Fore word:

The love we have ,is a love unknown.
Why don't people get ,what we have grown


The Poem of My Heart

Thousand miles far
my heart flies everyday
Every beat on the way it prays
please let this be one way

People look up
and looking at it they say
Look there's heart
that flies the same way everyday

They laugh at it
and call it a fool
But if they felt the heart
they would feel so uncool

Must be a reason
why the heart flies there
The truth is
the heart can only breath that air

It holds it's breath
and flies so hard
So it can reach before
crashing dead in someone's yard

In the far away land
the leader is jealous
He says the air here
is only for my fellas

Leader gets his men
to suck all the air there
Just so that
the heart won't have any spare

The air in the land
is a very kind soul
It loves the heart
and tries to play it's role

It runs away
from the clutch of the men
As it knows the heart
would need it now and than again

After some time
the air gets tired
After so long
it's no more inspired

It forgets the heart
the heart dies
All the effort it put it's whole life
ends up being criminalized.

Kanaghavel, June, 2011