The Balance Sheet Of Love

Intro: 

The poem is about two people in a relationship and their minds voices after a breakup/divorce. 

For simplicity men and women have been mentioned as two genders though love remains the same across any gender.

(Mind of Male lover)

It's you, It's you

Whom I indeed Love.

It's you, it's you

For whom my verse is written, 

in a secret journal.

It's you, It's you.

Where my passion and 

dreams percolate from dawn to dusk.

It's you, it's you

Whom I adore to the breadth of the ocean 

and hate the extent of downpours.

I know, I know

When and where you steer.

I know, I know

Where You reside, and 

what you do at this moment.

I know, I know 

Who is your well-wisher and 

who wears a gloss around you.

Yet, I won't confront you, 

though you are under my guard.

I know, I know

The platform you are actively available on. 

I know, I know 

how to crack your password and your doors

from the blocks, you assembled.

Yet, I won't approach you, to exhibit 

my desperation.

I know, I know

How to impress you, 

with novelty quotes from my 

heart in the spam of your phony followers.

I know, I know

How gorgeous you are 

without makeup.

I know, I know 

Your strength, weakness 

which even you won't know.

Yet I won't admit it to entrench you.

Yet, I won't partake in the league of buffs.

I know, I know

The heartfelt expressive 

phrase diminishes the detachment 

between us.

Yet, I don't confess.

As I am not ready to renounce my self-esteem to please you.

(Mind of Female lover)

It's you, It's you.

Whom I indeed love.

It's you, it's you

For whom my poems are held 

secretly in my journal.

It's you, It's you

Where my affections and 

dreams ooze from dawn to dusk.

It's you, it's you

Whom I love to the breadth of the ocean 

and hate the size of the rain.

It's you, it's you 

I have been observing the mob of fellas.

It's you, it's you 

Whose buzz I await, 

during my frenzied agenda.

It's you, it's you 

I probe into others, 

desiring to find a 

doppelganger.

It's Nothing, it's Nothing.

My life is nothing more than a void, 

filled with loneliness, 

but buried with virtual devotees.

Yet, I won't desire to claim the truth 

with you, as I am evading it.

It's Nothing, it's Nothing.

Your anger is irrational, 

it meant nothing to me.

It's Nothing, it's Nothing.

As I know the words said, 

didn't reveal 

your personality.

Yet, I am not set to forget 

and absolve you, as 

I am not a holy priest.

It's Nothing, it's Nothing

As you are the only simple 

man in the masses 

whom I have met.

Yet, I am not ready to assert, 

as you don't deserve my cheering.

It's Nothing, it's Nothing.

Significant to me in my vivacity.

As I intend of growing only with you.

Yet, I won't prefer to reveal my delusion as I don't need your approval to ponder about you.

It's Nothing, it's Nothing.

if I shatter the stillness 

between us, with a phrase.

Yet, I won't confess, not to renounce my self-esteem to gain your affection.

It just takes a word, to save a relationship but the clash of egos wrecks a beautiful relationship, where a second opportunity is barely earned. 

As we talk about ego be aware of an abusive relationship and the mental health of a partner, and what they are going through, as everyone needs help, some seek help and accept but some don't, the choice of staying or leaving it's up to us, as self-safety is important, but it shouldn't be an escape without putting an effort to see through their eyes.

If a relationship took ages to survive, and work hard to save, it's hard to find a compassionate companion, as a relationship cannot be run as an enterprise with balance sheets of money but with emotions. 

To exist in the race of bulls and bears compassion and care are needed.

It's a poem written with inspiration got from the Tamil movie Taramani.

This poem is dedicated to poet N.A Muthukumar.