When a Yes becomes yes truly!

She knew the answer
In that single moment.
What her dreams are,
What form it would take,
Who it would be,
What she fell for and
What she yearned for!
And for all those questions
Unasked yet answered!

The sprouting from the most
Darkest and deepest part
Of her heart and yet
Potent to encompass
Even the whole universe.

She answered yes,
To the one who would be
The base of her future
And part of every moment
In living out her life.

He jumped out in joy
For his dream came true!
She, to him is
A dream of decades,
Centuries and beyond!
An imagination for the future
Counted in few light years!
And the hope of his life!

Yet he did not knew
And would never know
That his jump of joy,
Trampled a little sprout,
In the darkest and deepest
Of her trembling heart!

And the yes was said,
Only in the hope
That the excess of love
Spilling from his brimming heart
Would be enough
To grow a garden.

A garden that is

Amazingly attractive with
Blooming buds,
Colorful, calm, cheery and
Dazzlingly Distracting her
From the erstwhile eerie era.
For the future is founded in the
Glorious gestures of him.

Her hysterical history
Is inappropriate and an insult to him in the
Journey jabbing with
Kindness, from the King of
Love, lust and listless luxury of
Meaningful merger of two minds.

Neither negotiated the needles,
Obviously Omnipresent in the
Pressure pursuing the presence of those
Quirk quiet emptiness lurking in the
Relationship rumbling with romance.

Still she shivered silently in
The thunderous transition of her
Unspeakables into utter useless rubbish.

Vulnerability of the viable future
Whisked her into Wishing for
eXclusive explosions of
Yelling and yet in the yonder, the
Zeal of him zapped her completely.

As she had been encompassed by his,
Love, lust and everything in between
In her heart and mind too!!

Sink or Stink?

Long long ago,
I was timid, afraid,
And held myself to myself,
For I feared failure..
So I was never up for new things,
Thus no chance of failure…

It was all smooth and splendid,
Till I started stinking of the rot..
It was bearable up to a while,
But the stink got better of me,
Than the smoothness and safety…

So I was forced to move out,
From my comfort zone of the harbor..

I had to face rough seas,
I had to face the unknown,
I had to venture to survive..

There’s nothing motivating in life,
As much as survival..

And thus began an adventure,
Which opened new horizons,
Which poured in new options,
Which made me into another person..

I wasn’t the same person,
As I was before the venture..
After the necessary move out,
Life wasn’t that bad..
In contrary, it was much much better!

Yes, the seas were rough,
But my world has expanded..
Yes, there were unknown people,
But they are friends-to-be..
Yes, it was for survival,
But that’s where life exists..

The traveled wise me now believes,
It’s better to sail and sink,
Rather than stay and stink!

The writing.

The writer
Read all owned books,
Researched in the library,
Surfed the internet,
Listened to scholars,
Discussed with friends,
Observed the world around,
Travelled far and wide,
Learnt people’s customs,
And almost everything
That crossed his path..

While he wrote,
His pen would glide on paper,
Pausing only between words
For the requirement of space
Rather than for the thought,
And to refill the ink
But not to replenish the idea..
There was no draft,
What was written is final,
For there were no changes to be made..
There were no crossings,
No strike outs,
No rephrasing,
No corrections..
The text written was
Properly aligned
And filled just that page..
No more, No less..

The writing style
Is called impromptu,
By most people..
But is it really so?

Isn’t the thoughts
Bettered, cultured and educated
All through the past living?

So is there anything
Which is what it really is?!

And now you, the reader,
Have added a tiny note to your thought,
Consciously or unconsciously..
Which would reflect
Maybe in the very next thing you write,
Or just lay hidden as the seed,
To grow into a nourished thought,
And spread it’s essence
In a far future writing..
Which might even be titled
Impromptu! 😉

[Thanks to Mr.Hari for an awesome prompt for this post. Now I would like to extend the challenge of finding the given prompt for this post.. 😉 And the winner gets to provide the next prompt.. 😀]

I

I am the centre of my universe,
I am a tiny speck in the universe…

I drown in guilt with deadlines,
I procrastinate like no other…

I live here in the present,
I lose myself in memories…

I believe life is beautiful,
I dread waking up in morning…

I wonder what next,
I wander into past…

I am just a caterpillar,
I am the exquisite butterfly…

I wake up earlier somedays,
I sleep in till noon at times…

I am so organised with few,
I am most chaotic at many…

I dish out counsel, as if I conquered life,
I break down and dread to pick up myself…

I laugh louder with not a care,
I cry harder when it’s needed too…

I am an introvert to speak to others,
I am an extrovert to explore places…

I chatter incessantly to few,
I measure my words as few…

I am an explosion that brightens the sky,
I bury my head like an ostrich in earth…

I am just like you,
I am as unique as you..

I am many parts of one,
I am more than sum of my parts!

I am an oxymoron!
I am an epitome!

Ahoy! Five years on board!

My blog did cross a pompous milestone of Five Years! And this is the first year, it had gone by without me blowing the trumpet for it..

I recently revamped the looks of my site. And thought of cleaning up my past posts. Since I am yet to grow strong within to call crap as crap, my old silly posts still stay, for now.. But I had better success with my drafts and this one needed to be posted on my blog..

I wrote this for my 100th post.. But I am much closer to my 500th right now.. So I have changed over those 100s of posts and might also claim to have grown a teensy bit.. Yet in the depth of my hearts, I still have a high pride of my blog and here below is one such pompous trumpet blowing post.. Reserve your judgements, till you read it till the very end..

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Written on Feb 8, 2016

Now go grab a cup of coffee or chai and some refreshments so you won’t sleep in between this long post of ramble.. 😉

This is my 100th post!

It had taken a very long journey of two years to cross the two-thirds, while just one month was enough to complete the last one-third.

I have successfully managed to post a day on every day so far, in spite of the times I was inclined to not write up the next. I wanted to post daily, not out of some challenge or someone dared me to! I took this up voluntarily for a personal reason and this seems to work beautifully.

Now is the time to take a look back, so I would know what I have come across, so I could reassure myself that, I could go further and reach where I want to reach!

I had updated my Facebook page’s ‘About me’ as follows. Do take note that it was written more than a year back.

Thoughts on thoughts!

Torrent of thoughts gush through..
Picking up a thread seems Herculean task..
And not one thread is available to hold on..

Importance of those, at all levels..
Urgency of those, at all levels..
Dreaminess of those, at all levels..
Level of implementing, indeed at all levels..

They range from atom to galaxy..
From picking up laundry
To launching a new product..

Unless I know who and where I’m,
I could not move forward..
But if I keep on untangling
And to no avail, how could I go on?

Setting a target and move towards,
The most often suggested idea..
But what if there are so many targets..

Prioritise, they whisper..
With mind or heart?

Mind says,
Plant your feet and then,
Only then reach for the stars..

Heart shouts,
Just reach for the stars,
everything else will fall into place..

Will everything else falls
Or will I myself fall?
Some distant thought asks,
What if you fly rather than fall?

Mind shrouds,
You’re not a bird with wings,
Nor a human with flight..

And there creeps in another thought..
When I can’t even get
my mind and heart together,
How could I put into action,
For those plans to reach the stars?

And there’s that screeching silence..
When all thoughts come to a still,
And not a single thought on the front..
It’s a pleasure I seek when I meditate,
Nonetheless, not easily achieved when I do..
But not when I’m trying to find a way through…

And amidst all the chaos,
The chaos of daily life, calls out..
And in it the dreams drain out..

Now comes another thought,
All above are just your excuses..
Just put them into action
And everything will sort itself out..

Will they? Do they ever sort out at all?
Or is this what life is all about?

On Planning, not to plan

Some people call it
Growing up..
While others call it
Shifting of time..

At some point of life,
We try to rein in everything we can
And let things happen in one way,
Our way, the only right way..

Some do it earlier in life,
Realise that life doesn’t let it be so,
And learn to go with it
And stop making plans..

But there are few,
Who doesn’t want to learn it,
Even after they’ve felt the burn..
For their way is the only right way..

Me, I plan to not plan..
And that plan doesn’t workout..
So I still keep planning
And still feel the burn often..

Once I planned,
To let things flow
And so things flew by,
In every direction I know..

The constant dilemma…
So how to be happy
When things keep flowing
In some way, other than yours..

Life is a form of water,
Born from the vast oceans,
That ultimately reaches
It’s destiny, the ocean..

You have no control over
The evaporation from ocean
Or where you start your journey
As to where the rain falls..

At some point of time,
It eventually gets to some form..
Right then, you choose..
The path of future..

You could either flow through
Barren lands, nourishing it..
Or through the watery lands,
Flooding it and wreaking havoc..

You could fall from great heights,
And be a magnificent falls..
Or you could stay still, stagnate
and eventually stink as unused pond..

You could flourish yourself
Perpetually with fountains,
Stay right where you are as lake,
And let others seek you with love..

You could just lose all control,
Choose the path of least resistance,
Let every rock, pit and bump
Decide your course of future..

Yet every means lead to a destination..
But all the struggle and resistance,
In between the source and destiny,
Is simply to make,
A destination into the destination!

Be the best of what you’re,
And your flow flourishes within
As well as nourishes around..
It’s ALWAYS your choice!

And of course, I chose to be,
Ripples, the unending variety..
That splatters little more of
Life, laughter and love…

The harder the restraint,
You put through my path,
The fierce the will and hence
Bigger the splash and wider the reach!

Hit me with all you can,
I’ll still hit you back,
Incessantly and invariably
With all goodness and love..

And also, I realised that
It’s impossible to restrain
The flow at all times..
But it’s always possible,
To correct the course..
So it’s ALWAYS the choice,
To be dragged or drag the self,
Towards in your direction!

Now I am back to planning..
Not on how to reach..
But on how to re route my flow
Back on to my destination..

Choices!

I grew up listening to the phrase,
Choice makes confusion.
How true is that..

Everyday we make choices,
lots and lots of it..

Choices does come in all sizes..
From waking up to alarm
Or hit snooze..
Till give in to sleep
Or one more page of reading..

From working for a living
Or towards your destiny..
From opting for a profession
Or for a passion that drives you..

From having a healthy life
Or giving in to peer pressure..
From living for yourself
Or for other’s expectation of your life..

From being lazy and procrastinating
Or completing it right through..
From prioritising your needs
Or giving up to silly wants..

From giving in to temptations
Or standing up to convictions..
From choosing to have a choice
Or choosing to not have any..

From fearing what it might be
Or to facing what it could be..
From pondering on what could have been
Or to steering to what should you be..

Of all the choices
Big and small,
Makes you what you are!

Choose wisely,
Just so that, tomorrow
Blooms with no regrets
Nor inconvenience to any!

Laugh hard,
Make others smile
And choose to always
LIVE your life!

For choices are what
Makes you, YOU!

Communication

Many people
Multiple voices
Total chaos
Amidst that
Two people
Four eyes
One conversation
No words
But
A poetry was created
A symphony was heard
A salsa was performed
Coz all communication
Doesn’t need words!

What lies ahead?

Is it the end,
Where the path of the past
Bids adieu
As it ceased to exist?

Is it the bend,
Where the path takes
A new turn
As it enters new horizons?

Is this the beginning of
Another new month?
Is this the end as
The year comes to a close?

What was in the past?
Few promises were broken!
Few new promises were made!
And in between life did happen!

What lies ahead?
Isn’t that the billion dollar question?
Blushing blooming buds?
Fragrant fluffy flowers?

What’s out there could be
Seen, heard and felt from there…
But not from here, for
Appearances are deceptive!

So step ahead..
Even if it’s towards an end..
For the road bends and there lies
Another new beginning!

The Penance!

சூனியத்திலிருந்து சூரியனாகும் ஒரு பயணம்
பெரும் பிரயத்தனம் கொண்டே
மெதுமெதுவாக சிறு பிறையினைக் கூட்டி
சுட்டெரிக்கும் வெம்மையை அகற்றி
தண்ணென குளிர்வைக் கூட்டி
முழு தகடாய் ஒளிர்ந்த நாளில்,
சலனமற்ற தண்ணீர் உரக்கவே முழங்கியது
வெண்ணிலவின் களங்கம் கொண்ட வெண்மையினை..

கண்டு நாணி முகில் கொண்டு முகம் மூடி
வெட்கி மருகி தினம் தினம் கரைந்தது..
அத்துடன் கரைந்தது அதன் களங்கமும்..

மீண்டும் வளர மீண்டும் களங்கம்,
மீண்டும் தேய்ந்தும் மாளா நம்பிக்கை..

யுகங்கள் கடந்து பிறவிகள் கடந்து
தினம் தினம் நிகழும் ஒரு போராட்டம்..
சூனியம் சூரியனாகும் நாள் வரை
நிலவின் நம்பிக்கையும் வளரும்!

A journey from infinity to Sun..
With a tremendous effort,
Adding one crescent over another,
Removing the wrath of heat,
It glowed as a full plate
And on that day,
The undisturbed water screamed out loud,
Pointing the impurities in the white of the moon..

The moon closed its face with the clouds,
in shame, it started declining everyday..
And along with it, its impurities..

As it grew back, so did the spots,
Thought it shrunk, its hope did not..

Over eons and many births
The struggle continues everyday..
Till the day the new moon becomes full moon,
The hope too grows along with it!

 

Dare to become!

We don’t get to decide,
What we are born as!
What we are born as
Doesn’t restrict
What we become..
Keep following your dreams,
Even if it’s against the tides!

Time and Tide

The past is the wave withdrawn,
The present is the wave beneath your legs,
The future is the wave little away, yet in sight..

Though we might distinguish differently,
They all together makes the ocean..

So does our life..
We are result of past,
Which tints the present and
Which also paints the future..

Though we might believe,
The wave left us to join back the ocean,
It never ceases to come back to you..

The ocean of today,
Holds within beautiful pearls,
As well as waste and dirt..

It presents you either with
A rare precious conch shell,
Or a dirty torn single shoe..

Don’t frown on shoe
Nor grin on the shell..

For it’s just a matter of time..
To reverse itself
Again
Again and
Again..

The tides keep flowing
Just as life keeps growing..

Lose yourself
In the vastness
And beauty of sea and life..

Don’t fret over anything..
Because,
The passed tide and
The ticked time
Could never be brought back,
For all the treasure of
The world and beyond..

Yet, they always give hope,
For a best conch shell
And a mind blowing event,
For the rest of our lives
To treasure and cherish..

Remember to cherish
And cherish to remember…

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A throwback post – Inspired from the post of Darshith’s “From time to time” Thanks for the wonderful post Darshith!! And for the last two lines of this post.. 😉

Magic!

Magic isn’t just
From another world..
It is something as simple as
An innocent word,
Uttered at the right time,
By the right person,
For the right reason..
And it has the power of magic,
To transport you into
Another parallel universe,
While still living in this world..
To let you fly into
Cloud nine and beyond,
With firmly planted feet on earth..
To let you dive amidst
Exotic coral reefs and exquisite fish,
Without moving an inch of your body..

Create magic and feel awesome!

Existing in Non-Existence

In general,
we all crave for attention..
We want to be
noticed,
accepted,
appreciated,
acknowledged
and moreover exist.

Even the humblest of humans
crave for existence.
But is there a possibility of
existing without that craving?
Is there a possibility of
shunning the acknowledgement?

When you all keep wondering,
Here I am..

For me,
the limelight becomes beams of fire..
the announcements become streams of tears..
passing hands is the worst nightmare..
noticing is tightening the noose..

I exist in non-existence..
I thrive in the deep darkness..
I live and die without a trace..
For traces are a disgrace to me..

Despite, my need to hide to shine,
I do exist in each and every heart..
In the folds, even veins cant reach..
In the holds of creepy claws that screech,
In the voice of silence..
Waiting to unleash..
Yet, not available for lease..

You do see me day in and day out..
For I do reside in you too..
For few, I am a shame..
For few, I am the fame..
I, your secret, is just a game,
For the beauty of me,
is just in the name..

What would you name it?!

A random day, a random conversation and a random challenge.. That’s the background of this following post.. I took up the challenge and completed it.. Now I would like to challenge you people for a simpler one.. Guess the prompt for which I wrote this post! 😉 And do suggest a good title for this post! 🙂

He was waiting for a decade..
For that moment..
The moment he would meet her..
The one destined for him..

When someone asked him,
How would he recognise her,
When they meet each other..
For that he replied,
I would recognise her the moment
When my vision becomes clouded with rainbows,
When my hearing is added with sweetest melody,
When my nostrils inhale the most exotic smells,
When my skin tingles with the thunderous shock and
When I speak, poetry flows out incessantly in praise of her..

The day came..
He met her..
He realised what he expected was right..
For he did experience all of them and a little more..
The little more was..
The rainbow was also clouded with tears,
The melody was chaotic without sync,
The smell include a waft of pungent smell,
The tremor of shock didn’t fade away while
He said, Happy married life, to her,
at his occasionally met cousin’s wedding!
And he stepped down from the stage murmuring,
Three isn’t always a crowd, but it is,
When your love is married to someone else!

Fate of dreams!

He was waiting
To live a dream,
In the dream castle,
With her as the queen..

She was waiting
To move through another day,
Wondering whether her dream
May or may not come true..

They met!
He couldn’t describe
The castle-to-be-built..
She couldn’t believe, yet,
Whether the dream becomes reality..

A leap of faith..
From both of them..
Into eternity..

The all-knowing time
Still laughs and waits
To reveal only when it intends..
Without even a nice hint!

The Post-mortem report!

On August 9, 2016 I requested for a post-mortem report. The report was worth sharing and requested a post of its own and here it is.

Thanks to Colin (www.meandray.com) for providing the very interesting report. And the report is so good and it needed to see the limelight and here it is for you to dissect further.

The Subject:

I had a thought just a moment ago..
The moment passed and so did the thought..
The thought might return,
Would the moment return too?

But the thought was it the same?
Coz previously it was original,
Now it is mere repetition..

As moments keep flowing,
Thoughts too keep flowing..

Few are ground breaking..
Few just break the head..

Few just stay forever..
Few just disappear like a vapour..

Few eludes the words..
Few eludes from remembrance..

Few are intimate..
Few are despicable..

Few are reverent..
Few are guilty..

Few are forgotten..
Few are immortalised..

Few are stacked away deep within and taken to grave..
While few are publicised and taken for post-mortem..

So what is your post-mortem report of this thought?!

The Report and the discussion!

First report (Colin)

A post-mortem is final
It signifies death
It recaps what has been
And what can never be again
A post-mortem determines
Cause and effect
It simply defines …..
the hows, but never the whys.

Your thoughts are not in this group
For thoughts can be again
They may die, but then they may live
As long as you are alive
Your thoughts are simply dormant
Asleep until that time
When circumstances dictate an awakening
And your thoughts can live again

Perhaps you shared your thoughts
Perhaps that person will nurture them
They may then live a different life
Have slightly different results
And in the event of your passing
Their life is still assured

A post-mortem on your thoughts
Is therefore quite illogical
For they may not have to die
But should they fade with the memories of you
Then we will all be grief stricken
Such beautiful thoughts
Such expressions of awareness
Gone forever
Why?

Second Report (Aadhira)

Is the thought the same
After it transforms into words
And take some shape?
Don’t they attain a finality?
They do die as thought
And be born again as poetry,
action, prose, letter, inspiration
and much much more..

But definitely the thought
as mere thought has died..

And though the deaths are painful,
“After all, to the well-organized mind,
death is but the next great adventure.” (JKR)
So as my thoughts embark on to the next,
Let us not hesitate to post-mortem..

Yes, the post-mortems are about
Cause and Effect..
Let us ponder over
What caused the ripple..
Let us linger over
How far the ripple reaches..

And after all,
“Heard melodies are sweet,
but those unheard are sweeter” (John Keats)
So let us not grieve over lost sweetness,
But just prepare ourselves for more sweetness..

Third Report (Colin)

But if a thought dies
And resurrects in words
Was it really ever dead?
And if a mere thought could die
And caused more thoughts after resurrection
Then its soul surely lives on
Albeit in a different form

The next great adventure pre-supposes death
Which has not (here) been determined
So yes, let us ponder on the ripple
Let us linger over its reach
Let us determine its existence
But unlike a thought
The ripple does die
It is absorbed by its own medium

John Keates was right
That unheard sounds are the sweetest
Unheard sounds
Unspoken thoughts
Unseen ripples
Do they have much much in common?

Unheard sounds are limited by ones imagination
Unspoken thoughts are limited to the creator
Unseen ripples are never realized to their full potential
But let us not forget
This is about post-mortems
A post-mortem on an unheard sound is ludicrous
A post-mortem on an unspoken thought lacks imagination
A post-mortem on an unseen ripple simply cannot be.

The whole post-mortem discussion
Is a very subjective topic as you can no doubt see
With conflicting conditions being established
Quite simply by you…
… and by me!

Fourth Report (Aadhira)

The soul does live on dear..
But are we conducting
the post-mortem for the soul?

Unlike thought,
a ripple doesn’t die!
For the chaos theory states that
a flap of butterfly could cause whirlpools..
So imagine what all might happen
from a single ripple!

Just like a thought,
a Ripple is more powerful..
Yet neither the initial thought,
nor the initial ripple could ever
fathom the depth of its impact
nor the length of extension
it attains in the next form..

Those unheard / unspoken / unseen
are the privilege of the initiator
and are a secret to be guarded..
And it would be ridiculous for
expecting post-mortem on them..

When I talk, I express myself,
When I listen, I learn a new perspective..
What if there are just two views?
Still it is better than one right..

Fifth Report (Colin)

My friend, such differences we have
I believe ripples do in fact die
Even though their effect may live on
As for chaos theory?
Theory is all that it is, nothing more

When you talk, you do express yourself
But who are you?
A flower with complex scents
Will we ever know you?

When you listen, you learn new perspectives
But what are they?
A birth of new dreams perhaps
Will you ever tell us?

And as for just two views?
There really must be more
More than talking and listening
More than yours and mine

Does a mute man only listen?
Does a deaf man only talk?
Is the world simply you and I?

Perhaps an autopsy is necessary
For we all need to see
The infinite variables of life
In this wonderful world…
… that includes…
you and me!

Sixth Report (Aadhira)

Without experiencing Summer,
Rain couldn’t be appreciated better..
Still the beauty of Sun and Rain live on
complimenting each other in their own way..
Hence the differences bring out
the uniqueness and nurture the other..

When I talk, I express myself
as what I like you to know me as..
I might be the luring death
with the fragrance of rose
Or the majestic lotus amidst
the stinking mud..
So will I ever let you know..
Maybe, Maybe not..

When I listen, I learn new perspective..
But do I listen what is actually said,
Or do I listen what I want to hear?
Did I really understand your intent?
Or am I just babbling with words
that are spilled and set for dissection?

Will I ever acknowledge even to myself,
This is where a new dream was born?
Or am I that deep in vain,
To daresay that is my dream of ages?

There are indeed so many views,
just as there are many forms of dance..
When the dance of words are in such rhythm,
with its own tune and rhyme,
composed by and for the two,
others enjoy, absorb and cherish..
But would they dare to interfere?
Not, in the fear of messing the beat..

Who knows the colorful dreams of a blind?
Who hears the vocals of the mute?
Let us have little more compaasion
and spare those intellectually challenged..

There is so much wonder in here..
In this little world of you and me..
with open gates for anyone to enter
with no restraints so to leave at will..

So why be distracted by the visitors to come?
Let us explore the wonder and stage the play..
For the play lives on and someday….
Someone might enjoy the play
And even take part in it..

So, for now, the next act goes on
Just with the two of us..

Seventh Report (Colin)

You are right of course
What is black… without the white?
What is a smile… without a frown?
What is a right… without a wrong?
Differences allow us to appreciate
To see the contrasts

Differences give us choices
What to display and what to hide
What to embrace and…
What to push away.

It really is a wonderful world
Although some simply will not see
The clouds, the rainbows, the ripples in the pond
The birds, the flowers, the trees

Mother Nature, unlike us, has nothing desired to hide
She is open, for us all to see and love
Such beauty to behold
But again, some simply will not see
So let us encourage open eyes
For while they be distracting
We should share what we believe

We should share our conscious thoughts
And our appreciation of life
Perhaps it will stay just the two of us
But who knows…. perhaps another poet will call
Then we shall have more thoughts
Then we shall hear more sounds
Then we shall see more words
And then… our perspectives may change yet again!

Eight Report (Aadhira)

Despite the differences,
Black and white are untied as colors,
Smile and frown as emotion,
Right and wrong by moral..

While difference might accentuate beauty,
Being of same flock let’s in the recognition..

Choices are beautiful
Choices are confusing
Choices are conflicting

Beauty is in the eyes of beholder
You could force a person to open the eyes,
But never could push to enjoy the beauty..

Like the birth from the egg,
Let it break from inside..

While we wait for the birth,
Let us strengthen the nest,
Add little more color and cheer
For the young one to cherish and nourish..

And let us keep the hope intact..
’cause, when there is addition to the world,
We might get a new view..
Or be assured of our old ones..

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We are still waiting for some new facts / thoughts so we could keep building this further.. Anyone?! 😉

Salutation to my country

நாட்டு வணக்கம்
Salutation to my country

எந்தையும் தாயும் மகிழ்ந்து குலாவி
இருந்ததும் இந்நாடே – அதன்
முந்தையர் ஆயிரம் ஆண்டுகள் வாழ்ந்து
முடிந்ததும் இந்நாடே – அவர்
சிந்தையில் ஆயிரம் எண்ணம் வளர்ந்து
சிறந்ததும் இந்நாடே – இதை
வந்தனை கூறி மனதில் இருத்தி என்
வாயுற வாழ்த்தேனோ – இதை
வந்தே மாதரம் வந்தே மாதரம்
என்று வணங்கேனோ?

This is the country in which my father and mother
had been living happily and socialising.
This is the country in which they have lived and completed
their lives for the previous thousand years.
This is the country that has prospered with the thoughts
that arose from their knowledge.
Wouldn’t I praise this heartily by paying homage
as well as by remembering them with reverence?!
Wouldn’t I salute this by singing
Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram?!

இன்னுயிர் தந்தெமை ஈன்று வளர்த்தருள்
ஈந்ததும் இந்நாடே – எங்கள்
அன்னையர் தோன்றி மழலைகள் கூறி
அறிந்ததும் இந்நாடே – அவர்
கன்னியராகி நிலவினிலாடிக்
களித்ததும் இந்நாடே – தங்கள்
பொன்னுடல் இன்புற நீர் விளையாடி இல்
போந்ததும் இந்நாடே – இதை
வந்தே மாதரம் வந்தே மாதரம்
என்று வணங்கேனோ?

This is the country which gave life to me, raised
and has yielded me purpose.
This is the country where our mother was born,
prattled, babbled and learnt on.
This is the country where they grew up and enjoyed
the numerous nights of the moon.
This is the country where they have delighted their forms by
playing water games and got married into.
Wouldn’t I salute this by singing
Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram?!

மங்கையராயவர் இல்லறம் நன்கு
வளர்த்ததும் இந்நாடே – அவர்
தங்க மதலைகள் ஈன்றமுதூட்டித்
தழுவியதிந்நாடே – மக்கள்
துங்கம் உயர்ந்து வளர்கெனக் கோயில்கள்
சூழ்ந்ததும் இந்நாடே – பின்னர்
அங்கவர் மாய அவருடல் பூந்துகள்
ஆர்ந்ததும் இந்நாடே – இதை
வந்தே மாதரம் வந்தே மாதரம்
என்று வணங்கேனோ?

This is the country where they became women and
raised the family into goodness.
This is the country where they have fed their children
from their bosom and held them.
This is the country where people have raised high and also
surrounded themselves with highly elevated temples.
This is the country where, later when they died,
the particles of them attained contentment in completion.
Wouldn’t I salute this by singing
Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram?!

Vande Mataram – I bow to thee, oh Mother!

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This was written by the Mahakavi Bharathiyaar having India in mind. But I think this suits for almost all the countries and every individual has this basic reason to feel proud of their own country. Isn’t that one legacy left by all parents to their kids?

There are numerous reason for people to be living abroad from their own country. But the delight that one gets while praising their own motherland is no different.

Check here for listening to the audio version of this song !

Where to, next?!

Does the path decide the journey?
Does the journey decide the path?

While the whole world
Keeps racing towards..
Same goal for the herds..
Unique goals to unique persons..

One was revolving
In the same spot for ages
With the belief
That’s the destination..

A butterfly flapped its wings
The impact was on the revolving..
The spinning at one point
Wasn’t enough anymore!

The stagnant pool stirred
Started to dribble,
it flew through and over
The stumbling stones..

As it kept flowing through
valleys and mountains,
It nourished few and
Demolished few too..

Yet, it kept it’s course..
When the paths ceased,
It was baffled and doubtful
Of where to, next..

The energy was bubbling..
Couldn’t be contained..
Hence it continued to flow..
And a new path was created!

Does the path decide the journey?
Does the journey decide the path?

Dare or Drift?!

It is said that some come for a season
While some come for a reason..

Whether you like it or not,
They come, stay and love..

You could neither
Drag them in to come,
Bribe them enough to stay nor
Kick them out to leave!

All that is possible is
Hold on with belief
That future would reveal
the reasons for the happenings..

Or dare enough to change,
By stopping to drift with the flow
And start swimming against the tides..

The current may be fierce,
The barriers might be many,

Yet you would know..
The destination you have set,
The distance crossed for that and
The struggles overcome on the way..

The destination is made beautiful
by the search and struggle
For the beauty is in seeking!

So even when the reason fades,
and the season changes,
do hold on to who / what is yours!

Me, the Panda!

I am a big fat Panda
with a fat butt,
flappy hands and
a huge tummy!

Raised to be the Noodle-maker,
Despite dreams of Dragon Warrior!

I am shun down by the masters,
Experts and everyone else,
as the Dragon Warrior..

Yet the belief is the only thing
that let the wheels to be in motion
and never to stop..

The dream hasn’t faded,
Just clouded
and buried inside
multiple mundane chores
and clutters of disbelief..

The clutter and cloud
keeps burying and
needs constant reminder
to clear up and stand back..

When the need comes,
the courage to raise up to the enemy
And the belief in self..
Let that thought not be elusive
in the moments of despair,
in the moments of agony and
in the moments of self-doubt..

When the belief is as strong as
relentless perseverance,
there is nothing to hold me back
and stand between me and my destiny!

For I am not a big fat panda,
but I am the big fat panda!

Request for a post-mortem!

I had a thought just a moment ago..
The moment passed and so did the thought..
The thought might return,
Would the moment return too?

But the thought was it the same?
Coz previously it was original,
Now it is mere repetition..

As moments keep flowing,
Thoughts too keep flowing..

Few are ground breaking..
Few just break the head..

Few just stay forever..
Few just disappear like a vapour..

Few eludes the words..
Few eludes from remembrance..

Few are intimate..
Few are despicable..

Few are reverent..
Few are guilty..

Few are forgotten..
Few are immortalised..

Few are stacked away deep within and taken to grave..
While few are publicised and taken for post-mortem..

So what is your post-mortem report of this thought?!

 

Emote

When the emotion is too full,
They elude the chains of words,
To be confined into absolute terms..

They become color to the blind,
Music to the deaf,
Scream to the mute..

They are felt in the senses,
Takes shape and taste
Depending on the receiver..

The brilliance of emotions
Are only as brilliant as it is
Allowed to be felt..

But when both the hearts
Speak the same language
of emotion beyond words,

They become the touch to blind,
Signs to the deaf,
Punch to the mute..

Now, did you hear,
What I wrote or
What I meant?

Not awaiting the answer,
For I would hear it
When you speak out, at last..

The Creative

When emotions collide
Inside the head,
For it’s controversies
With the heart,

Neither acts properly
Nor let other senses act so..

Few fights resolve
Within moments and
Without a trace..

Few fights stumble
Without repenting for days
Spoiling those days..

There are other few fights,
For decades, without a trace
To the outsider and yet unending..

While few fights
Pave the way to betterment,
Few are just temporary setbacks..

Few fights spill out
In broad daylight as
Confusion or Resolution..

But those who capture
Them into tangible form
Are called creative &
At times as writers!

Pen and paper

In Black and White

As the nib dances over the page,
As the ink flows through the pen,
As the emotions drip through the hand,
As the mind empties as the heart speaks out,
As the time ticks by, the paper is filled..

The heart is empty as everything was poured out..
The mind so serene, for the heart isn’t wavering..
A glow is added to the smile in the eyes..
The heart feels content, happy and what not!

Even when the ink fades, the emotion stays..
Even when the paper decays, the smile lingers..
Even when the sender is forgotten,
The message stays..

Let our words outlive the version of our memories,
In the hearts of people around you..
And let those be the sweetest of words,
For the pain of words has no cure, at all..

Reconciliation

The year long feud
The month long waiting
The week long quarrel
The whole-day silence
The brimming tears
Waiting to spill
Was replaced with a twinkle
With a silent hug
And a sweet kiss!

To Friendship!

Today’s post is a dedication to the beautiful relationship called #Friendship. The following is the poetry written by Bharathi and could be set as the benchmark for friendship! This is one my all time favourites and what better time to share it than while the friendship day is around the corner.. 😉

So read it and let me know which line are you going to share with your bestfriend..

The tale from the tune..

I was referred to a musical adventure by my friend Colin (@ http://www.meandray.com). Thanks once again for referring that beautiful song..

This music of the song spoke to me of a tale.. And while I started replying to thank, I started describing what vision was painted from the music.. The description sounded sort of poetic just like the music.. I loved listening to it and as well writing it..

The musical adventure is by Emerson, Lake & Palmer

There are two pauses in the song and the following is for the music between the two pauses..

He is wearing a tuxedo
She is wearing a gorgeous blue dress..

The blue, as in the shade of water
As it appears in the midday,
When clouds rest in the laps of mountains
And leave the sky to have
A hearty and uninterrupted conversation
With the Vast deep ocean..

He is sitting on the garden
Next to the shallow region of the river
Water flows softly with a mild melody
As it speaks sweet nothings with the wind..

She hears him on the piano
She understands that it’s for her..
She has to cross the water to reach him..
She takes each step so stealthily
And with the minimal of noise
To give a surprise as well as
Not to disturb the serenity of the moment..

As she reaches him, she blinds him with her hands
And he grabs her by the waist and pulls her in front of him..
She laughs heartily without any single worry..
For she is in his hands..
His face brightens up seeing her laughter..

He kisses her playfully and it grows on to be passionate..
As they both lose themselves to each others embrace..

When they hit back earth,
There is some unnamed happiness,
Beyond description, reason or point..

They start dancing..
The Slow and sensual salsa..
They revolve around each other
Drunk in love and the other..

The tunes change,
The moods change,
The beats change..
The dance too changes..

As time flows,
It seems to be long way from that day..
Something has broken them apart..

They could neither leave
Not be together with the old giddiness..

And the lyrics speak again
And the trance comes to a close!

Thank You Stalker!

Every work of art has
Flawless Beauty,
Beautiful Flaws,
Mere Perfection,
Lack of Substance,
Life Lesson,
A mere scribble
And so much more..

And every such creator
Needs, not wants,
Needs a follower,
Bordering the level
of a professional stalker,
Without the creepiness,
But just with the consistency
And observation of the stalker..

To read the words,
To read the spaces,
Between the lines,
To realise the intent,
To understand the nuances,
To find out the unwritten words,
To appreciate the concealment,
Of ingeniousness inside simplicity..

To criticise,
To condemn,
To proofread,
To push when stagnating,
To pull down when going overboard,
To travel alongside,
Just to make sure,
The journey isn’t lonely..

For every journey
Is bound to get lonely at times
And also it could make sure that
The traveller feels
Abandoned,
Hopeless,
Lost and maybe
On the wrong route..

So I dedicate this 275th post,
To thank my followers,
Friends, critics and supporters
And especially my stalkers,
For every single Like,
Comment and Follower,
On and Off the WordPress,
For getting me here!

(: THANK YOU! 🙂

Lost contacts!

I’ve my mobile handy..
I’ve my network coverage..
I’ve got a lasting battery..
I’ve got sufficient balance..

I’ve not lost my mobile..
I’ve not changed my number..
I’ve not been locked out of my account..
I’ve not lost my backup contact list..

Yet, I keep wondering how, why and when..
How it happened to me?
Why it happened to me?
When did I lose my contacts?

Is it while busily running behind,
The wild goose called passion?
Is it while stealthily being buried,
Under the pretense of being busy?

Is it while missing the calls,
And not returning after becoming free too?
Is it while ignoring the nudges and pushes
Of instinct to wish the dear friend on birthday?

Is it while having the phone in hand,
While it rings and listening to the tune
And neither hitting answer nor reject
And not even the text of customary, I’ll call you back?

Is it while knowing pretty well that
Your friend is hiding and not caring to pull them out?
Is it while knowing pretty well that
No one is gonna pull me out and ignoring to push myself?

I’ve my mobile handy..
I’ve my network coverage..
I’ve got a lasting battery..
I’ve got sufficient balance..

I’ve not lost my mobile..
I’ve not changed my number..
I’ve not been locked out of my account..
I’ve not lost my backup contact list..

Yet, I keep wondering how, why and when..
How it happened to me?
Why it happened to me?
When did I lose my contacts?

To my Lily!

I will love you
More than you would know..
I will take up
The hate of my life,
Voluntarily, without a murmur,
Just for you to be happy..
I’ll survive in hell
And even seemingly flourish,
Just to control the evil
From touching even your shadow..

I know that I’ll never ever be,
The love of your life,
The Apple of your eyes,
Or even as a dear friend of you..
I somehow realise that
You almost hate me..
You want me to disappear
From all facets of your life..

I simply cannot do that..
Though, I can assure you that
I will never interfere you
In any way and in any place..
Yet, I’ll continue to hold,
Tightly, wholly and without losing,
My love for you..
I’ll be afar and away from you..
Still, am just around the corner..
I’ll be next to you, when needed,
In a moment’s notice..

I don’t see a future together..
I don’t see a change either..
I don’t know what it would cost me..
I’m ready to pay with my life..
I’ll see to that you are,
Never ever in want of anything..
Whether you are near or not..
For, what I feel for you is eternal..

You are my Lily..
I’m your Snape..
Always!

Caught in a lightning!

Mr. Vinayak at Zero Creativity is the one behind the lens for this beautiful photograph as well as the one behind the process of coming up with these Photetry (Please don’t bother searching it yet.. I just came up with it by merging Photo and Poetry). He posts a simple and beautiful photograph as a prompt for six line verses. Then he adds those verses over his photograph and makes a flipbook!

Thanks for getting us published so easily and in a beautiful way! 🙂

Check out his previous published books and the other entries for this photograph here > https://zerocreativity0.wordpress.com/2016/07/21/lightning-photography/

The butterfly effect!

Yet another day..
Yet another week..
Yet another life..

Life keeps going on..
With the same routine..
With the same mundane chores..

But exactly that much time ago,
In that particular place,
Between those two moments,

A butterfly flips its wings,
A flower glides across,
Yet, the pollen shatters!

And a slight variation happens,
A tiny shift in the plates,
Within the layers of earth!

The old shells are shattered..
The rusty thoughts are scattered..
A better version is the barter!

The caterpillar has grown wings..
The food, the shelter and the self
Almost everything changed!

The core of the heart lived..
Beneath layers of growth
And unnoticeable to the casual eyes..

It need not just crawl..
Now it could fly..
To soar new heights!

New horizons!
New wings!
New me!

Thanks to that butterfly
For the flip of its wings
And for all the ripples it caused..

Which shattered my world..
And along with it,
The obsolete cocoon!

Now each day is anew..
Each moment brimming with life..
Each flip with new ripples..

The old and the new butterfly
Continues flipping their wings..
So what happens next?!

Any more shattering?
Any more shaping up?
Or just a beautiful flight?!

Am waiting!

Every day dawns with hope..
Every night comes with trust..
The wait for THE DAY continues..

It might even be just in awhile..
It might even be tomorrow..
Today or tomorrow doesn’t matter..

For there’s an excitement that’s alive
On every single day to be the day..

Every day dawns with hope..
Every night comes with trust..
The wait for THE DAY continues..

The door

Does this signify an entrance?
Or is this the barring gate?
Will it open to new ventures?
Will it withheld the dreams?

Could I push it open?
Will it pull me back?
Is it colorful from the other side too?
Does this contain rainbows?

Or is it just the leftover unfulfilled dreams?
Or is it the color palette to paint new dreams?
Or is it a mere part of the door?
And am I thinking too much again? 😛

The enlightenment

Everyone’s face brightened up,
During the long night travel..
Thanks to mobile phones for the enlightenment!

Inception Of a deception!

I LOVE YOU!
I want to scream it out loud..
Express it in every possible way..

But,
I respect you more..
I don’t want you to carry
The weight of love..

The love is weightless
Only when you too feel love..
Till then it’s just a burden
And weighs you down..

It weighs to you,
Coz you are nice enough
To be considerate
And you have care
Not just for me,
But for every single one,
Around you..

Would I ask you
To love me?
No.. Definitely not..
For love has to bloom
Not to be forced..

So, I would keep
Repeating my love,
Would be instances,
And could be possibilities
To my dream version of you!

In that dream,
You would say,
I love you to me,
Then live the rest of life,
Just to prove it..

With a tender kiss
In the morning,
To refresh my day..
With a gentle hug
In the evening,
To wash out my worries..

With sweet nothings
And silly texts
All through the day,
Not to pester me..
Just bcoz you too
Think of me
Even during the gap
Of two seconds..

Life would be a bliss
And I would
Lock away my totem..
For that dream
To be my reality..
And for this reality,
To be just a dream..

Will you take me
To the dream land?
Or just leave me
Inside your dreams,
To haunt and taunt you?

Will you be my messenger?!

எழுதிவிட்டேன்
உனக்கான என்
காதல் கவிதைகளை..

மூண்டது
உள்ளே
சிறு யுத்தம்..

நேரில் சொல்லவோ
தூதில் சொல்லவோ
என்ற குழப்பத்தில்..

வெட்கம் முந்தி
தூது சொல்ல
ஆணையிட்டது..

மீண்டும்
மூண்டது
ஒரு போர்..

தூது சொல்ல
அன்னப்பட்சி தேடவோ
அலைப்பேசி தேடவோ என..

விரைந்து செல்ல
அலைப் பேசி என
மனம் மதிக்கு சொல்ல..

மடிந்தே விட்டதாக
எண்ணிய அறிவு
மையலின் மடி நீங்கி

அன்னப்பட்சிகளால் மட்டுமே
தூது சொல்ல முடியுமென
இடித்துறைத்தது ..

மையலின் பிடியில்
சிக்கிய மனது
போருக்குப் புறப்பட..

அலைப் பேசி இணைப்பு
கனவுலகிலும் உண்டோ என
கொக்கரித்தது அறிவு..

என் க’ன’வனுக்கு
அவசரமாக
தூது செல்ல

கடனாகவது
கிடைக்குமா
அன்னப்பட்சி??

He’s not you!

He’s not you,
For he could not
Make me blush,
With a single stare;
Make me giggle,
With sweet nothings;
Make me wiggle,
With a single touch..

He’s not you,
For he would not
Make me feel,
Unloved and used;
Make me crouch,
In fear of next blow;
Make me afraid,
For the walk out moment..

He’s not you,
For he might not
Make me yearn
For little more TLC;
Make me wait
Forever to propose;
Make me live
My life without love..

He’s not you,
For he would
Show, tell and express
Love in all ways;
Hold, hug and kiss,
To melt away my misery;
Pickup, patch and keep so
My heart forever..

Yes, he’s not you..
But he’s mine..

This is again inspired by Karthik’s Post, She’s Not You! .. Check my previous add-on post here!

She’s not you!

I am falling in love! With words and with collaborations! The first part was introduced to me as scribble and was advised to forget after reading.. But in line with breaking rules, these lines have travelled deeper and I couldn’t forget it that easily and inversely it has prompted me to add my scribble (which is the second part) to those lines.

An addon
to collaborate;
to cremate;
to celebrate;
to cherish!

Now you are presented the graffiti and you are welcome to add your two cents.. (We could use more than two cents.. So please be generous.. 😛 )

And before I could leave you to enjoy the poetry (and / or to prepare lengthy curses) I request your attention for few more seconds..

The inspiring-heart warming-touché-brilliant piece of poetry (of course, I am talking only about the first part) is penned down by the cool star, Mr. Karthik, the co-author of the blog “Powerful Overflow” Do contact him when in need of touch of liveliness to your life and you would get assured results! (You might watch out the comments section to know more about him.. 😉 But please do stalk him and share your views on his works! 🙂

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She might love me..
More than you ever did.
And shelter my tattered soul
And feed it hope.

But..
Her eyes won’t glint
With the slightest of mischief,
To make me want to live more,
To breathe more.

Her laughter won’t resonate with me,
Like yours did.

Her fleeting glance
Won’t make me feel
The way my heart yearns to.

She won’t be imperfect
In the beautiful way you are.

Because..
She’s not you.
She can never be.

And,
When I say
I love her,
She will look into my eyes
And feel the void in my words.

And, she will know..
That the whole of my heart
Can never be hers.

Because
Beyond the closed doors are
The scribbles and graffiti
You left behind.

The remnants of a past
That you will remember
not for long.

So, go on..
Live your life
To the fullest,
As you’ve always done.

Meanwhile,
Let me pull up a chair
And grab a book.

The life is yours,
The graffiti, mine.

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And with that last line,
I have finished my graffiti
In her heart..

And now she could
Neither open up the graffiti
Just like me,
Nor let life hold her
In the infinite swirl
Of locking up the graffiti,
Just like me..

Hence, she broke open
My closed doors
By sheer persistence
And the faith in her heart and art..

When she broke in,
She tidied the mess of break up,
And started her art,
Which wrapped around
The whole graffiti..

Now my heart is open
For what lingers inside is
The brilliance of art of two hearts!

Yes, She’s not you!
But, she is mine!

Do Diamonds grow on plants?!

 

When I saw these diamond buds in the morning, I thought yes, Diamonds goes grow on plants! And these diamonds are even more precious as they couldn’t be held in palm or made into jewellery. But they help us nurture us and cherish us with the vital element of our life. The H2O. And still they look like poetry written by Nature!

 

Why am I not I?!

The dreams of eyes
Are not yours to own..
Don’t see them,
Don’t find faults in them..

In my little world
You are no one..
Don’t ask why..
And don’t step into it..

The song I sing to myself,
Why do you peep to hear it?
Why do you murmur that song in your heart too?
Why do you live my life?

Even my hunger and thirst
Should ask your permission first?
Are you my breath?

Again and again,
You throw flowers at me..
Are you trying to say something?

I am trying to hold your tears
in my eyes..
I am carrying your sorrow
in my heart (as my own)..
Why is that?

Why am I becoming you?
Still I am being me too..
To see you in me,
I became you..
My whole self.. / Of my own accord..

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Why am I losing my self?
Why am I carrying your dreams in my heart?
Will I hear the rest of it as mentioned here?
Or will I just be a dumb girl with stupid assumptions and forever naïve?!

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The last verse is my add-on to the song mentioned in the link.. 😉

The band

Just like a band,
The farther we moved apart,
The closer and fierce the union was..

But it would not last forever,
And so the stretch begins, again..
The time tests the stretch..

But not every stretch results,
In the fierce or even
Not-so-fierce hug back together..

For the elasticity is finite..
For the distance is infinite..
For the fate is written so..

Memories or Moments?!

A throwback post. Thrown back since I stumbled on to the post for some random reason and I fell for the words once again.. So presenting it back to you all, in case you have missed it.. Waiting to hear your thoughts on this..

Do you live in the present or a prison of past?

நிகழ்வுகளின் சிறையில்
நினைவுகளில்
சிறகு விரிக்கலாம்,

நினைவுகளின் சிறையில்
நிகழ்வுகளில்
சிறகு விரியுமோ?
விலகுமோ?

நினைவுகளுக்கும்
நிகழ்வுகளுக்குமான
நித்திய யுத்தத்தில்,
நிந்தனையின்றி,
நிர்சலனமாய் நிற்பதும்,
நீந்தி நகர்வதும்
நிகழுமோ?

நிகழ்வுகள்
நினைவுகளாகும்
நாளிலாவது
நித்தம் நிம்மதி
நிலைக்கட்டும்..
நீடித்து நிற்கட்டும்..

Transliteration

Ninaiva? Nigazhva?

Nigazhvugalin siraiyil
Ninaivugalil
Siragu virikkalaam,

Ninaivugalin siraiyil
Nigazhvugalil
Siragu viriyumo?
Vilagumo?

Ninaivugalukkum
Nigazhvugalukkumaana
Nithiya yuddhathil,
Nindhanaiyinri,
Nirsalanamaai nirpathum,
Neenthi nagarvathum
Nigazhumo?

Nigazhvugal
Ninaivugalaagum
Naalilaavathu
Niththam nimmadhi
Nilaikkattum..
Needithu nirkattum..

Translation

Memories? Moments?

In the prison of present moments,
The wings of memories
Provides moral support..

In the prison of memories,
Will the present moments,
Spreads the wings?
Or suppress the wings?

In the eternal war of,
Memories and
Present moments,
Is it possible
To suppress scoffs,
To be serene and
To swim across?

At least in the day,
When the moments
Becomes memories,
Let life be filled with
Love and peace, and
Let it last forever..

The metamorphosis!

எத்தனை மரங்கள் வளர்ந்ததும்அது காடு?
எத்தனை தூரம் வீழ்ந்ததும் அது நீர்வீழ்ச்சி?
எத்தனை மணற்துகள் சேர்ந்ததும் அது பாலை?
எத்தனை பாறைகள் உயர்ந்ததும் அது குன்று?

எத்தனை பிதற்றலுக்கு பின் மறைந்தது மழலை?
எத்தனை தோல்விகளுக்கு பின் முதிர்ந்தது இளமை?
எத்தனை முத்தங்களுக்கு பின் கடந்தது காமம்?
எத்தனை நிராகரிப்புக்கு பின் பிறந்தது கருணை?

எத்தனை சண்டைகளுக்கு பின் தொலைந்தது பாசம்?
எத்தனை கால பிரிவுக்கு பின் மாய்ந்தது நட்பு?
எத்தனை தளர்தலுக்கு பின் தொடங்கியது முதுமை?
எத்தனை கண்ணீர் துளிகளுக்கு பின் தீரும் துயரம்?

எத்தனை பிழைகளை பொறுத்திடும் தாய்மை?
எத்தனை பொறாமைகளை கடந்திடும் காதல்?
எத்தனை தோல்விகளை துரத்திடின் விடாமுயற்சி?
எத்தனை புகழ்ச்சியில் விளைந்திடும் பிரபலம்?

After how many trees does it become a forest?
After how much height does it become a waterfall?
After how many sand grains does it become a desert?
After how many boulders does it become a hill?

After how many prattle does the infancy fade?
After how many failures does an youngster becomes adult?
After how many kisses does the lust get over?
After how many rejections does the kindness bloom?

After how many fights, did the affection fade?
After how long a gap, does the friendship die?
After how many faltering, does the old-age creep in?
After how many tear drops, does the sorrow stop?

After how many faults, the motherhood wanes?
After how much jealousy, does the love withstand?
After how many comebacks of failures, is that perseverance?
After how much praise, does one become famous?

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This poem is inspired from Kabilan Vairamuthu’s poetry given below. I’m still in wonder at the simple beauty of his lines. Hope you enjoy them too..

எத்தனை துளிகளைக் கடக்கும்போது தூறல் என்பது மழை?
எத்தனை பற்கள் முளைத்து வந்ததும் சத்தம் என்பது மொழி?
எத்தனை இதழ்கள் திறந்துகொண்டதும் மொட்டு என்பது மலர்?
எத்தனை உடல்கள் மண்ணில் சரிந்ததும் வன்முறை என்பது போர்?

எத்தனை துளிகளைக் கடக்கும்போது தூறல் என்பது மழை?
எத்தனை பற்கள் முளைத்து வந்ததும் சத்தம் என்பது மொழி?
எத்தனை இதழ்கள் திறந்துகொண்டதும் மொட்டு என்பது மலர்?
எத்தனை உடல்கள் மண்ணில் சரிந்ததும் வன்முறை என்பது போர்?

எத்தனை கீற்றுகள் பரவி நிறைந்ததும் பின்னிரவென்பது காலை?
எத்தனை அணுவில் நாணம் வந்ததும் நட்பு என்பது காதல்?
எத்தனை நரம்புகள் வீறுகொண்டதும் காரியம் என்பது இலட்சியம்?
எத்தனை இதயங்கள் நிமிர்ந்து நின்றதும் புலம்பல் என்பது புரட்சி?

After how many drops we encounter, drizzle is rain?
After how many teeth sprouts, sound is language?
After how many petals germinate, floret is flower?
After how many bodies fall on ground, violence is war?

After how many drops we encounter, drizzle is rain?
After how many teeth sprouts, sound is language?
After how many petals germinate, floret is flower?
After how many bodies fall on ground, violence is war?

After how many beams spread the sky, time past midnight is morning?
After how many atoms of timidity, friendship is love?
After how many nerves get valorous, action is mission?
After how many hearts rise and stand up, lamentation is revolution?

The song, translation and a video is available at Doopaadoo

A forever story!

She knew exactly
What troubles him,
What constraints him,
What he is going through,
What would free him,
What he would become..
Yet she felt helpless,
For he is the caterpillar
And she is the branch
Upon which the cocoon rests.

Hence she also knew that
The caterpillar will have to abandon
The cocoon and the branch
For he is meant to be a butterfly
With all the beautiful colors
Fluttering it’s wings
Far and beyond
The vision or reach of
The branch and the cocoon!

P.S. Not all forever stories are about being together.. And not all he-she stories are between lovers.. 😉

Invulnerable!

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Dreams, Desire, Destiny!

Dreams come every day and night
For the chances are seemingly bright

Out of those many, only few
Become desire to cross the misty dew

Then comes bundled of hurdles
And chunks of blocks
In the way from Dream to Destiny
Though the path breaks
Only for Destiny and not mere dreams!

The endless search!

For a thing known not to be found…
a true search has begun to try and find it…

Come, let us search and exhaust the options..

Oh Love that drench my heart like a rain! Where did you end up falling?
Even before my eyes looked at you, did you hide under the soil?
Is it possible to find you searching tirelessly, in my lifetime?
Are you okay seeing me walking ablaze with your thoughts?
Oh girl! do you even have a memory of me in your heart?
For the life I lived and for the days I’m going to live,
You are the reason, come to me my life!

A tear drop slowly parted away and dropped from my eyes, Why?
A star in the sky suddenly sobbed shedding tears, See!
Few moments had slipped through my fingers,
I register my love for you again to imprison and capture back those moments!

A search has begun. A true search (can be interpreted as search for a person) has begun.

Like an ocean wishing to fill itself into a conch,
My soul wishes to engulf my body, See!

Come Love… Come my Life!

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There are not many songs that have me hooked at the first instance.. And even rare are those songs, that stay so, even after years around a decade..

Though most of those songs are from few long decades back, this is a song from the past decade.

The search for love is almost as ancient as love. And the theme is taken up for dissection and wrapped back with various wordings all through the age.

So this song starts saying that this is indeed a search pursued by many to return empty handed, yet the search continues.

The most important reason that holds this song in the top list is the words used.

The misery of love-struck tears are expressed in many ways. Here, the tear doesn’t fall off itself in an impulse. But it was agonisingly slow and the impact is too high. High enough to impact one of the stars in the sky to gently sob..

The poet mentions the damsel as the rain that drench him with love and he asks her, how could you accept me burning ablaze with your thoughts.. What a beautiful contradiction!

Note: Thanks to Pradeep for the beautiful translation of this song!

P.S. Further details of the song are available here.

Regret?!

She gave up
Yet she didn’t regret
For she gave up
Only after giving
Her everything to try

And she realised that
Sometimes, giving up
Everything you could
Is not enough,
For the price
To achieve the dreams are
Far more than
Everything you could!

Raasaali – Tamil Lyrics with translation

A repost of my post in here! (Tamil lyrics available in the link.) Hearty thanks to my friends over the site lyricaldelights.com for transforming the process of translation from a tedious task to sheer fun with all the timely help! 😀

I’m head over heels in love with this song.. So head over and relish the music and the poetry!

Bitten by the #Rasaali magic yet? Pure magic both in terms of lyrics and music.  #ARRahman #Thamarai #GauthamVasudevaMenon

Movie: Achcham Yenbadhu Madamaiyada
Lyricist: Thamarai
Singers: Sathya Prakash, Shashaa Tirupati
Music director: A R Rahman
Song sequence: (1)-(2)-(3)-(4)-(5)-(6)-(7)-(6)-(7)-(3)-(4)-(8)-(9)-(8)-(9)-(3)-(4)

Yo flying falcon, flying falcon, stop!

Are you fast, or am I faster? tell!

The clock too would lie, I realised!

As the east is turning to west..

(As an entire day passes by)

 

I feel like becoming a bird today..

The wings and my hands are the same..

Falcon.. Is this a bet/challenge/race?

Would you be the first?

Or would I be the first?

Let’s see..

 

Who is gonna first reveal the affection?

Who is gonna first release the arrow?

(From the Cupid’s bow)

 

As the silence faded without talking,

(As there is incessant talking between us)

As the lotus dances in the tank’s water,

Beautiful dreams dance before my eyes!

You, over my shoulders,

Is the warmth that expels cold!

 

In the day time, all eight directions nudge me,

In the night time, only the descending mist gives company,

In my heart, as a silky voice budges,

Would I die? (With the overwhelming feelings)

 

In front of me, is the joy of air rushing on my face,

Behind me, over my back is a little green parakeet,

This is the journey in my life,

Will I let it get over?

 

The ceaseless drench that flustered even the sun and rain,

The silly arrogance of the twinkling stars that followed,

The lingering fragrance in the air unique to every city,

Will not be forgotten by me..

 

Even before this, “Similar to this, I had a new experience”

To say so, there is not a memory in my past,

As well, I don’t see a chance to say in the future too..

(For this experience is unique and)

Will not be forgotten by me..

Spoiler alert : The beauty of poetry is till the realisation of the meaning. But this is one song, where it’s beauty is multiplied after knowing the meaning..

A girl enjoying the bike ride, feeling like a free bird..
The simple yet unmatchable experience of a bike ride..
Exploring different cities in bike..
Experiencing a unique feel..
All these interlaced with classical Carnatic music and sprinkled with love..

The cherry on the cake is the beautiful intricate words by Thamarai, that spices up the whole song to a new level..

The potpourri of music by ARR is just perfect and as ever, it adds emotion to the Tamil words and let’s you experience the fresh air on the face as well as the complexity of a seemingly simple experience!

I know it’s easy to get mesmerized by the song.. Just remember to drop in your views in the comments.. 😉

The maiden’s heart!

Even when told, a maiden’s heart doesn’t listen to it,
I have hidden one thing,
I’ve forbidden to reveal it,
I’ve trusted my heart,
But it cheated me..

Oh, the maiden’s heart is pitiable,
What would it do?
It is not like you,
Hence, it revealed the truth..

Oh east, Apart from you,
Do I’ve any other dawn
In this world, oh dear life?

(Though I might say to not reveal, is there any other option for me, just like the east is for dawn, I’m for you)

The east lightens up with the rays of Sun,
But you’re the soul of the Sun,
Even after knowing everything,
Even after understanding me,
I told it hundred times to stay quiet..

Oh lady, your heart,
Took the bribe,
I gave to it,
To reveal the truth..

You imprisoned with your eyes,
You acted as if you are escaping,
I crumbled everyday, oh tender one!

I walked like the river,
I crossed over the dams,
To mingle at last into the sea..
Even after knowing everything,
Even after understanding me,
I told it hundred times to stay quiet..

(The destiny of a river is the sea, yet, it enjoys the period of being the river, without bothering about losing itself to the sea and it also rushes ahead crossing over all barriers.. Similarly, I’m coming to you)

You pick a flower,
Drop it in water,
It would come to float, oh young lady!

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It is the beauty of poetry to not reveal things directly. Yet, there are few poetry which is better explained so people wouldn’t miss the beauty of it.. Hence I took the liberty to add the explanations in between.. Hope you enjoyed this translation. Do let me know in the comments.

Click here to listen to the audio and view the details and lyrics in Tamil.

The deeds!

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Where are they?

Where are the plans,
We plotted together
To rule the world?

Where are the dreams,
We dreamt alike
To make a difference?

Where are the shoulders,
That lifted my burdens,
By taking them up yourself?

And above all,
Where are the heartbeats,
That were promised for me
To beat in sync with mine?

What next, yes or no?

For the craze that was dazed with the sound,
With the blood that was oozed from the war of love,
I have written a sonnet, my friend,
Read it away, if you’ve the eyes for it..

What is seen with the eyes,
What is seen in the hind legs,
What is seen in you as the bride,
What is seen by being afar and behind,
Will not be forgotten by the heart, even if it’s burnt..
I’ve not said everything, as even the (literally rich) Tamizh lacks words to describe it!

Neither
By admonishing nor
By cursing me nor
By punishing the heart nor
By severing the head
Would my love gets drained!
Rather bid me to eat fire,
And I would consume it!

Either say yes or
Kill by asking to stop;
Either summon me or
Kill by sending me away;
It’s heaven in earth in your nod
And the cemetery is nearer on your no!

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This is a translation from the recital in the album Duet.

The beauty of poetry is better appreciated when it’s actually read out aloud with proper intonation. The recital of this poetry is one amidst the top list.. Everything is so perfect and I hope I’ve done justice to the poetry with my translation.

Do check here to hear the audio!

The locked door!

She was disheartened
Seeing the locked door
Of his heart!

Poor girl!

She didn’t realise
That she was
Not locked out, but
Locked inside
In his heart!

Tweaking the magnetism!

He wanted to be loved..
She wanted to love..

He knew her..
She knew him..

He liked her..
She liked him..

He is full of logic..
She is full of nonsense..

He saw that togetherness is impossible..
She saw that he deserved someone better than her..

He understood life as is..
She understood life as fate..

Yet they understood each other too well..
To the extreme extent that
They could never be
Opposite poles of
the same magnet..
But just be the Same poles
Of Different magnet!

Passions and Possibilities!

Had N number of Passions.
Had N number of Possibilities.

Out of the N number
Not even one
Could cater to all Passions
And not even few
Could cater to most Passions.

Then came the prioritising
Of Passions and
Discrimination of Possibilities
In the name of Practicality.

Then came a new possibility
Possessing my heart and soul
Though it was not listed
In the N number of Passions
Or in the N number of Possibilities.

The Possessive Passion
Paved way for every other Passion
With a new Possibility
And gave Hope that
Anything is Possible
When the Heart and Soul
Is tuned to achieve that
One single Goal
Without any diversion!

And it also proved that
N number is not a nightmare
And also that
N number is not all,
For the destiny could be beyond
the N number of Passions
and the N number of Possibilities!

No one!

I’m no one
to you in the list of
predefined relationships,
while you are
everything to me!

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This week HeSheStory is merged with Dr. H Bhatnagar’s two-phrase story challenge!

Challenge? Who has the patience to follow the rules / link backs?
If that’s what you were thinking, you are in the right place. Coz the rules are almost nil!
(Hmm.. Are there any, Dr. HB? Since I don’t follow most rules, I skipped this too.. :P)
But if you are willing to stick to rules, refer here!

Willing to take part in this challenge?
Feel free to reply to the first phrase either in my comment section or the original posts’ comment section.
(See how simple this is!)

Feel free to unleash your creativity with a new second phrase
(or bit more, coz he has a big heart to accommodate more than a second phrase.. 😉 )

There’s little more!
He compiles all the entries and posts!
Trust me, it is awesome to see the multitude of replies for a single phrase.
Check out the last week’s compilation here!

So what’s your reply to “I’m no one…”
Looking forward for your take on this.. 🙂

Juxtaposition

I am far from you,
Like the water droplets on the lotus leaves,

Yet,

I am so near you,
Like the reflections of moon in the river..

Is this Inspiration or Imagiantion?!

Full moon would be her face
Jasmine would be her fragrance
Lightning would be her eyes
Silence would be her language
Dew drops of winter would be voice
Deer calf of the fragrant forests would be her walks

I saw her one day and
asked for her heart as boon
She did give but immediately took it back and went away!

She is indeed the island of the sea, untouched hitherto,
In its fragrant sands, I wished to be a floral shrub..

She is indeed the melody, unforgettable after hearing,
Even after understanding the stanzas, I stood in silence..

She being one shore, and me being the other shore,
In between gushes the river of solitude..

Is it possible for the hands to fish in the waters of mirage?
The time stands testament to the happenings of the present..

She comes along with peace,
And I grasped her fingers..
The journey continued while witnessing the many rainbows along the path..

As sleep caressed my head, I rested under a tree..
When I woke up, she wasn’t there and the minute turned bitter..

She was by my side, in that minute,
She appeared afar, in the next minute..
She runs like the false-deer that eludes the vision..

Between me and her, a screen stood opposing,
When mask is worn, would the faces be visible?

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This is my translation of a song from the movie Jodhaa Akbar, released in 2008. The details about the song is available over here along with the tamil verse.

This song caught my attention with its music, for it is so soothing and pleasant to hear. This song is always in the top 5 of my most played track list. The reason it is there is just not for the music or the voice. But the lyrics.

The hero gets besotted by the beauty of his new wife. She is near yet so far in heart. He yearns for her. And this song is what transcribes his emotions.

The reason the lyrics stands close to me is the closeness of this song to the John Keats’ song “La Belle Dame sans Merci“

Below  is the complete song: 

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a fairy’s child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Both are very beautiful songs as stand alone. They both are in different genres, yet they both have some common elements and that’s what I link and like between them.

The mysterious girl;
Her beautiful features,
Her love for him,
Him, wanting to serve her,
The feeling of elation in being with her,
She lulling him to sleep,
Him waking into harsh reality,
From the dream of the dreamy girl,
His lament to reach her..

Now all I wonder about the first song is whether it is an inspired imagination or just imagination by two individuals in the same way!

He!

Someone asked her
Who is he?
He is……..friend?!

Long night chats
Chats on Anything
To everything
Shared without hesitation
And without waiting
Always there for each other
To pull pranks
As well as to lean on

Someone asked her
Who is he?
hmm.. my.. my.. friend?

Abundance of care
Genuineness in smiles
Respect for the other
And yet
He moved on
She stayed on

Someone asked her
Who is he?
My crush or bit more than that!

He came back
Now with a different mask
But the same face
She is still the same
Void of the masks

Someone asked her
Who is he?
My best friend!

Be loved, my beloved!

The numerous masks,
The endless reasons,
The not-so-strong no,

The differences,
The similarities,
The sweet nothings (or lack thereof),

The misunderstandings,
The mutual liking,
The distance,

And multiple other things,
Significant and insignificant,
Are not enough,

To make me stop loving you!
Break your shell and
Be loved, my beloved!

As Close as it Comes!

Isn’t it enough that I let you see
Isn’t it enough that that I have let you see me bleed
As long as I allow you to share

Isn’t it enough for you to just care
I will not ask you to dwell inside my life’s shell
Nor ask you to share my personal hell

It is mine and mine alone
Perhaps the only thing I possess
The only thing that I own.

Isn’t it enough that I bare my soul
Isn’t it enough that you know I’m not whole
As long as I trust you enough to let you see me

Isn’t that enough for you to let me be me
I can not allow anyone else to live in my shell
Nor allow any to share my personal hell

It is mine and mine alone
Perhaps its the only thing I possess
That No one  can lay a claim on

Isn’t it enough that I see your needs
Isn’t it enough that I see your deeds
Isn’t it enough to show you I care

Without crawling in and sharing your lair
One we are
One we will be

It is the only thing we own
Let it be enough that I allow you inside to see
How I decorate my own home

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This is another re-blog post. I re-blog when I like the thought and the way it is presented. But this re-blog is purely for the following reason – The moment I read, I started wondering why didn’t I write out this thought.. But I wonder whether I could ever write it this good. Hence, instead of using it as inspiration, here is the same post..

I should be mentioning the author right.. The author is my longest follower and my initial followers are only through him. He keeps wondering why in his blog, and I keep wondering why am I blessed with such good people. Must be some good deed I have inadvertently done in the past.. 😉

I would be requiring more than a footnote to describe this oxymoronic-sharp-witted brother of mine, William. I would rather suggest that you follow him and ponder over his thought-provoking posts.. 🙂

(I have taken the liberty to format the post as I would like to see it Bro.. Sorry if it is not to your liking)

Revival of a Life!

She was losing hope on everything.
She was losing faith in everything.
She was losing interest in life itself.
She was losing her happiness.
She was losing her smile, even to fake.
She was losing life in every way.

He came into her life.

She revived everything in her life.

Not because he brought life to her.
But because, she wanted to add life,
To his soulless life, he was holding to.

Not always you need happiness
To infuse hope and life
Into the mere survival!

Is it what it is?

He saw her
She saw him

Two worlds collided
Is it for a creation
Is it for a demolition
Is it for losing
Is it for gaining

Neither was sane enough
To think of any consequences

Time moved on
There was a new planet
With its own moons
And a little Sun for themselves

They revolved
Not one around another
But each around the other

There was a sudden pause
In the entire galaxy
For the beauty of this planet
Was breathtaking
Even to the Mother of Nature!!

He saw her
She saw him

Nothing changed that one thing!!

Rebel

Being a rebel
Is not always loudly expressed.
It is sometimes hidden
In the gentle no,
Said softly
And at every instance!

One step at a time!

There are millions of could-have-been
There are zillions of could-be
But things happened and will happen
In only one possibility.

There is not a single possibility
To change the past,
Unless I have a time turner,
Which I doubt I am not gifted with.

But there is a way to change the past
Not what has happened,
But how it is told and retold as.
For I could change that.

I could mourn and
Let the past and present be,
Just a failure and continue to be so,
For the eons to come and be forgotten

Or I could start shaping my future
Into dazzling successes and keep
Adding so many feathers to my cap
So the past becomes insignificant.

The smaller worries are forgotten,
When a bigger one enthrals.
The same theory fits to success,
For the life is always viewed backwards.

When I look back and have failures,
I feel disappointed and broken
But when I look forward and see the possibilities,
I feel encouraged to take just one more step..

One step at a time,
And consistent forward steps,
Even with all the detours,
I will hail my flag at my destination, for sure!

March on!

March on! One step forward at a time!

Crossing across one feet is different
For an ant and For an elephant!

What seems to be a very easy task for you,
Might be a herculean task for me,
As well, the vice versa also applies.

Passing on an opinion
The easiest task in the world.
For not many think about it,
Before blurting it out.

So, As a listener beware,
And learn to distinguish
The criticisms meant to improvise
Against the silly talks said out loud
Just to demotivate or flatter.

And As a speaker think,
Whether the receiver is worthy of
The honest criticisms that you make
And whether it helps them grow.

Be dumb, for unnecessary talks,
Be deaf, for silly comments,
For life is in the deeds, than the talks.

Set your heart on your own goal
And let that be your only focus!

Till you succeed, with every step March on!

Is that you?!

Is that you, who said so?
Tell, tell my beloved

Is that fine with you?
Why, why my beloved?
Why, why my beloved?

In another hands,
Who, Who, ME?!

Did you forget me?
Why, why my beloved?

Isn’t that you,
The one who gave
The sacred garland,
and the Vermilion?*

Isn’t that you,
Who thought of
The bride-to-be
as the Goddess?

Isn’t that you,
Who had linked
My heart into yours?

Isn’t that you,
Who also said that,
You would be there
For me, till the end?

Today,
Is that you, who said so?
Tell, tell my beloved

Can the garland,
That is adorned by the God,
Can fall in the streets?

Even if it falls on the streets,
Can it be touched by another?

Isn’t that true,
That this flower can bloom
Only once in the Ivy?

Isn’t that true,
That this relationship can grow
Only once in the heart?

சொன்னது நீ தானா
சொல் சொல் சொல் என் உயிரே
சொன்னது நீ தானா
சொல் சொல் சொல் என் உயிரே
சம்மதம் தானா
ஏன் ஏன் ஏன் என் உயிரே
ஏன் ஏன் ஏன் என் உயிரே
சொன்னது நீ தானா
சொல் சொல் சொல் என் உயிரே

இன்னொரு கைகளிலே
யார் யார் யார் நானா
எனை மறந்தாயோ
ஏன் ஏன் ஏன் என் உயிரே
சொன்னது நீ தானா
சொல் சொல் சொல் என் உயிரே

மங்கள மாலை குங்குமம் யாவும்
தந்ததெல்லாம் நீ தானே
மணமகளை திருமகளாய்
நினைத்ததெல்லாம் நீ தானே
என் மனதில் உன் மனதை
இணைத்ததும் நீ தானே
இறுதி வரை துணை இருப்பேன்
என்றதும் நீ தானே
இன்று சொன்னது நீ தானா
சொல் சொல் சொல் என் உயிரே

தெய்வத்தின் மார்பில் சூடிய மாலை
தெருவினிலே விழலாமா
தெருவினிலே விழுந்தாலும்
வேறோர் கை தொடலாமா
ஒரு கொடியில் ஒரு முறை தான்
மலரும் மலரல்லவா
ஒரு மனதில் ஒரு முறை தான்
வளரும் உறவல்லவா
சொன்னது நீ தானா
சொல் சொல் சொல் என் உயிரே

sonnadhu needhaanaa sol sol sol ennuyire
sammadham thaanaa aen aen aen ennuyire
aen aen aen ennuyire

innoru kaigalilae yaar yaar naanaa
enai marandhaayaa aen aen aen en uyire

mangala maalai kungumam yaavum thandhadhellaam needhaane
manamagalaith thirumagalaai ninaithadhellaam needhaane
en manadhil un manadhai inaithadhum needhaane
irudhi varaith thunaiyiruppen enradhum needhaane
indru sonnadhu needhaanaa sol sol sol ennuyire

dheivathin maarbil soodiya maalai theruvinile vizhalaamaa
theruvinile vizhundhaalam veroar kai thodalaamaa
oru kodiyil oru muraidhaan malarum malarallavaa
oru manadhil oru muraidhaan valarum uravallavaa

Vermilion and the Garland are given as a symbol of accepting the girl as wife.

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This song is from the film Nenjil Or Aalayam. The original soundtrack album was composed by the musical legendary duo Viswanathan–Ramamoorthy, while the lyrics for the songs were written by Kaviarasu Kannadasan. And this song is sung by P.Susheela

This song is one of the most popular classics, well known even today. And has many accolades with its fame. Please do click on the links, as I am not going to bore you with all those stats and details available out there.

The emotion in the lyrics, song, rhythm, voice, face… Oh my.. Can I ever get enough words to describe the soulfulness of this song?! There is a beauty to monochrome, but it is enhanced by the films of the (g)olden days. I can’t point my finger to one single element and say it as the best of others, for everything scores equally for me in this song.

Now on to the context.. Hope you people have guessed that, this is by the heroine to the hero. The speciality of the context is, the husband asks the wife’s ex-lover to marry her, in  case he dies of his cancer. And she sings this song to her husband. So all the deep emotions and the quivering lips, portray the love she has for her husband and shows the great lengths crossed over from the ex-lover.

Moving on to the poetry, the words are repeated in such a way, that you might think that, she struggles to find words, for she is still revelling in the shock, that he could say such a thing at all.. She first questions is that really him who said that and the words are less coherent and broken with repetitions.. Then she talks of how much love he has showered on her and how much she was appreciated as the bride.. Then questions the future..

And in the picturization, she actually breaks off the song in the middle and the dramatic effect it adds to the situation is simply amazing.. The song easily moves a person to tears, for the combination is so beautifully synchronised and the simplicity adds a a touch of reality and makes it easy to connect..

Do let me know if this song strikes a chord in you?

Her Dreams of Him!

She dint yearn for the stars.
She just waited for his stares.

She dint ask for the moon.
She just wanted a moan of her name in his lips.

She dint ask for the rainbow.
But she wanted to see all the shades of him.

She dint ask for the mighty mountains.
She just wanted him by her side, as her rock.

She dint ask for the flowing rivers.
She just wanted the conversation to flow seamlessly.

She dint ask for the thicket of forests.
She just wanted to be in the thick of his thoughts.

She dint ask for the burning flames.
She just wanted to be embraced by his warmth.

She dint ask for the artistic flakes.
She just wanted to be the reason for all her art forms.

She dint want to be the dreamer.
She just wanted to see him fulfil his dreams.

For, he is the personification of all her dreams.
And he would stay there forever, just in the dreams!

Paradise Lost

கண்ணிலான் பெற்றிழந்தான்..
I don’t remember where I heard this first time, but I’m so grateful for the one who introduced me to this line..

What’s it about this line?
Transliteration – kaNNilaan peRRizhandhaan..
Translation – A blind person, got sight and lost it back..
Conceived by – Kamban
Verse – 325 of Kamba Ramayanam

This is an epitome of agony and pain undergone by a person at times of loss..

Context:
The mighty king Dasarathan was blessed with his children after several prayers..
He was asked, of his son Rama, to be of service, to a hermit in the forests, a hazardous job for a Prince..
The mentality of the king is portrayed as that of a blind, who had enjoyed the blessings of the vision and has gone back blind..

Why the line pops into my mind and blows me off every time?
The loss could have been described in so many ways..

Why not simply say that as a person gone blind?
When one is gifted with vision at birth, it’s taken for granted..
But if one is born blind, he would have an thirst for vision..
The gift of vision can only be contemplated at it’s best, only by a blind..
He treasures the power of vision..
When the sight is taken back, he simply has to return to his former state..

When a person is born with vision and has gone blind in between, has to learn a new way of complementing his visionary power..
But for a person born blind, that’s his natural state..
He evolves and grows with the absence of vision..

So isn’t it easy to restore to someone’s natural state?
What’s the harm in it?

The person could have led his whole life without vision and even could have achieved something in his life..

It’s always easier to acquire, grow, multiple the resources we start with..
As the resource grows, the person evolves along..
But when the resources begin the downfall, there’s no going back of the evolution..

The evolution is like carvings on a stone..
When the resources are taken back, it shatters the heart into shrapnel..
You could live with a blank stone, but not with a shattered piece..
Whether the person stays still or move forward, it hurts the person..

Nothing ever could heal the hurt of the heart..
Even if someday the vision is once again restored, still the void, the pain exists..
Nothing could ever conceal it from one’s own conscience..

A few of you might have experienced this:
Desired something for so long,
thought about it day and night,
gone in search of that treasure with all your heart,
Foregoing every other pleasure for it,
Dedicated the mind, heart and soul for it,
And the success knocks on your door..

The happiness is just divine and is something to be felt and could never be put into words..

Then comes the tragedy,
Even before you could completely embrace your happiness,
The result of success is to be borrowed,
Not a giveaway, Not distorting it,
Just a borrowing,
Still you know the usage by the borrower might lead to anything…
You may or may not get it back,
You might not be the same without it again,
You are to relinquish the treasure voluntarily..

That’s the exact feel of
கண்ணிலான் பெற்றிழந்தான்..

எண்ணிலா அருந்தவத்தோன் இயம்பிய சொல் மருமத்தின் எறிவேல் பாய்ந்த
புண்ணிலாம் பெரும் புழையில் கனல் நுழைந்தால் எனச் செவியில் புகுதலோடும்
உண்ணிலா வியதுயரம் பிடித்து உந்த ஆருயிர் நின்று ஊசல் ஆடக்
கண்ணிலான் பெற்றிழந்தான் என உழந்தான் கடும் துயரம் காலவேலான்

(கம்ப.328)

The Poison and the Antidote!

The gentle tremble of your heart beat against my wrist,
The melodious rhythm of your breathing in my ears,
The intoxicating addictive smell of you to breathe in,
The slip of my name in half words in your dream of me..

You,
The poison that doesn’t let me sleep,
You,
The antidote that lulls me to sleep.

It hurts to be near you,
And yet,
It kills to be away from you!

You, the reason for the aching heart!
You, the reason the heart still beats!!

You are the life and death of me!
And
There’s neither without you by my side!!

The Divine Ride!

National highway,
With the best road,
Without a single hitch,
In between cities
Roads bordered with
Trees on both sides..

No street lights
No tiny lights
From distant homes
And highway shops..

An empty road
Hence no light
Even in mirrors..

The wind in the face
And the pull of hair..
By the air,
Scented with
Petrichor..
Yeah,
the smell of
Rain on mud..
And,
Moistened
With drizzle..

Even with
My not-so-fast bike,

I felt like
I’m the centre
Of a vast universe
That revolves
Around me
And just for me..

Just me,
My bike’s head light,
And few metres in sight..

Sounds heaven?

It’s not yet complete..
A little kiddo
In the pillion
Hugging me tight
So my back
Becomes pillow
And the breeze
Becomes lullaby..

It’s the trust..
To sleep
On a highway travel
On a bike..

Words fail me!!

THAT is divine!!

PS:
I couldn’t let the kiddo sleep for safety purpose and as for helmet, mine was drenched before I started my ride, so please do excuse that since we are safe back in home..

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This is a raw and unedited version of what I scribbled down in one go after a road trip, six months ago. This one has no imaginary exaggeration or fiction in any way. Just raw emotion. When I read back, it reminds me of the beautiful trip and I couldn’t edit it to any better for now. Did you like it?

Musical Monday #7

She:
Dear handsome, I am born for you!
I will be with you, day n night!
The years keep rolling by
Since our marriage,
Still, the affection doesn’t fade!

From top to toe,
You rule me,
My husband dear!
The God that stands guard
At the south of our town,
Stays witness to it!

He:
Dear beautiful, You are born for me!
My heart is brimming with you!

She:
If you don’t tease me, on a day,
With your caress at least once,
Even the softest mattress
Will not be so soft, at night,
When you lay down to sleep!

He:
Will the cat be at rest,
When it smells a pot of fish?
Hey beautiful! Tell me,
For the smell of Nethili is in the air!

She:
As I sit quiet and mind my work
Don’t you come fiddling with my saree
To dry your wet hands!

He:
Why petty complaints?
Are you an old one?!
You are a youngling!

She:
Oh yeah?!
Don’t you think that
I grew up into a lady
Just yesterday?

The Song’s transliteration is available here, in case you are interested.

This song is between a couple, who are still young in love, even after being married together for more than half of their own lives.

I could never do justice in translation, to the song’s lyrics for they are so heart warming, filled with slang of the region and filled with such beautiful alliterations.

 This song would be my pick any day for defining my relationship goals! 😛 You have to watch the video to understand what I mean. The love and care between the couple is so very beautiful and I haven’t seen better romantic acts. There is a beauty to young love, but the love that still prevails at sixties is very different and so special. When it is sprinkled with silly banters and fun, what a treat it is to be around these couples.

I had seen this song many times, but I could never listen to the lyrics, for the visualization captures my full attention, every single time. I started translating this song some three hours back, just wrote the first few lines, listened to the song and within no time I was watching the whole movie, once again.

And when I came back to translating, I still watched the song just for watching more than once. I have to cautiously push myself to finish translating and here I am rambling, about this song.

There are many movies that depict old couples and as they lived a generation back. But this is one of the very few authentic depiction I have seen onscreen. Both the persons, would have lived their roles in the movie.

Fine, Now I will shut up, so you could go enjoy the beauty of this song. And also get a glimpse of everyday life in certain parts of our state.

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Note: The song which was translated last week is available over here.

Fall in love!

Here’s the day when Love is in the air and the text of ‘I Love You’ floats all around. So here’s a dissection of that ‘I Love You’ on who deserves to hear it!

I Love you!
What is you?
No it wasn’t
Who’s that you?
It is aptly
What is you?

It is the feeling
Of belonging
The mirage of
Togetherness
The pretense of
Being the one
It is the gravity of
What you wish it to be

Love is the sense of
Losing yourself
Changing yourself
Molding yourself
Trimming yourself
Growing yourself
Grooming yourself
Behaving yourself
In the name of
Someone else
Yet without feeling
Any pain, remorse
Or even a least resistance!

Can you do all these
Without the push
From external force
Or the external gravity?

When you say yes,
You are self motivated
And on the path of victory
For you are in love
With yourself!!

Can you even
Lift the mountains
For someone else,
But not even
The tip of nail
For yourself?
Go fall in love..
Not with anyone
But with the feel of love!

You could attach it
To the person’s being,
But make sure of this..
Don’t tamper the life
Of another soul
Just bcoz You attached
Your Love to that soul

It is because,
You aren’t in love
With the person,
Just on the person
That is the mirage..
There’s the pretense..

True love,
If and when exists
Doesn’t have
Mirage, but miracles
For it’s mutual
In the feel and
At the time
Amidst both!

It’s easy to fall
For love
Than
To fall
In love
With the one!

Let the power of love
Nurture the soul
But not murmur it
Even to the YOU in
I Love you,
When you are in love
with the Love
Rather than You!!

Heaven on earth!

The hair caressed by breeze,
The eyes drinking in the sight of sea,
The lips spilling a shy smile,
The dear friend next to shoulder,
The laps of sand grains to sit upon,
The gentle waves trickling the feet,

Though I’m cherished and relished
From head to toe,
My heart still stumbles and stays
In the thoughts if and about you..

As the body and soul
Feels content and happy,
Could there be anything else
That could be heaven?!

தலைக்கோதும் தென்றல்
கண் நிறையும் கடல்
இதழ் சிந்தும் புன்னகை
தோள் சாயும் தோழமை
மடியேந்தும் மணல்
பாதம் வருடும் அலை..

உச்சி முதல் பாதம் வரை
மகிழ்ந்த நொடியிலும்,
மனம் மயங்கி தயங்கி தங்கியது
உன் நினைவலைகளில் மட்டும்..

உள்ளமும் உடலும்
உவந்து களிக்கும்
இந்த நொடியினும் சிறந்த
சொர்க்கம் வேறுளதோ..

Thalai kOthum thendral
KaN niraiyum kadal
Ithazh sindhum punnagai
ThoL saayum thozhamai
Madi yaenthum manal
Paadham varudum alai…

Uchi mudal paatham varai
Magizhntha nodiyilum
Manam mayangi thayangi thangiyathu
Un ninaivalaigaLil mattum…

ULLamum udalum
Uvanthu kaLikkum
Intha nodiyinum sirantha
Sorgam VeruLathO?

A Happy Wish!

Life is a long journey,
It has multiple roads,
Few of them intersect,
Few of them cut off the path.

There are few roads
Which add beauty to a track
But, beauty doesn’t last forever,
So are the roads.

The roads still have
Their uniqueness
For the real beauty is
Within and indestructible

Though the roads diverge
They still do travel parallel
But at some point
Even that distance grows.

There comes a point
Where the road slips
From the view totally
And go beyond reach.

Yet it doesn’t mean
The roads wouldn’t
Cross again..
It may or may not!

But here is the point
Where the roads are
Bending into opposite sides
And going far from each other.

The new bend comes with
New roads to intersect
New bridges to cross and
New rivers to swim through

As the roads travel further
The New roads would bring
More beauty to the view
Along with more bends!

For the beauty is always
A relative term, which
Changes with time
And from the view point.

Just move ahead,
Taking one step at a time,
And keep moving and moving
As the journey is beautiful

No matter what the view is
No matter what the cross is
No matter what the bump is
No matter what the dump is

Just one more step
Another step
And another little one
Keep going forever

Till the road meets up
With the distant horizon
Along with hope
That the view is better

For every step moved forward
Adds one more perspective
And the view at the end
Is the only one that matters

Not the view at the start
Not the view at the cross
Not the view at the parts
But the view at the end

Till you reach that end,
Leave more smiles
On the way and
Keep smiling..

Coz, it is in the nature that,
The sun that falls in the west,
Will rise back tomorrow in the east,
The tides that goes up now,
Will drop back into ocean too.

For the nights don’t depend
Only on the moon
To move ahead,
Even the lights pave way

When a door closes,
Another door opens.
And all through the path,
Let my well wishes stay with you

My words bid adieu
Along with wishes
For the breeze to flow through and
For the glory to adorn you!

Adieu, friend, adieu!
With smiles and wishes!

Liberation

This is a song written in Tamil and translated to English! This time the translation is for my verse..

Liberation

It’s neither few nor many,
Who broke the wings.
The tears that are spilling ain’t falling
Either in the prison or pillow!

The corpse hidden to thoughts
Had hidden away
The peace and sleep too

In that moment of
Lost mind and
Lost peace

The coolness of the moon
The brightness of the sun
The gentleness if the breeze
The ferocity of storm
Fused into a ball

The ball reached
Deep inside to
Reveal the truth!

That the prison is in thoughts!!
Though the wings are fine,
The thoughts are not fine,
Thus, restricting the wings,
That might soar the skies!!

Is there any worse sword
To break one into pieces?

When will this prison break?
When will this wings soar?

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viduthalai

siRagudaithathu silaralla palarumalla
sindhum vizhineer vazhindhodi vizhuvadhu
siRaiyumalla sayana araiyumalla

sindanaikkul maRaitha savam
sayanathaiyum samaadaanathaiyum
saduthiyil thunaikkazhaikka

sithamizhanthu
siRagumizhanthu
thiGaitha nodiyil

thinGalin thanmaiyim
kathiravanin oLiyum
thendralin menmaiyum
kaDunGaatrin vEgamum
ottRai pandhil
onRaanathu

athu uruNdodi
uLam pugunthu
uraiththathOr unMai!

siraipattadu sindanaiyilena!
siRagugal seeraaga irunthum
seerazhintha sindanai mattume
siragadaithu vaanalakkum
sindanaiyaiyum varuthiyathena!

vaayadaikka ithaninum kodiya
vaaL uLatho?

enRu Oyum intha salanam?
enRu viriyum intha siRagu?

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விடுதலை

சிறகுடைத்தது சிலரல்ல பலருமல்ல
சிந்தும் விழிநீர் வழிந்தோடி விழுவது
சிறையுமல்ல சயன அறையுமல்ல

சிந்தனைக்குள் மறைத்த சவம்
சயனத்தையும் சமாதானத்தையும்
சடுதியில் துணைக்கழைக்க

சித்தமிழந்து
சிறகுமிழந்து
திகைத்த நொடியில்

திங்களின் தன்மையும்
கதிரவனின் ஒளியும்
தென்றலின் மென்மையும்
கடுங்காற்றின் வேகமும்
ஒற்றைப் பந்தில்
ஒன்றானது

அது உருண்டோடி
உளம் புகுந்து
உரைத்ததோர் உண்மை!

சிறைபட்டது சிந்தனையிலென!!
சிறகுகள் சீராக இருந்தும்
சீரழிந்த சிந்தனை மட்டுமே
சிறகடைத்து வானளக்கும்
சிந்தனையையும் வருத்தியதுமென!!

வாயடைக்க இதனினும் கொடிய
வாள் உளதோ

என்று ஓயும் இந்த சலனம்
என்று விரியும் இந்த சிறகு..

Seasons.

“Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.

Foamy Flakes,

Frost over Blue lakes.

Mittens and Flannels,

Icicles on window panels.

Thermos teemed with hot chocolate,

As winter glossed the nature’s slate.

 

Blush Blooms,

Dew over grass looms.

Kites and merry lights,

Bright moon nights.

Jars jammed with cherry marmalade,

As spring glossed the nature’s slate.

 

Scorching Sun,

Dandelions over green lawn.

Glow worms and fire flies,

Sun- kissed skies.

Bottles of sweet lemonades,

As summer glossed the nature’s slate.

 

Tanned Turf,

Leaf-strewn over soil base.

Red landscapes and cobwebs,

Gloom going with the ebbs.

Fluffs of cotton candy mates,

As autumn glossed the nature’s slate.

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The contrast of seasons stringed into harmony by a cute Glass-wearing-Cheshire-cat-grinning-little-nerdy doll named as Adhithya and called as Adhi with a ‘h’.. 😀

She writes so beautifully and she is indeed a very nice person to have a cool chit chat and would be a great friend.. Just make sure she reaches back earth after she reaches her cloud nine, so we all can have the warmth Adhithya’s (The name means Sun) sunshine..

Now go follow Adhi, drop few comments and enjoy this sunshine’s cute rays.. 🙂

The Observer!

And here I am,
Looking around and knowing;

Who loves their coffee,
Who drinks for thirst of it,
Who gulps it without tasting,
Who enjoys the company better
than their coffee,
Who ignores the coffee,
Coz they were lost
In the eyes of the company..

 

Yet,
I enjoy my coffee
In every sip,

Inhaling the aroma
deep enough
To fill every pore of my lungs,

Tasting the flavor
long enough
To indulge every taste bud,

Relishing the twirls
not so long enough
But just enough
To know every direction
The liquid flows
With every little stir,

Holding the cup
just in the way
To let the warmth
spread through the palm
And add warmth
To the heart,

Still the mind,
Eludes and wonders
At some rare times,
Who observes
This observer?

A drop of water!

Is this drop
From heaven or
From hell?

Is it based on
Where you start or on
Where you end…

Are you
A sign of life?
Coming from dew drops..

Are you
A sign of death?
Coming from the tears…

Are you
A sign of wound?
Coming from the pain of heart…

Are you
A sign of heal?
Coming from the Phoenix’s tears…

The Drop of Water!

Your travel
Just
Started?
On the way?
At the end?

Are you
Gonna evaporate
And disappear into thin air?

Are you
Gonna get absorbed
And lose yourself
Into a renewed seedling?

Are you
Gonna fall

On a shell,
And create
An exquisite pearl?

On a peacock,
And initiate
A mesmerizing dance?

On a stone,
And drained
In the cosmic silence?

On a photo,
To be the content
Of my verses?

Oh, dear drop…
It’s my capital error,
To think of you as tiny…

For you could also be
The proof of life
And source of life..

For we are nothing
Without you..
Physically,
Emotionally
And Creatively…

I bow before thee,
For thy omnipresence
And magnificence…

The Oxymorons!

No Bro, it is not about you.. Now be at peace and continue with my most favourite post’s translation.. This original post was published in Tamil very long ago and yet got its first like just yesterday.. Since I am too fond of this, I am giving it a makeover in English.. And if this post has put a smile on your face, do record it on comments and spread the cheer.. 🙂

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The Oxymorons!

There are some noises
Which defies the term noise..
The lapping of waves of the ocean
Does not disturb the serene silence..

There are some mistakes
Which looks poetic to our thoughts..
A toddler teaching the parent
Does become much more than a kid..

There are some silences
Which are deafening..
The silence in lovers’ tiff
Does belong to part of their conversation..

There are few poetic things
Which look utterly wrong..
The insults from a dear friend
Does never ever mean insults to either..

Are these due to
Wrong Words,
Wrong Meanings,
Or Wrong Interpretations?

These unanswerable questions
Are like the tides of the ocean,
They make us admire,
They become the content of poetry..

Yet,
The answers are never revealed,
Just as the tides never rest!

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 Transliteration

muRaiyum muraNnum

sila OsaigaLum
nisabthamaai kaetkum..

alai kadalin
iRaichal yenO
sapthanNGaLil saervathe illai..

sila kaatchi piZhaigaLum
kavithaiyaai thOndRum..
thaGappansaamiyaai maaRum
kuZhanthaiGal yenO
kuZhanthaiGalaai therivathe illai..

sila mounanGalum
pAeriraichalaai kaetkum..
Oodal paesidum
mounam yenO
mounathin inam saervathe illai..

sila kavithaiGalum
kaatchip piZhaiyaaga theriyum..
nAesamiGu natpin
kObam yenO
kObathil saervathe illai..

ivai chorkutRamaa?
porutkutRamaa?
alla
paarkum paarvaiyaaLanin kuttRamaa?

vidaitheriyaa
intha kaeLviGaL
aaZhiyin chella alaiGal pola..
rasikka vaikum..
kaviporuLaaga maaRum..

aanaal yenRume
vidaiyum therivathillai..
alaigaLum Oyvathillai..

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 முறையும் முரணும்

சில ஓசைகளும்
நிசப்தமாய் கேட்கும்..
அலை கடலின்
இறைச்சல் ஏனோ
சப்தங்களில் சேர்வதே இல்லை..

சில காட்சிப் பிழைகளும்
கவிதையாய் தோன்றும்..
தகப்பன்சாமியாய் மாறும்
குழந்தைகள் ஏனோ
குழந்தைகளாய் தெரிவதே இல்லை..

சில மௌனங்களும்
பேரிரைச்சலாய் கேட்கும்..
ஊடல் பேசிடும்
மௌனம் ஏனோ
மௌனத்தின் இனம் சேர்வதே இல்லை.

சில கவிதைகளும்
காட்சிப் பிழையாகத் தெரியும்..
நேசமிகு நட்பின்
கோபம் ஏனோ
கோபத்தில் சேர்வதே இல்லை..

இவை சொற்குற்றமா?
பொருட்குற்றமா?
அல்ல
பார்க்கும் பார்வையாளனின் குற்றமா?

விடைத்தெரியா
இந்த கேள்விகள்
ஆழியின் செல்ல அலைகள் போல..
இரசிக்க வைக்கும்..
கவிப் பொருளாக மாறும்..

ஆனால் என்றுமே
விடையும் தெரிவதில்லை..
அலைகளும் ஓய்வதில்லை..

The Secret Dreams!!

Oneday, I heard a song from the moon;
Everyday I sang them in bamboo groove!
The secrets of that music is fathomed by two souls;
Who had realised that those two had fathomed them?
Oh breeze, that glides weaving music;
Have you seen the daughter of music?

Is it the wish of the eyes, on what dreams to see?
Is it the wish of the poet, on what poems to write?
The abode of cuckoo is deduced from its music;
The blooming buds are known by its fragrance!
The cuckoo and the buds are wonders!
The dreams and the Poems are secrets!

A moon crossed me, leaving trails in my heart,
A rain drenched me, as music in my ears,
The hymn of ankelts, who is that angel?
She blooms in vision, who is that lotus?
This is a new kind of tinkiling;
Mesmerising is this wonder of music!

This is translation of a song (details in PS), that has me intrigued and wondering every time I hear it. I have listened to it n number of times and I still couldn’t place where to place my curiosity on. The music, the lyrics or the voice. Or is it the perfect combination of them?

Though the music and voice is just beyond my level of comprehension to interpret and analyse, I will just peek over the lyrics.

My interpratation is: The first stanza says that I met a girl, fell in love at first sight. I sing and cherish about her in the nature. The second stanza (My personal favorite of the three) states that she is partly wonder and partly secret, for she is the music of cuckoo, the blooming bud, the dream and the poem. Though anyone may know and get amazed at the wonder, she is just my secret to unfathom fully. The third stanza only connects the dots to mean that she is the flower, music and the daughter of music itself!

I am not so sure that this is the intended meaning of this song. This song is one of those wonders which lay just within the reach yet unreachable.

Now bring out the critic in you to dissect this better and reveal anymore secrets I have missed.

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Movie: Kannukkul Nilavu | Music: Ilaiyaraaja | Lyricist: Vairamuthu | Singer: Hariharan

Nilavu Paatu Nilavu Paatu Or Naal Ketaen
Moongil Kaatil Moongil Kaatil Naalum Padithaen
Antha Isaiyin Ragasiyam Iru Uyirukku Purinthathu
Iru Uyirukku Purinthathu Ingu Yaarukku Therinthathu
Isaiyil Kalanthu Mithakkum Thendralae
Isaiyin Makalai Paarthathillaiyo

Kanavukal Varuvathu Vizhikalin Viruppamaa
Kavithaikal Varuvathu Kavignanin Viruppamaa
Kuyilkalin Iruppidam Isaiyaal Ariyalaam
Malarnthidum Malarkalai Vaasanai Sollalaam
Kuyilkalum Malarkalum Athisayam
Kanavukal Kavithaikal Ragasiyam

Nilavøndru Nadanthathu Šuvadukal Manathilae
Mazhai Vanthu Nanaithathu Isai Ènnai Ševiyilae
Kølusukal Keerthanai Yaarantha Devathai
Vizhikalil Virihiraal Yaarantha Thaamarai
Ithu Oru Puthu Vitha Paravasam Mayakkuthu Isaiyennum Athisayam

 

சத்தியம் ~ The promise

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சத்தியம்

நம் வாழ்வில்
எத்தனையோ சத்தியத்தை
அனுதினமும் கடக்கின்றோம்..

அவற்றுள் பல
கடந்தும் கரைந்தும்
தொலைந்தேப் போகும்..

எனினும் சில
நிதமும் நினைவாக
நிகழ்ந்தே தொலையும்..

சத்தியத்தின்
சப்தம்
சன்னமான முனகலா?
சதிராட்டத்தின் துவக்கமா?

காலச்சக்கரம்
மட்டுமே
அறிந்த
இரகசியம்!

சத்தியத்தை
சத்தியமாக
செய்ததும் என்
விதியோ?

சதியின்
சத்திய வாக்காக
நிலைத்த வாக்கு..

நான் உன்னை
நீங்க மாட்டேன்..
நீங்கினால்
தூங்க மாட்டேன்..

உணர்வுகள்
மறித்து மறைந்தும்
உறக்கம்
மட்டும்
எட்டா கனவாய்
சத்தியத்தால்
சத்தியமாக
தொலைந்துப் போனது..

Translation:

The Promise

There are many promises
We come across
In our day-to-day life..

Most of them
Are forgotten or looked over
And eventually lost..

Yet, there are few,
That shapes our life
By being ever persistent
In the thoughts..

Is the sound
Of the promise
In the thoughts
A gentle groan?
A thunderous start?

That is a secret
Known only to Time!

Is it my fate or fault
To promise and
To keep the promise?

The fate itself
Seems to have promised
To keep that promise!

The Promise:
I won’t leave you!
If left,
I won’t fall asleep!

Though
The reason
For the promise
Faded and died
The Promise
Lives through
By stealing my sleep!!

 

PS: Thanks for reading through till this and it really matters to me. Now may I trouble you for a small favour? Please drop in a word in the comments on whether you would like a translation or not..

PPS: For the very dear people who read both the versions, kindly ignore the liberty I have taken in the translation as the intention remains the same..

My One True love

My most joyous moment is
When your hands play with my hair..

My most romantic moment is
When you encompass me within you..

My most cared moment is
When you gently caress me..

My most desperate moment is
When you aren’t around me anywhere..

Even my skin
Shed tears
For you

Even my heart
Beats incessantly
For you

You
The one who stood by me
Irrespective of ups and downs..

You
The one who always
Dried away my tears..

You
The one who made me feel alive
Even if I doubt and don’t think so..

You
The one who knew about
All my dark secrets n secret joys..

You
The one who never ever judged me
For my looks, likes or dislikes..

You
The one who is never beyond reach..

You
The reason of my existence..

You
The one I would die for..

You
The one called by many names..

You
Called as BREEZE by me
Is the reason I breathe..

You
Are my one and only
❤ True Forever love ❤

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The Leap in the Leap Year!!

A New Year in the calendar
Is also a New Year for the Ripples!!
It had been two years
Since the first ripple was created!

I look back and cherish that
I have more followers than my posts
The years here taught and reinstated that
The family will be there for me
Through the thick and thin..

I have gained lots from you
And I am here to share more!
The more being, A post a day!
Yes, this is the biggest leap
I could ever make in the blog.

For, what I have been so far was
At my own liberty on the posts,
Never on any schedule,
Not on any routine,
Unpredictable even to me.

Why the leap?
It is a leap year!
So Why not take a leap.. 😉
Life is throwing challenges
Unexpected and Uprooting
So, why not take
An expected and not-so-impossible
To achieve challenge?

The one thing that always
Cheers up anyone is
A kind word and a little recognition
Which is abundant and easy
From my awesome readers!

So I am looking forward,
To earn them,
To keep me sane,
From every other challenge
Life is gonna throw my way
In the coming year!

Happy Blogging!
Happier Living!!
Never forget to
Keep Smiling!!!

Time’s flowing!!

The time was flowing
Smooth and unrestrained,
Nothing could hitch the clock!
Yet it is now almost empty,
For it is being filled into the next!!

Time to turn upside down
Or to turn a new leaf
Or whatever suits you!

Yet it’s time to reset
Either for just a new day,
Or for a new month,
Or for a whole new year!!

The Clock is flowing!!

Let us bid adieu to 2015
Along with hatred and evil..
Let the bygones be bygones!
Let the lessons alone shall prevail!!
Let the future bring in cheer and
Let the hearts be filled with content!!

My World Beneath

My World beneath

The multitude of stones
Represent the hurdles of life..
I stepped ON it,
And hence
I conquered my path
Beneath my feet..

Windows Imprisoned!

Here’s another week with a Monday and one little post to make it less mundane by giving new angle to routine things..

We look for Windows,
To look beyond
The temporary prison
Of four walls
Within the concrete jungle
Or the prison
Of Bits and bytes
Within few inches..

Here’s a look,
At the Windows
From the freedom
Of open space and
With no boundaries,
Captured and hanged
Within the prison
Of a Photograph!

Who Am I?

I was the leaf,
The sign of new life..

Happy to belong
To a tree..
Thinking that,
Belonging is my destiny..

I was the last leaf*,
Giving hope to a dying soul..
Just by being myself,
And yet saving a life..

A storm blew,
The tree dint bend..
So it broke..
And couldn’t hold on
To this tiny leaf..

Now,
I’m a leaf,
Drifting in water..
Trusting the water,
To take me somewhere..

Hoping with faith,
That somewhere is
A good destination
And it might even be
A good foundation..

But am I drifting
Down a stream?
To a garden
Where I could
Bloom again?

Or am I swirling
Within a whirlpool?
Into the vortex
To be shattered
And torn to pieces?

Am I going to be
Picked up,
Adored
Treasured and
Preserved
For years to come?

Am I going to be
The life support
Of another drifter
A tiny ant
And help it
Reach shore safe?

Time answers all questions..
But the question is,
Will I be there
To hear the answer?

Dear time,
Who are you gonna answer?
When are you gonna answer?
And most of all
Would you eventually answer?

*The last leaf of O.Henry

Building of dreams…

You guys have to bear this little monologue, before you could step into the post..

This is my first submission for Jithin’s Mundane Monday Challenge..

For those of you, wondering, what is this in the picture, it’s where moulded clay are burnt to bricks..

Which is a very common sight, if you travel through certain parts of Tamilnadu..

The cry of clay

I hope you too found the sad face..

The splatter of that paint is also a very common sight, yet what makes it interesting is the formation of the sad face..

A fragment of those thousand words spilled in colors, are captured in few words too..

Building of dreams

I know that,

The fire within
Is gonna
Scorch
Burn
Harden
Decolor
Distort
And torture me,
For days,
Till I yield to it..

The pain
Is not
Simple
To endure..

Yet,

For me
To grow and glow
I must endure pain..

I also know that,

The images
We form
As a kid
Are the hardest
To be replaced..  

Hence, I accept,

All this pain,
The endurance
The perseverance
As part of me
And my younger days…

So,
One day,
I could be
In the dream house
Of another child..

Yet,
I weep for
The pain..
Of
Not yet reaching
My destiny…

— The words of the to-be-brick clay

Poetic child ~ கவிக்குழந்தை

என் தாய் மொழியில் நான் ஈன்ற முதல் மகவு, ஆங்கிலத்தில் நடை பழகும் அழகிது…
Here’s the beauty of my first child in my mother tongue.. 🙂

Though there might be plenty of works by one who writes,
Few gets appreciated by everyone else and
Very few hold a special place in the hearts of the writer, like a mother feels extra special about her first child..

This is the  first article, I felt special about..
This one is the last click of the key for me, accepting myself as a writer..

I have been postponing the translation as in forever, for I couldn’t imagine the verse in any other form than its original tamizh version..
Even the transliteration was not as joyful as seeing them in tamizh..

Still, this translation, is my compromise to let my work reach far and beyond..

Hope you enjoy at least half of how much I enjoy this work..

Do let me know your comments without fail…

The child of a poet / Poetic child

A poetry conceived
In the heart of a poet
With an indefinite
Gestation period
Is indeed the child of the poet..

It ventures into the world
Tearing the placenta..

The poetry as a child is
Conceived in the womb and
Grown in the thoughts..
Over time,
It grows,
Nourishes and
Transforms..

Yet,
As a born child
Could never get back
Into the mother’s womb..

The written verse,
Could never creep back
Into the thoughts
Of the writer..

The full stop,
At the end of the poetry,
Is the same, as that of
Severing the umbilical cord..
Severing the last contact
Of the poet and poetry..

Yet,
The relationship of
A mother and the child
Has no severance
And it’s eternal..

The poet’s contentment,
Of drafting the poem
Is far exceeded,
Only on the appreciation
From the learned audience..

  – Aadhirai

A Single drop of water

This post has been written for Prompt of the Month; a feature of Writer’s Ezine

When I saw this prompt, the first thing that popped in my mind is this old post of mine.

Here is the post again with few minor tweaks..

A ripple is a set of reactions to a thing..
It might be a drop in a serene still pond..
It might be the leap of frog within the pond to the shore..

Let us assume this to be a single drop of water…

What is this drop of water?
What could all be this single drop of water?

It might be the source of life for an exquisite pearl…
Or it might be the last drop of tear from a parting soul…

It might be the excess condensation of a cool glass…
It might be the sweat formed of the scorching sun…

It might be the life breath for a bee..
It might be the drowning drain for an ant…

It might be the life-giver…
It might be the life taker…

Nothing is good and as well nothing is bad..

It’s not about the drop of water… It is all about the place where it drops..

When a drop of rain falls on the feathers of the Peacock,
     I witness the beautiful dance of the peacock, 
When a drop of rain falls in the layers of rock,
     I witness the mere silence of the rock..

Beauty lies not in the object,
But in the eyes of the beholder…

If you could find the beauty around you,
Be proud that you have a beautiful heart..

Keep spreading the joy and cheer always.. 🙂

ஆதிரை ~ Aadhirai

Past, Present, Future..

I’ve completed a complete year with my blog..

So I could say this as my birthday in the virtual world..

I’ve started this as something different,
But it led me to much more..