Scribbles and stories.

I smile, And you hold my hands,  Hold.  Touch.  I hear people say, the lines found in your hands decide your destiny, Age-old myth?  A folktale or a legend?  Hands. Lines. Destiny.  I wonder, When we hold hands, does destiny also coincide? The lines on my hands, met yours  A boat shape,  All the way from the tip of my palm, an uneven line crossed yours Some missed, some dispersed, Do our hands, these lines really hold our future? Are we to move parallel Or to intersect ever?  With endless lines Like waves in an ocean Or stars in the sky, Do we ever meet?  Of flickering hope and unsaid words,  What a game of destiny  As the sun began to rise, Holding hands, I look up and ask, "Kadal kannan povam?"

Forget me today,  Forget me tomorrow, Forget me forever.  One night you told me,  Nobody can break us We are stardust, we are already broken. But you were wrong.  We are broken, but those tiny bits and pieces came together In the end.  Always.  We are a constellation, ourselves  Building home But the only difference is, I'm never a part of yours, Nor you mine Starcrossed are God's favourite, they say Then we were her most Parallel, like Earth and sky Mirror, like you and me Forget me today, Forget me tomorrow Forget me forever For the universe doesn't conspire for us.