MoonFlare

He calls her Lolita, a name that slips,
Like a sweet, fleeting taste on his eager lips.
A game, a chase, a name in the dark,
A fleeting vision, a tempting spark.

She’s just a name, a mystery untold,
But he doesn’t know the depths she holds.
To him, she’s the thrill, the playful tease,
A passing fancy, a fleeting breeze.

Yet beneath that name, so soft, so sweet,
Is a woman who won’t fall at his feet.
For she sees through his charade, his game,
Knows he's chasing shadows, not love's true flame.

She’s here to teach him love isn’t just a name,
To love him beyond his lustful games.
She wants his heart, not just his skin,
To make him feel something deeper, to let love in.

Nee sollum pala nooril naan illaiyae
Un azhagaana pala poovil thaen illaiyae
Un vellathil naan ondrum purambillaiye
Nee rusi paarkka thalai thaalthum arumbillaiyae....

"Vaan Varuvaan"
The sky will open up when I close my eyes,
A path of dreams will unfold in front of me,
If I give everything, I’ll still have nothing
Without you beside me, in this lifetime.

The emotional depth comes from the universal feeling of longing for someone and the devotion one is willing to give for them.

Feeling the magic of love after a beautiful moment. #MunbeVaa
In the silence after a special moment, the melodies of 'Munbe Vaa' echo my feelings—soft, soulful, and full of love. Sometimes, words fall short, but music speaks what the heart feels.

A soft whisper carried by the evening breeze,
where hearts wait beneath a sky full of stars.
Time slows, and every moment glows
with the gentle warmth of quiet longing.

Like moonlight shimmering on still waters,
dreams float softly between the silences—
a tender promise held in every sigh,
an endless hope wrapped in love’s embrace.

Kannalane....

In your gaze, I find my world,
A tenderness so deep, it's unfurled.
Your eyes, they spark with a love untold,
A story of passion, both soft and bold.

Like stars that shimmer in the night,
Your presence fills me with delight.
Every glance you cast, every word you say,
Makes my heart dance, swept away.

In the silence, your eyes speak,
A language of love, tender and unique.
I yearn for your touch, your sweet embrace,
For in your love, I've found my place.

Each moment with you is a treasure rare,
A dream I wish to forever share.
Oh, my love, I can't help but say,
You’ve captured my heart in every way.

Engeyum Kaadhal:
In Paris skies where dreams ignite,
A fleeting glance becomes love’s light.
He, carefree like a song in spring,
She, the melody his heart would sing.
Where silence danced and laughter stayed,
Two souls in secret symphony swayed.

True love is like the moon—quiet, steady, always present, even when hidden behind clouds. It doesn’t demand attention, yet it captivates, lighting the darkest nights with its soft, unwavering glow.

Love doesn’t burn bright like the sun; it’s gentle, subtle, and enduring, growing stronger with time. Like the moon’s phases, it evolves, sometimes distant, sometimes near, but always there, quietly guiding us through the shadows.

True love is the pull between two souls, a force that never fades, no matter how far we drift. It’s not in grand gestures but in the quiet moments, the shared silences, the gentle warmth that lingers even when the world is still, reminding us that some connections are written not in time, but in eternity.

A shower of love in the unknown. Here I stand, in the rain, drenched in my own longing. I’ve been ready to give it all—my heart, my soul, my time—for the love I so desperately crave. But the universe, it seems, sent me someone who isn’t willing to offer the same. I give, I give, and yet I stand in the rain, waiting, yearning for the love that never comes. The pain of loving so deeply and so fully, only to receive so little in return, is a weight I carry with each drop that falls. The rain doesn’t stop, and neither does my heart’s ache. Love was meant to be a mutual exchange, a dance where both hearts move in sync, but instead, I’m left out here alone, giving all I have, waiting for something that might never be returned. It hurts. It hurts to love so much and feel so little in return, but even in this storm, I’ll keep loving—because love, even unreciprocated, still makes me feel alive.

Where the Moon's Glow Meets the Fire's Spark
In the dark skies, we blaze a trail. A name that ignites dreams and lights up the night. When passion meets power, greatness is born. #MoonFlare #ShineOn