Nayanthara Would Commit Suicide if Prabhu Deva moves away from her

Prabhu Deva and Nayanthara shared a special relationship which blossomed into love. This had created quite a flutter in Kollywood because Prabhu is married to Ramlath and has two children.

Both Prabhu and Nayan have neither acknowledged their relationship in public nor have they denied it. Ramlath on the other hand has been running from pillar to post to get back her husband.

Several film personalities from Kollywood intervened to bring in amicable solution between the husband and wife. In one such meeting, Prabhu Deva reportedly told them that Nayan would commit suicide if he moves away from her.

Love in a nameless town

My memories of you are all mundane,
They are of trite days,
And banal nights.

Sometimes I wish
I had to savor,
Memories of seeing the setting sun
In your eyes,
Reciting poetry while sipping wine,
With waves singing a lullaby,
Somewhere on the riviera.

Instead I have,
Moments stolen
From sweaty summer afternoons,
Conversations left unsaid
In a hurry to reach home,
Before glances turned suspicious,
And questions followed.
Of smiles shared,
Away from the prying eyes
Of accusing houses,
Letters and flowers,
Slipped in the pages of borrowed books.
A single kiss in three years,
If brushing lips in tearing haste,
With eyes pinned to the door,
Qualifies as one.

I have memories of a bourgeois romance,
Stifled by the middle-class concerns
Of a small, miserly town,
A town where love was a blasphemy,
And morality a cross
To which emotions were nailed always.
A heartless town with small minds,
And smaller dreams.

I return to it often,
Though a lifetime has gone by,
To hear the hushed whispers of a love,
That still breathes through its tomb
Of dusty lanes and petty houses,
As I try to convince myself yet again,
That for the death of our love,
It was the town to blame,
And nothing else.

Yet Another Wish

Wish there was a person, whom we can fully trust,
Never leave with tears coming with thrust.

Wish there was a poem which can express what I feel,
You left me in a condition which no medicine can heal.

Wish she kept her promise to be with me forever
She was so adamant to leave me; nothing could bring her back ever.

Wish there was a word which could tell her how much I love her,
But she just regarded me as another err..

Wish she could feel my pain,
But every attempt to get her back goes in vain.

Wish there was a magic ball for real,
I could see the future and avoid this ordeal.

If a knew that the hugs were transient, I would never free her from my arms….

Failure of Love

I have pain inside of me
And crying is my only cure
I go crazy thinking of you
My love for you is pure.

The clock is ticking
And I wish it would slow down
The moment of truth is near
I smile on the outside, but inside I frown.

Life is so unfair and confusing
]No matter what, I lose
I feel so lost in this game called love
I don't know what to choose.

This is my minute of insanity
My second of unclear thought
I don't know what I'll do without you
All these months, I've fought.

Keep me concealed
For I don't think I want to see you
When there is this much ache in my heart
I won't make it through.

I am almost ashamed of this poem
Because I know I should forget you now
I have tried so many times before

Silence

Let us tonight not talk, my love,
Of gangrenous stars, crimson sky,
The mutilated moon, life that is a lie,
Of flesh that rots away, joys futile,
Or even of love, that perhaps is no more
Than fleeting illusions of hearts bled awhile.

Nor let us talk of poetry, fated
To feed silver bookworms, who when sated,
Will only turn to another dusty tome
Of poems- uncared for, unloved, unread.

Let us instead be silent, for once, tonight,
Let us close our eyes, and devoid of sight,
Let us converse through our fingertips,
Interlocking tongues, and quivering lips,
Let them trace wordless poems on your skin,
Taste cardamom and cinnamon deep within,
While sighs, like smoke from a slow fire, escape,
Let me imprison your smells, sounds and shape.

Yes, shelter me tonight, secure in your womb,
Unable to go on, weary, I seek this tomb,
Till the sun rises, and life intervenes yet again,
Praying all the while that the night is never slain.

Think not

Think not your love is perfect, not until it fulfills
It sees sans eyes,
It hears sans ears,
It touches sans touch,
It feels with a heart,
It stands face to face with divine glory and speaks sans tongue,
It obeys no law. When law becomes your innate desire,
Think then your love as perfect

Are you the one i am in love with?

The mystery remains within me
Are you the one i'm in love with?
You make me smile
And the other moment I have tears in my eyes.
One moment u make me feel wanted
And the other moment I feel you to be so indifferent.
This feeling gives me a tang of pain,
Still my feelings for you remain all the same.
Last night I saw a dream
You were there standing with all the gleam
Like a star shining up in the sky
Which can't be reached, no matter how hard I try!
They say Times change, people change
then why do my feelings for you remain the same?
I have seen you change
And this encourages me to change with your change.
Alas, you matter to me all the same.
Missing you is pleasure,
Missing you is pain
But it's the tender feeling for you that helps me sustain.
What is this feeling I don't know
But you are the one who makes me glow.
This relationship we share,
What you want to call it
I don't care.
I don't want to name it
I just know you are among the best things
That ever happened to me.
But tell me something
Are you the one I'm in love with???