Naked Soul

Minuets are melting

Thoughts are flooding

Heart beat is skipping

I am searching words to speak what is even unknown to me.

Eyes are only seeing, but

-the sight is filled with you.

I close my eyes, but

You spin around my conscious!

Minutes are moving like a bullet

-leaving holes in me.

I am able to liberate my thoughts through words, but not the pain.

Thoughts are the spoken words

Unspoken are the Pain!

You stand like an ocean in front of me

I’m staring at you like a kid,

I am just a wave

I keep staring- waiting for you to take me in!

I am the fire wanting to extinguish.

You are the substance burns me down to ashes and

You are also the waterfall washes away my sins.

The world is asleep.

I am awake in the midst of dark and silence drying along with the moon,

Waiting for my moon to rise-

Why is there so much hesitant to rise?

I am fading away,

My world is crumbling down without a movement.

Life is in a dream to find happiness, find you.

I reach to you to feel the touch of you but you keep moving.

Don’t walk away,

Don’t ask me to walk away,

I will keep the thorns-

You can keep the roses.

You smile in my dreams-

Run away when I wake up!

You rain all over my thoughts-

I am happily drowning!

Streets are getting longer,

People are passing by,

I am worn out.

Mind is starting let in the Satan.

I am lonely,

Minutes are moving like a bullet-

Leaving holes in me and blowing up every beat of my heart.

I lost my way back home on the way to you

I am lost!

I am dope!

I’m sitting on the edge and trying to figure out my way back, my way back to you!

I am scared of dark.

It’s starting to get dark!

I am only filled with emptiness,

All the fears in me are starting burn me through the dark, bright and strong.

Now, I could see the light.

I am not resisting to burn-

Now, you could find me in the dark lest you come looking for me.

Come to me,

Come and heal me.

Take me in,

Let me get lost in you- or

Bury me, bury me deep inside you.

Whichever the way take me in!

Don’t walk away

Don’t ask me to walk away

I will keep the thorns

You can keep the roses.

                                                                                                              

The name.

So it was their second date. They had lot to talk, conversations were endless. There were only few drops of silence at the end of each conversation. That too was utilized by eyes to see and feel within. Not a single moment was wasted. They could talk like a curious kid and they did not run out of topics to talk, not because it was their second date but because they were able to see the world with each other’s eyes. Along with the conversations and laughs, a neatly rolled BoBo Bush and a tub of ice cream kept them alive through the breezy and bright night. It was then he talked about nick names. It was then the name 'Jillu' struck in his mind. His mind swirled to his past.

He, he grew up in a beautiful island, Sri Lanka, where people grow up valuing and enjoying their culture meanwhile knowing to respect different cultures and learning to live among different perspectives. He grew up with movies in which love is described as the best feeling and in which a guy would go across seven seas and six continents for the love of his life. Some movies are better than 'The Notebook' and some are even worse than Twilight. Among all these there was one movie stuck in his mind, 'ஜில்லுனு ஒரு காதல்' (Jillunu Oru Kaathal) meaning  'A Sparkling light on a Dark night'. There they are, the two of them who are set to become man and wife in real life in a few days’ time, are shown to be forced into a marriage that they just are not interested in. The movie plots what happens after the marriage and interpolates the impossible geometry of true affection. The movie not only showcases love and romance in cool and icy glamour but also underlines the warm and sunny side of it. The script gives scope to understand love in its various shades and shines. It also presents the different meaning of life in different times of one's life and which he believed too.

"I could call you Jillu, if you like" he said.

"What does it means?" she asked.

Have you ever felt the touch of an ice cube on a sun burnt day? And the way it refreshes and relaxes body and mind instantly? It is the feeling of cold breeze after a heat wave. It is the satisfaction of crunching the thirst with a bottle of cold water. It is the feeling of fresh air in the early morning of an autumn. It is the feeling of first rain drop in the face, it is the feeling you get while walking under the drizzle of a waterfall. It’s how it feels to roll your own BoBo bush and blaze it in between an automated day. It’s how it feels to talk to a home boy. It’s how it feels when a father sees his baby the first time. It’s how it feels to be in love and to be loved. It’s a magical feeling and a healing. 

It is a Sparkling light on a Dark night.

She liked it.

She liked all of it, the name, the story and the brown man.

And then,

Jillu became her name with calling rights only for him.