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!

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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]

Who is she to me?

A beautiful description of a girl and the absolute praise of her to be the best.
This song is inspired from the Sanskrit verse of Kalidasa

pushpeshu jati
purusheshu vishnu,
narishu ramba
nagareshu Kanchi

which is translatable to English as

The epitome of flowers – Jathi (Jasmine)
The epitome of Men – Vishnu
The epitome of  Women – Rambai
The epitome of Cities – Kanchipuram

The idea was taken and developed into this song.

Among the seasons, she is spring;
Among art forms, she is a painting;
Among the months, she is Maargazhi;
Among the flowers, she is Jasmine..

Among the birds, she is homing pigeon
Among the songs, she is lullaby
Among the fruits, she is mango
Among the winds, she is breeze

In smiling (lit. purely like milk) without guile, she is a kid..
In hugging like the snow, she is a young lady..
In raising as the Apple of eye, she is a mother..
And she turned me into a poet!

Details of the translated song is available here!

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!