Of Scars And Softness ( On Hold)

He lived in lines -
on chalkboards, in books, within his mind.
Each day was measured,
each smile rationed.
But he wasn't cold. Just... preserved.
Like a letter never sent,
like warmth hidden in winter clothes.

She, on the other hand,
was all hesitation and hush -
a storm trained to walk like a drizzle.
She knew how to disappear in rooms,
to carry pain in a way that didn't make noise.
But not all softness shatters.
Some soften the sharpest edges -
and she would, eventually, soften his.

They didn't meet like lovers do in stories.
There was no thunder, no fate carved in stars.
Only two tired souls
brushing past each other in a world too loud.

And yet, in the silence between them,
something stirred.
Not passion, not poetry -
but something braver.

A promise of healing.
A story of quiet love.
One that begins not with a confession -
but with a look that says,
"I see you. Even if no one else ever did."

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Nirav Karthikeyan
is a man who
spoke not of dreams,
but of duties done right.
A man with ink-stained fingers
and silence tucked into every breath.
Not one for vows of forever,
but he kept promises in his eyes.
Neat lines, steady steps -
until chaos wore a braid
and smiled at his door.

Nithisha
is A girl made
of sighs and silver anklets,
laughing only when no one watched.
She stitched hope in silence,
hid her bruises behind bindis.
Clumsy hands, careful heart -
with eyes that longed for belonging.
They called her cursed,
but she carried grace like morning light
slipping in through closed windows.