A poem from my heart to hers

[Thegodfather]

I came from lands where the sun burns bright,
Where biryani fills the soul at night.
With Bathukamma in my childhood songs,
And Telugu in my voice all along.

She came like rain in the mid-June heat,
With anklets chiming and laughter sweet.
From Odisha's grace, she brought her light —
Pakhala dreams and Puri's might.

She smiled in Odia, soft and shy,
I stumbled through words, but met her eye.
She spoke of Jagannath and temple bells,
I spoke of Charminar and Nalgonda tales.

She wore her Sambalpuri like a queen,
I wore my culture proud but clean.
She taught me how silence can speak,
I showed her strength isn't always sleek.

We fought over food — Rasagola or mirchi?
She chose the beach, I chose the biryani.
But somewhere between Bahut bhalo and baaga vundi,
Our hearts learned a language only we could see.

I didn’t just meet a girl that day,
I met a festival wrapped in saree sway.
Her world so different, yet it called me in —
And suddenly, love didn’t need to begin.

Because when I, a Telangana boy, met her —
An Odisha girl with starlit stir —
I realized...
The best stories are those the heart writes in two scripts,
But reads as one.


ତୁମେ ମୋ ଦୁନିଆ ମୁଁ ତୁମକୁ ବହୁତ ଭଲ ପାଏ @KeNZie

 

[KeNZie]

I came from the east with rivers and rain,
Where Pakhala soothes and temples remain.
You brought the sun from the southern skies,
With biryani heat and soulful eyes.

You spoke of Charminar, pride so strong,
I swayed in Sambalpuri, where I belong.
We laughed, we fought — mirchi or sweet?
Yet in those moments, our hearts would meet.

Between baaga vundi and bahut bhalo,
We found a rhythm, soft and slow.
You didn’t just meet a girl that day,
You met a story dressed in Odia sway.

And I, dear love, found home in you —
Two scripts, one heart, beating true.

నేను నిన్ను ప్రేమిస్తున్నాను @Thegodfather