United in love!

Today, 30th September, is World Translation Day.

I believe that, this is one poetry which deserves to be appreciated for years to come by many. And this is a sample of the wealth of knowledge and humility of the poet, who had such a brilliant idea, but not the desire to publicise his name.

There are two major elements that comprises the crust of earth. Water and Land.

The element of water is widely considered the flowing element and represents change, travel, search for destiny etc.

Whereas the element of land represents the stability, patience, finality or even a finite object.

The element of water exists in many forms such as ocean, river, falls, stream, lake, rain and so on.

And the land exists as soil, mud, sand, stone, rock, mountain and so on. The larger it is, the flexibility is reduced, while smaller the particle, it’s unusable for modified purpose. They can be used as is or with minor changes.

Usage of water is as wide as it’s form. And each usage relies upon few or just one form. For e.g., ocean is good for transporting through ships but useless for drinking directly. Also, existence of each form is restricted by the area of it’s existence. A falls can’t exist in plain and not ocean on top of mountain.

Another interesting feature is most of the water forms exist above land, though source of water is below land, apart from rain.

It’s born out of land, nurtures land, floods land, and consumes two third of earth’s crust.

Seems neither exist without the other. And also one overpowers the other at each stage.

But do they ever be at par?

Yes, when the land is mud/red soil and water is rain. They both lose themselves and they adorn a new form, of mud, which is neither liquid not solid.

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. 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 related to 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]

A single line that has such a depth of meaning. This keeps amazing people for generations and still going to live for long.

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Rambling on love

The magical feeling which is the topic of discussion for ages bygone and ages to come, never gets old. I was wondering why was that, just like every one musing about love.

I think, it’s because, that’s something special, obviously.

For those who aren’t made aware of the sweet nectar, in full, but just given a fleeting glimpse, that’s the ultimate target. To which all of their routes are diverted.

For those who are in the heavenly bliss, they are so full of the happiness and doesn’t have the slightest inclination to get out of it, to help others on their route, nor explain it in words. For that bliss is of such addictive nature without any reprieve. And also, for the very reason, it couldn’t be constrained to meagre words. That’s beyond any compare and can only be enjoyed by oneself.

If someone bothers to explain or guide through anyone else, either they haven’t experienced it in full and are showing off in vain, to make others believe the better of them. Or else, some twisted fate has pushed them out of the heaven, to only linger the joy and not continue to experience it.

And those are the ones who tell tales, throwing a glimpse of heaven to the newbies and those are the ones who extend the life of their lives through the memories of their tales.

And in every way, the love and love alone remains as the constant, which stands witness to the trials and triumphs of all!

After all the regression, I realise that I’m in that heaven and hence I couldn’t put myself to be constrained within few words. Hence, couldn’t write about lamenting nor anything else.

Thus, you are here, reading another post of mine, searching for something, which might not be present here. But if it did, do drop a word and let me know, whether you could make heads or tails of this post!

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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!!

A dear friend asked me to make a video about books. When I asked that the topic was too vague, I was given the liberty to take it up as I wish..

And here’s that video for you all to view and comment upon it and upon anything else you would like to say to me..

So what’s your relationship with books and what’s your current favorite read?

Books and me!

Nights on terrace

One of the happiest memory of childhood is the time spent on terrace after dinner. Sometimes even for dinner!

And those night outs require some prep work done by evening. We have to splatter water so that it is not so hot for relaxing later on. This is one of the favorite chore on the summer vacation. As we get to play with water, while we also get some work done.

Regressing, I wonder how our well was up to its maximum capacity even during summer and the idea of water scarcity was not even so remote in the ideas. Also, the water comes from well, that is self replenishing, whereas the water waste from bath and kitchen goes to water the plants and trees of the garden.

Still, I think I might not be watering the terrace just for cooling effect, while the water is becoming much more precious day to day..

Anyway, twenty years back, that’s the only source for cooling as air conditioners are not so common and also the electricity can’t be trusted at all times for fans.

I’m moving away from the main idea. Getting back to it…

Those night time gatherings are so great memories, for that’s the time the entire family gathered together and shared much more than stories. That’s where the creativity is kindled with riddles. That’s where the knowledge is passed on through generations. That’s where we counted stars and believed we could finish it some day. That’s where we learnt stories of our parents as kids and it was always a pleasure to see the parents be kiddish, which makes them more likable even if they reprimand us for our pranks.

So that’s where life was at is jest, happiness breezed along, cheerfulness lingering like the distant train’s passing, and smiles were abundant, while making the childhood best of times!

Publishing Jimpify’s Second book : Through the Mist

Through the Mist

We at Jimpify Publishing, are very happy and proud to announce the publishing of our second book, ‘Through the Mist’.

1st of September 2017, we are publishing our first collaborative fiction and our second book, Through the Mist.

It has been a wonderful and exciting journey working with all the talented writers, right from the writing of the book till its publication.

About the Collaboration

‘Through the Mist’ is a collaborative book and an innovative venture to break a common belief and to validate an old saying.

It is a common belief that a story can be spun from only one pen. But ‘Through the Mist’ is a bouquet of stories from a bunch of authors.

The book validates that ‘A picture is worth a thousand words’ because a single photograph is the only common link to all the stories of this book.

Yes, a picture is worth a book!

‘Through the Mist’ is a collaborative fiction book that has brought together five writers from diverse backgrounds. The starting point of the stories is a picture, that has been interpreted by each of the writers differently so that the stories touch many genres and have varied characters.

What is the book About?

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The ultimate love verse!

A #Mahakavi song describing the love of a mother to her child, soulfully rendered by #BombayJayashree

 

Poet: Subramanya Bharathi
Singer: Bombay Jayashree
Movie: Kuttram kadithal
Singers: Rakesh Raghunanthan, Yazhini
Music director: Shankar Rengarajan

சின்னஞ்சிறு கிளியே கண்ணம்மா! செல்வக் களஞ்சியமே!
என்னைக் கலி தீர்த்தே உலகில் ஏற்றம் புரிய வந்தாய்!

chinnanjiRu kiLiyae kaNNammaa! selvak kaLanjiyamae!
ennaik kali theerthae ulagil aetRam puriya vandhaai!

Oh juvenile parrot, my Kannamma! You are the bountiful repository of all the wealth!
You brought me immense happiness and prosperity, you came to elevate my stature in this world!

பிள்ளைக் கனியமுதே! கண்ணம்மா! பேசும் பொற் சித்திரமே!
அள்ளி அணைத்திடவே என் முன்னே ஆடி வரும் தேனே!

piLLaik kaniyamudhae! kaNNammaa! paesum poR sithiramae!
aLLi aNaithidavae en munnae aadi varum thaenae!

You are a sweet child (comparing it to the nectar from a tender fruit), Oh Kannama! You are a golden painting that can talk!
You come dancing unto me so that I would pick and embrace you! Oh Honey!

ஓடி வருகையிலே கண்ணம்மா உள்ளம் குளிருதடி!
ஆடித் திரிதல் கண்டால் உன்னைப் போய் ஆவி தழுவுதடி!

oadi varugaiyilae kaNNammaa uLLam kuLirudhadi!
aadith thiridhal kaNdaal unnaip poai aavi thazhuvudhadi!

When you come running towards me! Oh Kannamma! My heart feels ecstatic  and appeased!
When I see you playfully wandering, my soul comes to hug you!

உச்சிதனை முகர்ந்தால் கருவம் ஓங்கி வளருதடி!
மெச்சி உனை ஊரார் புகழ்ந்தால் மேனி சிலிர்க்குதடி!

uchchidhanai mugarndhaal karuvam oangi vaLarudhadi!
mechchi unai ooraar pugazhndhaal maeni silirkkudhadi!

When I plant a kiss onto your forehead, my pride grows!
When the society applauds and appreciated you, my body is thrilled!

கன்னத்தில் முத்தமிட்டால் உள்ளந்தான் கள்வெறி கொள்ளுதடி!
உன்னைத் தழுவிடலோ கண்ணம்மா உன்மத்தம் ஆகுதடி!

kannathil muthamittaal uLLandhaan kaLveRi koLLudhadi!
unnaith thazhuvidaloa kaNNammaa unmatham aagudhadi!

When I kiss your cheeks, my inner self feels emotionally high (same as that from drinking alcohol) with joy
When I hug you, Oh Kannama! I feel elated!

உன் கண்ணில் நீர் வழிந்தால் என் நெஞ்சில் உதிரம் கொட்டுதடி!
என் கண்ணின் பாவையன்றோ? கண்ணம்மா! என்னுயிர் நின்னதன்றோ!

un kaNNil neer vazhindhaal en nenjil udhiram kottudhadi!
en kaNNin paavaiyandRoa? kaNNammaa! ennuyir ninnadhandRoa!

When I see tears trickling down your eyes, blood pours out of my heart,
you are the apple of my eyes, Oh Kannamma! isn’t my soul (life) yours!

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!

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]

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..

Are you?

Are we the two eyes
that are next to each other
forever and yet
unknown to each other?

Has the veil on the mirror removed?
Just so that the eyes could see each other?

Changes..

Age old habits could die,
In the fraction of second,
If the new habit is
Even more addictive,
As well as close to heart!

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!

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!

Simplicity!

A tiny flame is enough
to ignite a whole forest..
A simple gesture is enough
to give hope to a waiting heart..

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!

Love thy Enemy!

Courage is not just standing against the evil. The true courage comes when you are able to wish for the blessing to the enemy! Here is what the brave poet speaks to his heart. He explains why to love thine enemy. For the lack of love / compassion to the enemy  will only lead to the downfall of self. And he also says that as the shell hoards the beautiful pearl, there would be good in everyone. Find the pearl in every plain shell so life is filled with love, goodness and betterment.

I am not sure whether I have insane courage or whether I am plain stupid. For I have added my translation to one of my most favourite verses of my favourite poet Bharathi. Though I have translated his works for ages, the reason for this new-found embarrassment is this song has been translated by himself. And the contrast is just too plain and clear. So please excuse my lack of expertise.

பகைவனுக் கருள்வாய் -- நன்னெஞ்சே
பகைவனுக் கருள்வாய்.

Love thy enemy – Oh Good Heart!
Love thy enemy!

புகை நடுவினில் தீயிருப்பதைப்
பூமியிற் கண்டோ மே-நன்னெஞ்சே!
பூமியிற் கண்டோ மே.

We saw in the world that fire
resides inside the smoke – Oh Good Heart!
We saw in the world.

பகை நடுவினில் அன்புரு வானநம்
பரமன் வாழ்கின்றான் -நன்னெஞ்சே!
பரமன் வாழ்கின்றான்.

The Paraman lives on, as the form of love
Amidst the enmity – Oh Good Heart!
The Paraman lives on.

சிப்பியிலே நல்ல முத்து விளைந்திடுஞ்
செய்தி யறியாயோ?-நன்னெஞ்சே!
குப்பையிலே மலர் கொஞ்சுங் குருக்கத்திக்
கொடி வளராதோ?-நன்னெஞ்சே!

Don’t you know the fact that a good pearl
Grows within the shell? – Oh Good Heart!
Will not the creeper lily (Hiptage benghalensis), bearing the adorable flowers
Grow over garbage? – Oh Good Heart!

உள்ள நிறைவிலொர் கள்ளம் புகுந்திடில்
உள்ளம் நிறைவாமோ,-நன்னெஞ்சே!
தெள்ளிய தேனிலொர் சிறிது நஞ்சையும்
சேர்த்தபின் தேனோமோ?நன்னெஞ்சே!

When a guilt thought creeps in a content heart,
Will the heart be content anymore? – Oh GoodHeart!
After adding a drop of poison to pure honey,
Will the honey still be just honey? – Oh Good Heart!

வாழ்வை நினைத்தபின் தாழ்வை நினைப்பது
வாழ்வுக்கு நேராமோ?-நன்னெஞ்சே!
தாழ்வு பிறர்க்கெண்ணத் தானழிவா னென்ற
சாத்திரங் கேளாயோ?-நன்னெஞ்சே!

Thinking of the downfalls of life after thinking of the goodness of life,
Is that right to the life? – Oh Good Heart!
Haven’t you heard of the gospel that those who seek the downfall
of others, fall themselves as prey? – Oh Good Heart!

போருக்கு வந்தங் கெதிர்த்த கவுரவர்
போலவந் தானுமவன்-நன்னெஞ்சே!
நேருக் கருச்சுனன் தேரிற் கசைகொண்டு
நின்றதுங் கண்ணனன்றோ?-நன்னெஞ்சே!

Even when those who came against and for war
are the Gauravs – Oh Good Heart,
Isn’t it the Kannan who stood as the charioteer
with the whip for Archunan? – Oh Good Heart!

தின்ன வரும்புலி தன்னையும் அன்பொடு
சிந்தையிற் போற்றிடுவாய்-நன்னெஞ்சே!
அன்னை பராசக்தி யவ்வுரு வாயினள்
அவளைக் கும்பிடுவாய்-நன்னெஞ்சே!

Praise in the heart with love, even the Tiger
That comes to eat – Oh Good Heart!
Mother Parasakthi is indeed the form of love,
Worship her – Oh Good Heart!

The following is the translation done by Bharathiyaar himself and was published on September 22, 1915.

Love thine enemy, heart of mine, Oh!
Love thine enemy.

Hast thou not seen the shining flame
Amidst the darkening smoke?
In foeman’s soul lives Krishna, whom
As Love the wise invoke.

Oft we’ve preached to men that God
In all that is doth shine.
Why, then, my heart, ‘tis God that stands
Arrayed as foeman’s line.

Does know that limpid pearls are found
Within the oysters vile?
Hast seen on dunghill, too, sometimes
The starry blossom smile?

The heart that guards a wound, shall it
The Inner Peace possess?
The honey poison-mixed, shall it
Be wholesome ne’ertheless?

Shall we who strive for Life and Growth,
Lend thought to Sad Decay?
“Thine evil thoughts recoil on thee’,
So do the wise ones say.

When Arjun fought, twas Krishna whom
He faced, disguised as foes;
‘Twas Krishna, too, that drove his car
In charioteering pose.

Strike down the tiger threat’ning thee,
But love it, straight and true;
The Mother of All hath donned that garb,
Salute Her, ay there, too.

Love thine enemy, heart of mine, Oh!
Love thine enemy.

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..

I like You!

He: I like you!
Me: WHAT? That is creepy!
We: Just met strangers and the stranger has no prospect of staying on even as an acquaintance.

He: I like you!
Me: Hmm.. Okay..
We: New acquaintance who has not revealed anything creepy so far, yet without having any prospect of anything more than acquaintance.

He: I like you!
Me:😀 Yeah I too kinda like you..
We: Some new friend who has recently got promoted to friend zone.

He: I like you!
Me: Oh really?! I couldn’t have guessed it ever, even with a whole page of notifications of likes and comments of posts from more than year old posts..😛
We: He really likes me and I don’t hate him, yet..😉

He: I like you!
Me: He he he.. Me too dear..😀
We: A good friend where we both like each other platonically.

He: I like you!
Me: [Does a double flip on cloud nine and replies] “Thanks!” with or without a blushing smiley
We: Oh yeah, that’s from crush.

He: I like you!
Me: Shut up dumbo! And just tell where to dig the hole to bury the corpse!
We: That is indeed my partner in crime and shine.

He: I like you!
Me: Is it?! You know it’s the first time you said it? So what should I talk about, to dad for you?!
We: Right guess, that’s my younger sibling!

He: I like you!
Me: (in a panic) What?! Just like? What happened darling? Don’t say ‘we need to talk‘ too!
We: That’s not something I want to hear from my love..😉 I would rather have ‘I love you bit less today’..😛

He: I like you!
Me: OMG!!!! You at last found out that you LIKE me huh? After putting up with me for decades and being part of all my fun moments and also part of the ruin party of all my over-the-top joys?! Btw, I just hate you sweety for just liking me..😛
We: That’s my bestie!!😀


This is one of my favourite post from the past.. Just wanted to get a tiny boost to the stats of this post.. 😛 And of course, I like you too.. 😉 😛 Now let me know your reaction to my ‘I like you‘ to you.. 😉

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!

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!

Why is it new today?!

So wonderfully depicts the feelings of a person who falls in love for the first time, everything seems awesome then ! dedicated to all the wonderful people who are in love, for those who will get there soon and for those who lost it somewhere and long for it…

Movie: Pudhiya Mugam
Poet: Vairamuthu
Music Director: A.R.Rahman
Singer: Sujatha
Song Sequence: (1)-(2)-(1)-(2)-(3)-(4)-(1)-(2)-(1)-(5)-(1)-(2)-(1)-(2)

(1)நேற்று இல்லாத மாற்றம் என்னது
காற்று என் காதில் ஏதோ சொன்னது
(2)இதுதான் காதல் என்பதா
இளமை பொங்கி விட்டதா
இதயம் சிந்தி விட்டதா
சொல் மனமே 

Netru illadha maatram ennadhu?
kaatru en kaadhil edho sonnadhu,
idhu dhaan kaadhal enbadha?
ilamai pongivittadha?
idhayam sindhivittadha?
sol maname,

what is the change that I feel today, that wasn’t there yesterday?
the breeze came-by my ears and whispered something,
is this feeling called “love”?
is it because my youthfulness has broken its bounds and started to overflow? (extreme exuberance)
or is it that my heart is filled with excess emotions (which is spilling out) ?
tell me ! oh my heart!

(3)கடவுள் இல்லை என்றேன் 
தாயை காணும் வரை
கனவு இல்லை என்றேன் 
ஆசை தோன்றும் வரை
காதல் பொய் என்று சொன்னேன் 
உன்னை காணும் வரை

kadavul illai endren,
thaayai kannum varai,
kanavu illai endren,
aasai thondrum varai,
kaadhal poi endru sonnen,
unnai kannum varai,

I did not believe in God,
until I saw my Mother,
I did not believe in dreams,
until I experienced desires,
I believed that “love” was a lie,
until I saw you,

(4)கவிதை வரியின் சுவை 
அர்த்தம் புரியும் வரை
கங்கை நீரின் சுவை 
கடலில் சேரும் வரை
காதல் சுவை ஒன்றுதானே 
காற்று வீடும் வரை

kavithai variyin suvai,
artham puriyum varai,
gangai neerin suvai,
kadalil serum varai,
kaadhal suvai ondru dhaane,
kaatru veesum varai,

the sweetness (charm) in the verses of a poem,
is as much as you understand of it, (the beauty of a poem is as much as you understood, i.e only if you fully understand (the hidden meaning in) a poem can you truly appreciate its beauty)
the sweetness in the water of Ganges,
is only until it mingles with the sea, (all these sweetnesses are either bound by time or the person)
it is only the sweetness in “love”
that is forever; as long as the breeze flows ,

(5)வானம் இல்லாமலே பூமி உண்டாகலாம்
வார்த்தை இல்லாமலே பாஷை உண்டாகலாம்
காதல் இல்லாமல் போனால் வாழ்க்கை உண்டாகுமா
வாசம் இல்லாமலே வண்ண பூ பூக்கலாம்
வாசம் இல்லாமலே காற்று வந்தாடலாம்
நேசம் இல்லாத வாழ்வில் பாசம் உண்டாகுமா

vaanam illamale bhoomi undaagalaam,
varthai ilaamale baashai undaagalaam,
kadhal ilamal ponal vazhkai undaaguma?
vaasam illamale vanna poo pookalam,
vaasal ilamale kaatru vandhaadalaam,
nesam ilaatha vazhvil paasam undaaguma?

Earth can form without the sky,
even a language can form without words,
but without “love”, could life have ever come into being?
even without fragrance, colorful flowers can bloom,
even without having a doorstep (entrance) , the breeze can come in,
but without “love”, can affection exist?

PS: This translation is done by my friend Sucheendra. The original post was published here!

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!

Feel my love!

Whether my love is right or wrong,
Whether my love is thorn or flower,
Whether my love is first our last,
My dear friend, feel my love..

Whether my love is sunny or shadowy,
Whether my love is sweet or bitter,
Whether my love is complete or partial,
My dear friend, feel my love..

Whether my love is a sculpture or stone,
Whether my love is feather or dried leaf,
Whether my love is suffering or a sweet pleasure,
With hatred or with liking,
By beating or by hugging (accepting)
Feel my love!

While throwing away all the flowers I give you, feel my love..
While treating away my love letters, feel my love..
While shutting the window that shows my street, feel my love..
Even while you hate every act of mine, feel my love..

Talk a few words to me, just to scold..
My love will get the happiness of success..
Like the speed breaker stone on a fast ride,
Feel my love!

I’m not seeking the boon to be touched by your fingers as a hand fan..
I will live like the (distant) ceiling electric fan..
O beautiful, feel my love..
I’m not wishing to be together like the hands of click at twelve..
I’ll just follow you like the railway line..
O dear, feel my love..

Who is to see, can the twinkling star order so?
When someone comes to cares, would the rose kill?
For me to love you,
Your permission isn’t needed!


The details of the song translated is available here! This song has a bubbly video too.. Hope you like that too!

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?!

Money can buy Time!

Yes, It does buy you time!
When you can book a flight instead of train, which takes three days to reach the place instead of few hours!
When you can afford a cab/auto instead of the long walk!
When you can order food to be delivered at your doorstep, instead of preparing the dish and later washing the dishes!

But,

The experience and sometimes the life lessons that are taught exclusively in long train journeys are lost along with the numerous people you might meet on the way!
The time taken to contemplate the canopy of trees forming an arch to welcome you and the feel of walking on the red carpet, while walking through a bed of Gulmohar (Flame of the forest) flowers are never available on a cab ride!
The ingredient of love is not added in a food ordered and delivered and also the silly banter and naughty pranks that happen while clearing and cleaning the dishes are simply trashed away with the cartons of delivered food!

So, Time could be bought at a cost. Sometimes it is just a swipe of card or few papers, but at other times, it is love, life, experience, and much more tiny aspects of life, which make a huge difference to the life.

Note: We’re definitely not talking about the emergency situations and like.. Do take it with a pinch of salt!

Are you my friend or foe?!

Oh my dear love, Oh my dear love,
What are you going to do to me?
Even after knowing that I am an artist,
Why do you ask for my eyes?

Crucifixion or Wings,
which of these are you going to give me?
After having caused the pain,
Why do you stand afar and watch?

Love, when you throw a flower,
Any mountain would melt a little.
Love, when you throw a pebble,
Any ocean would be disturbed a little.

Now am I to recover or fall through?
Live life or leave life?
Is this the elixir or the poison?
Or is this the elixir and poison in one?

Love, I worshipped you,
By falling at your feet;
but, you closed your eyes,
and I wailed inconsolably.

Is this a good change or a faltering?
Is there a mist accumulating in my heart?
Is this a daily conflict within me to decipher
if you are my friend or foe?


The details of the song and the video is available over here! How could I convince you to listen to the song, because this song finds place in all my playlists and of course I love it.. 😉

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??

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Will you Call me?!

I fell in love, I’m lost in love..
I’m overflowing without containing in self..
as the emotions are overwhelming..
I’m plucking the non-existent flowers without pinching..
And I give it to you and move aside without a word..
Like a turtle without legs, the time moves forward.. (It doesn’t move at all)

When I feel your absence in here,
I come to realise the truth..

What happens within me,
Is it happening in your heart too?
With this thought,
My heart flutters!

Will you call me?
Just for a second?
I’m insisting on it without choice..
Will you call?

Will you call me?
I’m lying here without studying..
And am scolding the clock for not
Moving faster to dawn..
Will you call?

I thought of what I should speak to you..
I also thought of your replies to me to be..
I had rehearsed all of them by playing it..
I’ve even added where you should smile..

If this situation continues, what will happen to me?
Before forgetting, if you would call, I would regain myself..

Will you call me?
Will you call over my cellphone?
I’m jumping upside down..
Just to hear your voice, will you call?

Will you call me?
I wake at the middle of night..
I am tearing off calendar sheets..
(In the hope time runs faster)
To see you, will you call?

Like the snack that was stored for later after half-a-bite..
Like the song that was heard just fleetingly..
Like the smell that got vanished just after I smelt..
An expectation lingers in heart when you are about to cut the call..

My heart here,
Turns into a world,
That shrinks and expands..
Something else is happening..

Will you call me?
Will you call without missing it?
Will you call at least by mistake?
Even that would do, will you call?

Would you call me?
Even if languages get over,
Just hearing you utter silence
Would be just enough, will you call?


This is a easy guess for people hearing tamil songs and those who are interested in watching the beautiful picturisation of this song as well as to know more details about the song, click here!

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! 🙂


She’s Not You!

Sad-Lonely-Boy-Drawing-1

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.

~~~~~~

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!

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..


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?!


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

Another chance?!

M: Oh fragrance that opened the flower to escape away,
Why are you renewing your friendship with the flower?

F: In the spin of the wind, this fragrance has come again,
But what’s your anger in the return of this fragrance?

F: We are the leaves that drift in the lake of fate..
M: We go along with the river, which shore would we reach?

M: The rail tracks lie side by side,
Yet it’s not fair if they touch each other
You and me are side by side,
Yet we don’t have the right to embrace each other..

F: You are trying to touch the smell..
It could never be in your reach..
The link between the sky and earth is the rain
Yet that never forges a relationship

M: You locked away the doors of heart
And you taunted by knocking those doors..
I locked them and went inside to be safe..
Yet you entered inside through the eyes..

F: Even when the years change,
New springs come again
The relationships that dissolve once,
Blossoms again in new forms..

M: Oh fragrance that opened the flower to escape away,
Why are you renewing your friendship with the flower?

F: We are the leaves that drift in the lake of fate

M&F: We go along with the river, which shore would we reach?


 

This song is from the Movie Aananda Thaandavam, based on the novel Pirivom Santhipom by the famed author, Sujatha (Rangarajan) The beautiful lyrics are penned by Vairamuthu and this song is such a treat to hear for its melody by GVPrakash.

Context of the song: The couple part ways as lover and meet back again. But now the girl is married to another guy.

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?


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

Waiting for you!

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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!!

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.. 😉

Seeking of love!

F: In the night when the search is for the crescent,
What is it that you searching for?
I’m inviting you to tell a story,
Come here my darling..

Why shed tears in the dark,
Come rest on my lap..
Why this sadness, oh handsome?
Am I not your mother too?

M: This heart beats only for you
I’m yours as long as I live

F: Your looks while crying,
Your legs while tiring,
The early morning union
Melts away all the sorrows,
Isn’t that enough?

The shadow (shelter) seeking masculinity and
The reality seeking femininity
Living under one blanket;
is this a divine blessed relationship?

M: You are my lifeline,
You are the root (anchor) that holds me,
You shoulder my burden, darling,
You are the mist that burns me..

F: If I could just understand,
those searching eyes of yours,
and the wavering heart of yours,
I could live seven more births..

Without any reason,
You live upon the scorching ember,
And yet flow like the river,
Oh my dear moustached-baby

M: Should I say this as love?
can I bask in its shades?
On the earth that kills everyday,
You are the place of blessings!


The details of the song is here.

One another favorite song of mine. Do check out the link to listen to the beautiful melody.

Invulnerable!

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!


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.

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!


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!

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!


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!

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!

Charismatic painter of words!

He:
When I draw a flower, dear girl,
the fragrance emanates from it..
When I draw the fire, my sweety,
the heat spreads to caress your fingers..

She:
When the non-living picture gets life from your touch,
What would happen to me, the living one?

He:
You are a painting that takes away lives
with your breath-taking beauty!

He:
Dots join together to make a beautiful painting,
Hearts join together to make an epic love story.

She:
Lines are part of the painting,
Tiffs are also part of the love.

He:
To paint the sky, blue is the color,
To paint our love, what is the color?

She:
Come let’s paint our love,
Using fingers as the brush,
And my shyness as the palette.

She: Where lies the soul of a painting?
He: It lies the eyes of the beholder!

She: Which part holds love in a girl?
He: The part that is untouched by the guy!

She:
You are a modern poet, who knows how to paint,
You are a poor artist, who knows to mesmerise girls.

He:
Like the rain that cheats the clouds to reach the earth,
And becomes inseparably tangled with the earth,
You have come to become a part of me, welcome!


This song is a translation of a tamil track with lyrics penned by Vairamuthu. Click here to check more about the original song and the video of the track.

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!

Is getting answers enough?

I kept lingeringly thinking about the times gone by,
Though I am walking towards you, I am yet far from you,
I live only because of you!
I see in you today, myself reflected!

If you keep thinking of me,
I will come close to you!
I live only because of you!
I see in you today, myself reflected!

Oh girl! Why is the letter so short lived?
That it is thrown away, even before you could finish reading!

I gave a short-lived letter that is thrown away
Even before it could be completely read..

Even the shadows of those trees, under which we spent time, would ask for you,
How would I tell them?
Through the silence of the withered flowers?

The shadows of those trees which bore witness to our love,
Will speak of our story for ages,
As the fragrance of those withered flowers!

The halls that echoed the messengering tinkles of your anklets, would ask for you,
How would I tell them?
Will the broken bangles speak up?

The messengering tinkles of the anklets,
Will be echoed in the halls for the years to come,
Like the broken bangles, which are still colourful!

Where are those fingers which added warmth to my palms?
Here is not the person’s face, to share stories, by leaning on my shoulder!
I was awaken from my sleep, even before my first dream got over!

Those fingers which added warmth to the palms are still in your hands!
It is not in our fate to share stories by leaning on your shoulder!
Open your eyes! My love! The first dream is enough!

All the words that you spoke,
Will keep ringing  in my ears forever over my lifetime,
The ashes may be dissolved, but will those words dissolve?

All the words that I spoke,
Are still living as part of your talks..
Even the world might go to ashes, but can the soul be destroyed?

All those gazes that we exchanged,
Relentlessly ask me questions day and night!
Life might be taken away, but could the soul be ever taken away?

All those gazes that we exchanged,
Will stay with you day and night!
Will your eyes ever forget me?

Even the inseparable shadow will go away in the pyre’s fire!
Even after seeing evidence of theft, I refuse to believe it!
I live in the hope that you will appear, at least for a moment, before me.. 

The mirage of the inseparable shadow will come and go often,
Even if there is evidence of theft, I will come back for you!
Why just an instant! My Love! I am living within you  forever!

நினைத்து நினைத்து பார்த்தேன்
நெருங்கி விலகி நடந்தேன்
உன்னால் தானே நானே வாழ்கிறேன் ஓ..
உன்னில் இன்று என்னை பார்க்கிறேன்..

நினைத்து நினைத்து பார்த்தால்
நெருங்கி அருகில் வருவேன்
உன்னால் தானே நானே வாழ்கிறேன்.. ஓ..
உன்னில் இன்று என்னைப் பார்க்கிறேன்..

எடுத்து படித்து முடிக்கும் முன்னே
எறியும் கடிதம் எதற்கு பெண்ணே ?

எடுத்து படித்து முடிக்கும் முன்னே
எறியும் கடிதம் உனக்கு தந்தேன்..

அமர்ந்து பேசும் மரங்களின் நிழலும் உன்னை கேட்கும் எப்படி சொல்வேன்?
உதிர்ந்து போன மலரின் மௌனமா ?

அமர்ந்து பேசும் மரங்களின் நிழலும்
நமது கதையை காலமும் சொல்லும்
உதிர்ந்து போன மலரின் வாசமாய்..

தூது பேசும் கொலுசின் ஒலியை அறைகள் கேட்கும் எப்படி சொல்வேன் ?
உடைந்து போன வளையல் பேசுமா ?

தூது பேசும் கொலுசின் ஒலியும்
அறைகள் முழுதும் ஆண்டுகள் சொல்லும்
உடைந்து போன வளையலின் வண்ணமாய்..

உள்ளங்கையில் வெப்பம் சேர்க்கும் விரல்கள் இன்று எங்கே ?
தோளில் சாய்ந்து கதைகள் பேச முகமும் இல்லை இங்கே

முதல் கனவு முடிந்திடும் முன்னமே தூக்கம் கலைந்ததே

உள்ளங்கையில் வெப்பம் சேர்க்கும் விரல்கள் உந்தன் கையில்
தோளில் சாய்ந்து கதைகள் பேச நமது விதியில் இல்லை
முதற் கனவு போதுமே காதலா… கண்கள் திறந்திடு…

பேசி போன வார்த்தைகள் எல்லாம்
காலம் தோரும் காதினில் கேட்கும்
சாம்பல் கரையும் வார்த்தை கரையுமா ?

பேசிப் போன வார்த்தைகள் எல்லாம்
உனது பேச்சில் கலந்தே இருக்கும்
உலகம் அழியும் உருவம் அழியுமா

பார்த்து போன பார்வைகள் எல்லாம்
பகலும் இரவும் கேள்விகள் கேட்கும்
உயிரும் போகும் உருவம் போகுமா ?

பார்த்து போன பார்வைகள் எல்லாம்
பகலும் இரவும் உன்னுடன் இருக்கும்
உனது விழிகள் என்னை மறக்குமா

தொடர்ந்து வந்த நிழலும் இங்கே தீயில் சேர்ந்து போகும்
திருட்டு போன தடயம் பார்த்தும் நம்பவில்லை நானும்
ஒரு தருணம் எதிரினில் தோன்றுவாய் என்றே வாழ்கிறேன்…

தொடர்ந்து வந்த நிழலின் பிம்பம் வந்து வந்து போகும்
திருட்டு போன தடயம் இருந்தும் திரும்பி வருவேன் நானும்
ஒரு தருணம் என்னடா.. காதலா.. உன்னுள் வாழ்கிறேன்..


This song has some backstory, which could add meaning to the song.

Two people fall in love together and soon after she dies in a road accident.

The guy, who pines over the loss of his lady love, asks the questions and she answers all his questions, as a voice over or like. The odd stanzas are by the male, while the even ones are by the lady.

The male version and female version are merged together to have better readability. But the songs are in the album as two separate songs.

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!!

Deeds and words

She wanted something
He got her before asking

He wanted something
She got him before asking

They never said ‘I Love you’
They never needed mere words!

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!!

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.

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!!

Will you give away?

Once there was a tiny girl living happily in her little world. She had a beautiful doll as her companion and the doll had accompanied her to every single place she had been to. One day, she was strolling in the aisles of a mart, with her mother on her trail. Of course, her doll was accompanying her as always.

At the other end of the trail, she saw a kid and just as a kid could do, she went and poked him to get his attention too. He was rather busy trying to control his tears flowing freely down his cheeks. Without any thought of hesitation, she wiped away his tears and asked ‘why are you crying?’

He looked around as if he was looking for someone. Then he softly replied to her, “My dad says my sister won’t come home from the hospital. I don’t want her to leave me. I love her so much. You know, She looks beautiful than you. She is just tiny like your doll. But she smiles at me and winks at me, you know.”

The talk about the sister seems to have stopped the tears and even brightened up his face with a smile. The smile was reflected in the little girl’s face. She said, “Really? Your sister smiles and winks? My doll never does that to me, even when I give her all she asks for. But my mom says, she is just a doll. So really a baby smiles?”

He replied, “Yes, she also cried lots and pukes food. But I like to play with her when she smiles.”

The girl said, “My mom says, there is going to be a kid in our home too. Will the baby smile and play like your sister?”

“Yes, all kids do that, my friend said so”

“Then I will play with the baby too.”

He went back to near tears again and said, “I can’t play with her anymore”

She too looked sad and without any reply, left and went to her mom. She asked, “Mom, can I give my Pinky to that boy?”

The mother was astonished at the request to part with her most favourite doll. She asked, “I can’t even get it away from you while you sleep, now you are asking me to give it away? What happened dear?”

“Ma, he said that, his sister has gone away and can’t play with her anymore. He is crying for her. We will have a baby soon in our house right? I will play with the baby and he can have my pinky.”

She was baffled by the compassion from her little toddler and was speechless for a moment. Then she said, “Come let’s find out whether he will take your pinky home.”

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?

The key to his locks

He was confused..

She was concerned..

He struggled within confines..

She struggled to break his cages..

He looked up to her for salvation..

She looked up to him with absolution..

He couldn’t find words to pour..

She couldn’t find words to coax them out..

As the words failed both of them,
The eyes spoke volumes..
She held him..
He gave in..
She locked him in her embrace..
He found himself unlocking..

The key to his locks,
Was long buried within
The gentle lock of her embrace..

சத்தியம் ~ The promise

Scroll Down for the Translation!

 

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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அன்னப்பட்சி தேவை ~ In need of a swan

A translation is available below the Thamizh text..

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??

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