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Venkatesh R

Romance Tragedy Classics


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Venkatesh R

Romance Tragedy Classics


The Clash

The Clash

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The poem is about two people in a relationship and their mind voices after a breakup and how the clash of ego ruins the relation. For simplicity men and women have been mentioned as two genders though love remains the same across any gender.

It's a poem written by inspiration got from the Tamil movie Taramani by poet N.A Muthukumar.


The mind voice of men


It's you, It's you, It's you

Whom I certainly adore.


It's you, it's you, it's you.

For whom my poem is held

In my secret journal.


It's you, It's you, It's you.

Where my passions and 

fantasies percolate 

from dawn to dusk.


It's you, it's you, it's you.

Whom I love to the extent of the ocean 

and hate to the size of raindrops.


I know, I know, I know

When and where you head, 

and the location you reside.

But, I won't confront you, 

though you are under my surveillance.


I know, I know, I know

The social platform you are active on. 

And how to hack your account,

to free me from the virtual blocks 

you constructed.

But, I won't approach you, 

to exhibit my desperation.


I know, I know, I know

How to impress you, 

with just a few quotes of novelty 

in the spam of mimic writers.

by commenting on your 

gorgeous portraits.


But, I won't partake in the league of buffs though I will stalk your every movement anonymously.


I know, I know, I know

The heartfelt emotional expression would diminish the rift between us.

But, I won't seek and convey amnesty.


I know, I know, I know it's nothing 

if I shatter the stillness 

between us, foremost 

with a phrase, I don't need to confess.

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


The mind voice of the Woman.


It's you, It's you, It's you

Whom I certainly adore.


It's you, it's you, it's you.

For whom my poems are held 

secretly in my journal.


It's you, It's you, It's you.

Where my passions and 

fantasies percolate from dawn to dusk.


It's you, it's you, it's you.

Whom I love to the extent of the ocean 

and hate to the size of raindrops.


It's Nothing, it's Nothing.

My life is nothing more than a void, 

filled with loneliness.

But, I won't prefer to share it with you as I am eluding it.


It's Nothing, it's Nothing.

Your anger is irrational, 

it meant nothing to me.

As I comprehend the tough time.

And words said don't disclose 

your attitude.

But, I am not prepared to forget and forgive you, as I am not a holy priest.


It's Nothing, it's Nothing

It's nothing as you are the only genuine men in the camouflaged gender of the federation whom I have met.

But, I am not ready to proclaim, as you don't deserve my applause.


It's Nothing, it's Nothing.

Nothing is important to me in my vivacity.

As I dream of getting aged only with you.

But, I won't prefer to say my fantasy, to you as I don't need your approval to ponder about you.


It's Nothing, it's Nothing.

It's nothing 

if I shatter the stillness 

between us, foremost with a phrase 

I don't need to confess.

But, I am not ready to renounce my self-esteem to gain your affection.


It just takes a word, to save a relationship but the clash of ego ruins it in the short span of life, where a second opportunity hardly one gets.


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