Nature’s poetry!
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I’ve been pondering what to write for the first post of #MyFriendAlexa In other words, picking the right bait to keep my new visitors hooked up with my words and/or posts.
Just when a beautiful idea started forming in the back of my mind… (Translation – Am staring out the window and postponing every other task I’ve to complete and call it thinking for my next awesome post) the climate itself took pity on me, or rather protected you all from another post of my ramblings…
The melancholic climate turned into a feisty downpour! I’ve heard from many sources that rain is sort of a gloomy mood. But when I’m traveling in National Highway, with my dear one(s), listening to my favorite tunes, a downpour is more uplifting than anything for me!
The road looks blacker, the greens around are greener, the surrounding looks fresh and free of dirt.. The dirt is sort of permanent fixture on these roads, so even the familiar road looks fresh. And the look is enhanced by the filter created by the tiny droplets on the window pane…
As I was thus enjoying the travel, with a big smile on my face, I saw few kids going back from school, with a heavy backpack and drenched completely.
I felt sorry for them, till I crossed them and saw the bright glee on their face. There was not even a tiny bit of worry nor any other thoughts troubling their happy minds. I felt like the girl looking at the sparrow and wishing warmth with clothes, when it was already warm with its own wings!
In those happy smiles, I realised that happiness is not a by product or result of something else. It is being happy for the mere sake of being happy!
The rain has stopped now, the climate has changed, the tunes changed, but not my happiness… Like the leaves drizzling long after the rain stopped, my smile still lingers on, without any cause, yet spreading cheer!
Hmmm.. So what makes you smilewithout a care in the world?
For the First time in Forever..
We were living in a concrete jungle, popularly known as apartments. There were many kids to hang out with and the terrace is always under lock due to us. They said it’s for our safety. One day, one of the wooden door bucked under climatic influences. And that’s when a new horizon opened to us, literally.
We, the gang, were school going kids, in a generation, when the kids aren’t actually burdened with too much of schoolwork and parents let their kids play along with others. It was those golden days, when we would play till we are drenched in sweat, our tummies ache with laughter, air is filled with happiness, our cheerfulness an inherent identity of the neighbourhood.
Though we have played our hearts out on the ground, the information that the door was cracked open, invited to explore us more. And the opening was good enough for us, the kids to get in, but very hard for grownups to follow us in there. And of course, it became our secret spot for playing.
We were playing there and it was on one of those days that we happened to stop our games, just to enjoy a moment around us, when the sky was painted with the myriad of colors of the sunset. So far, sunset only meant that it was time to end or games and return home. Now it was a whole different thing.
We started noticing it when the Sun takes a glorious shade of light yellow, bordering orange and we stood near the outer wall and silently watched as it turned into all those shades before it buried itself into the outlines of what lied ahead. And we continued to watch in silence, till the sky has lost its lighter color and started to darken. It was a wonderful moment and all of us fell for it. And we kept returning to the terrace simply for that moment.
Like all good times, it too came to an end, when one day one of our parent started searching for us and with all the usual ruckus around getting caught, we were forbidden to the terrace and the view of sunset wasn’t the same when watched from ground of a concrete jungle.
But I am smitten forever with sunsets and the golden hour forever. And I still watch the sunsets with the same curiosity and wonder we had then..(and at times I get stared at for being so curious over sunset 
)
Do you remember the first time you stood memserised by the magical colors of that golden hour?
The merger!
Water, one of the dearest subject for Ripples and for me. Here is another dimension to water.
The water, in most forms, is rarely considered as the final stage and rather used as example to seeking the destiny in next stage. Like a river attaining destiny while reaching the sea, a drop attaining destiny by becoming a pearl, the drop on lotus leaf and so on..
The crust of earth is basically split into two, surface covered by water and land.
Just like the water being omnipresent in many ways, the land / soil could be represented in many many ways. Rocks, boulders, mountains, sand, soil and so on.
When water meets many of those, the water retains its nature as water, just as the other component retains its own nature. Or the reaction happens to one of them while the other remains the same.
Whereas when water meets a certain kind of soil, the water and soil bonds together and becomes mud, where the water attains the color of soil and the soil becomes almost liquid, losing its dry and solid state.
Thus, merged the heart of two, in love, inseparable and into one, by losing itself. And together they could be created into new formations, which isn’t possible to be attained by either water or soil independently.
This is the example given by an anonymous poet to describe love at first sight. And the richness of the thought paved way to name the poet after this example.
யாயும் ஞாயும் யாரா கியரோ,
எந்தையும் நுந்தையும் எம்முறைக் கேளிர்,
யானும் நீயும் எவ்வழி யறிதும்,
செம்புலப் பெயனீர் போல,
அன்புடை நெஞ்சம் தாங்கலந் தனவே.
-செம்புலப் பெயனீரார்.
What is my mother to yours?
How is my father relatednto yours? Although you and I knew not
each other in any way,
just as red earth and pouring rain:
the love-filled hearts merged.
(Kuruntokai – 40)
[https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuṟuntokai]
The torch!
Your smile!
அணிந்த பொன் நகையின் அழகு தோற்றது..
நீ அணிவித்த புன்னகையின் முன்னே..
The beauty of jewels were a shade dull,
Compared to the smile you made me adore..
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..
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! 🙂
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?!
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!
Waiting for you!
As the sun rushes to kiss the horizon,
The sky blushes and turns red..
He kisses her everyday..
She blushes at every kiss..
This is the oldest, yet youngest love
And a truly forever kind of love..
I’m here on this rooftop waiting,
For my kiss, blush and love..
Is that you over the horizon?
Oh yes! And here I come, my love!!
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.. 😉
Revelation!
And in a puff
The dark clouds parted,
To reveal
A beautiful silver lining!
What would you add to the phrase “and in a puff“?
The sweetest melody!
குறள் 66
குழலினி தியாழினி தென்பதம் மக்கள்
மழலைச்சொல் கேளா தவர் (66)
Kuzhal Inidhu Yaazhinidhu Enpadham Makkal
Mazhalaichchol Kelaa Thavar
‘The pipe is sweet,’ ‘the lute is sweet,’ by them’t will be averred,
Who music of their infants’ lisping lips have never heard [Couplet 66]
The innocence of kids is such a beauty.
The sweetest of the music is indeed the voice of their own kids, as mentioned in the above couplet.
But the voice of other kids is no less..
I have the fortune of being the favorite person for a cute little kid. In a conversation with his mother, I said, how long is he going to be this affectionate, it would eventually fade and when he grows up, he might not even remember me this well..
The reaction of the kid was priceless as he literally closed his eyes in a peculiar way and turned away with anger.
When I felt sorry and said sorry to him, he replied in a sweet way. It’s okay for you to say this once, but never again repeat it!
I was speechless with the sincerity and innocent beauty of it. And here it is recorded for eons to come and I selfishly wish that we stay so for that long.. 😉
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..
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.
Note: The song which was translated last week is available over here.
Earning the Trust!
The crow here is indeed a normal one, except for one little thing.
The Powerful Crow!
Yesterday, I was sleeping in the afternoon after a good meal and I was woken up by this crow. Yeah, you read that right. It was calling or actually screaming at the top of its voice, till I went to look what happened. As soon as I appeared before it, the tone of calls changed but still it was calling out. That’s when I realised that my mother has forgotten to keep food for it in the usual place today.
On the Hunt
So I went in and brought a little leftover food for it and was waiting for what it would do then. It went and tasted it. Then it came back near the house and started calling out again. Now I bought some freshly cooked food and kept in its place. The crow clearly did not trust me and we both had a staring competition for awhile. I felt sorry, more than bothering to win the staring match. So I placed a little food where it was sitting. It took a cautious bite of the food and only then it went back to have the food from the usual place.
The Contemplating Crow!
It had it’s tummy full of food (I assumed so) as it flew off silently even without a glance or thanks 😉 at me. Of course, ignore the fact that I never said thanks to it for posing to me or extend any courtesy for not yet suing me for stealthily capturing its private moments of contemplation. It would be back tomorrow and I hope it remembers me.. 😛
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Seasons.
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.
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.. 🙂
Patterns called Kolam!
This week Jithin had posted a pattern with colours behind the pattern and this made me pull out a snap of mine of the pattern with colours in it.
For those who are not aware of kolam / Rangoli. The Kolam is a very common sighting in the South Indian streets. Every house entrance is decorated with the kolam every morning and evening (in most places). The kolam is made using rice flour, hence considered to be offering food for ants and tiny insects, as well as good exercise for women in the morning. But with time, this tradition too underwent changes. The changes include interchanging the rice flour to chalk powder and preparing the kolam on the night before. Though this is creeping into many places, it is still practiced in the traditional way at many places. Kolam is always an important part of our celebrations and they are more specially made and decorated on festive time.
This picture is from my home during this season of Pongal. Pongal is our Thanksgiving day to the Sun, nature and living creatures (bullocks, cows..) involved in the process of agriculture. That is too big story to fill in a post, so I suggest that you ask up Google Lord to quench your further curiosity.. 😉
Colourful Pattern aka Rangoli aka Kolam
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Teeny Weeny Dreams!
Teeny weeny dreams, Fluttering dreams;
Precious little dreams, Knotted* dreams;
To touch and kiss the moon;
For earth to spin around me!
To bloom as a Jasmine;
To garland the breeze;
To touch every single cloud;
To forget every single sorrow;
To tie up the world in my locks;
To play in the mud, while sowing the seeds;
To catch fish and let it swim back in the river;
To wrap the rainbow as my dress;
To sleep within a dew drop fortress;
To adorn Saree^ in the near future!
*Knotted – It is an old custom to tie a knot to the end of saree, as a self-reminder.
^Adorn Saree – It signifies the desire to get married, as saree is usually worn only since the girl gets married.
Since you are still lingering here, I know you have enjoyed the lyrics so far and it is time for me to reveal that this is just my translation of one of my favourite song, which has too many accolades.
Here is the video of this song and the visualisation is pleasant and enhancing the words. Did I not tell you yet, that this is one of the earlier most applauded and recognised work of the Oscar winner ARRahman? Now enjoy the visual treat, before you go further to read more of my ramble..
This song is around for almost 20+ years now. Yet one of the most liked and hummed song even today by people of all ages.. This song seems to bring out the memories of the younger and carefree days for every grown up and dreams of what life would be as an adult for every kid.. The reality is both are just
The reality is both are just dreams.. While very few get to still dream even more..But this temporary transportation to a heavenly dreamland adds a little more cheer to the day than it is and little more
But this temporary transportation to a heavenly dreamland adds a little more cheer to the day than it is and little more inches to that smile on your lips..
Dream big and dream often.. Get blown away by that dream into heavens..
Come back earth to share the joy and spread the love..
Keep Smiling and Be happy! 🙂
Note: The Tamil lyrics are available here.
The Study
Studying is boring and Mundane!
But learning a bit more is never boring!!
Threads and Knots
Threads and Knots
The criss cross
Is enjoyed
Every single time,
When they are
Threads on fabric..
And add beauty
To the Mundane!!
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
Ripples 