- The first meet over years after they born.
- I seek you my husband!
- Summer time memory
- This is me
- My ribbon 🎀
- My garden of memories
- The weight of forgiveness
- Our genes
- My hardwork
- Take pause.. and look at back
- I keep myself loving him
- A pen is a weapon
- Human life
- Purana dilly – delhi old city
- Leadership qualities
- Love gives life to live
- India and USA
- Mystic eye!
- Me and in me!
- Corporate lawyer
- Romance
- We want in india
- His milky white!
- “Nilavarakundu”
- Stand Still!
**Nilavarakundu**
As I deep dive into my heart,
I find myself familiar
with unfamiliar truths.
Whenever I see him,
I see my hidden truth,
my real-life hero
standing quietly inside my soul.
He knows me—
he calls me by my name
in a way no one else can.
Even in deep sleep,
my heart hears his voice
like a soft scream echoing through dreams.
He touches the forgotten places in me,
the dark attic spaces of my heart,
our little *Nilavarakundu*,
where only the two of us can fit
with our secrets and silence.
He eats whatever I cook with love,
never complains
when the taste goes wrong.
I am his chef—
he orders, I cook,
and sometimes he cooks too,
adding too much chilli
just to tease my tongue
and laugh at my reaction.
Every day he asks for
one poem,
one kiss,
and one hug.
I know I could write forever about him,
but twenty-four hours are never enough.
I need more sleep to dream more words—
yet he never lets me sleep peacefully.
He nudges my aching knees,
only to tease me,
while the world watches us
pretend to be shy,
hiding our laughter,
waiting for the night
to hold each other again.
— **Jessy Jacob ❤️**
