Brute, brave, brilliant, bold...I lack in adjectives when I have to write about my Prince of Contradictions, I still struggle to bring him before you and it's an incomplete poem...

Voice, His Voice.

The breeze weren't gentle and 

I couldn't hear the lullaby anymore.

The breeze weren't cold either and 

I didn't want any arms to wrap me.

The breeze weren't striking hard

And I could hear his voice clear.

And it was all enough, 

And it was all enough.

To settle all worries and

to lit a hundred Watts smile.

And very rare can do that-

The very rare can do that.

And, my Prince of Contradictions-

Hit the shores, every time.

It weren't his magical tongue-

That counselled troubled minds.

It weren't his magical fingers 

That prescribed the right remedies.

But it was, 

the perfect gentleman- 

I discovered in him, 

That made all shores calm.

Waves never rolled perpetuos, 

In his warmth, but I did.

The solace and comfort-

Took me to the plains,

And felt blessed am I,

In his company.

He allured in me, 

the raptures of bliss-

And unweaved my instills,

In the naughts of his nestle.

And all our travels, were meant

to meet our drives 

to the destinies

Destined to know life!

: Parvathy Ramachandran