Even Without Words, Our Love Speaks..
In this poetic love letter, Vairamalli writes to her beloved Nilavan, celebrating their bond that thrives beyond words and silence — a journey of unspoken emotions and the eternal language of love. Read Full Post Here 👉https://winglesswordsofyathriga.blogspot.com/2025/08/202508language-of-love-letter-to-nilavan.html.html
Beautiful World for Me – A Love Letter from Vairamalli
To my dearest love, Nilavan,
This is written by your beloved, who holds an undying enthusiasm for you. When a love dies, a world dies with it. But you are the one who gave a drop of love from yourself and created a beautiful world for me. Whenever I am heartbroken and suffer in the outside world, your love turns the breeze into a handkerchief, touches and wipes away my tears in our inner world.
In that world, the sound of your voice is music to my ears. Watching you without blinking is my favorite pastime. Your scent is the delicious food that fills my stomach. In this lonely journey of life, you are the only path that accompanies me as we walk and talk. Overall, your love will not let me die an orphan. I have great faith in that.
Do you know? Fish and humans have something in common. It is said that the head is the first to decompose after death. It must be true. If I am separating from you, from this world, from our world, then my brain must already be dead, right? So, after I die, my head, which died first, will be the first to decompose, won't it? I have to agree.
You are a naive child in worldly matters! You have become my whole world. Even though you are not physically present, I am giving up half of my freedom. Because I want to do some things only after asking you, I remain without starting them. I was someone used to be arrogant, once upon a time. Today, I only wish to be a slave to your love. May self-respecting Thanthai Periyar forgive me.
Wherever I travel, your memories travel along with my tongue cleaner. Using a tongue cleaner is a habit I picked up from my father in childhood. My waking up in the morning is not the only sign that I am alive. Only when my fingers touch the tongue cleaner does one more day get added to my life. Just as I cannot imagine you not being there, so too is my life without a tongue cleaner.
It is such an integral part of my life that I call it by a pet name. It’s love is for the toothbrush. My toothbrush's crush is Sensodyne toothpaste. My early morning begins with this love triangle. Occasionally swapping the pairs and irritating the three of them is one of my pastimes. Maybe that's why fate showed us both to each other, but plays hide-and-seek, preventing us from getting acquainted.
It is said that the heart begins to beat easily with love in the seventh week of gestation. Only after that does the face begin to bud on the pin head. Then, in the twenty-fourth week, the baby would open eyes. That's right, love is blind, both at the beginning and now. If there had been eyes, would I have loved you, who is out of reach, or would I have desired to hold your hand?
Until my death, this desire will walk alongside me, like a shadow. Will it stop with just a brush? Or will it knock me down with a single push? I don't know. Until it pushes me down, I will keep escaping and wait to finish living this life.
Yours in life,
Vairamalli.
Read the full post here → [https://winglesswordsofyathriga.blogspot.com/]
From the Spotlight: My First Stage Performance
It was more than just a performance... it was a moment of becoming. Read the full story on my blog: Read full blog - https://winglesswordsofyathriga.blogspot.com/2025/08/my-first-stage-performance.html
The Mole I Saved Just for You — A Love Letter from the Silent Queen
Dear Moon Man,
நான் என் உடலின் ஓர் சிறிய புள்ளியை உனக்காக பாதுகாத்திருந்தேன்… அது ஒரு சிறு மச்சம் . தான் கவனிக்கப்படும்போது திடீரென மாறிக்கொள்வது போல அது என்னுடைய காதலைப் போலவே மறைந்துவிட்டது. உணர்வு உணர்வாக இருந்தது. பாதிக்கப்படாதது அல்ல.
My legs once glowed like rose-kissed ivory, But even polished skin hides the pain of being overlooked.
You saw everything, except that little mole I secretly saved for you. Now, I don't know if it’s the mole or the injection scar that remains — And that confusion? That hurting silence? That is my truth now.
A woman can love with her entire soul, Pray, support, pour everything into you… And still walk away in silence.
Not because the love disappeared, But because she realized love alone isn’t enough When she’s constantly hurting Or being taken for granted.
Yes, I may miss you in quiet moments. I may cry behind closed doors. But I’ll choose peace over chaos now.
This is your queen, The one who speaks through silence.
— Yathriga ✒️
🔗 Original blog link (https://winglesswordsofyathriga.blogspot.com/2025/07/mole-love-letter-silent-queen.html)
A heart-touching secret love letter in Tamil and English – a girl’s soulful confession to her Moon Man. By Yathriga.
Introducing Yathriga's Wingless Words, a captivating blog that delves deep into the world of untold love messages.