Communication

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

What lies ahead? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Penance!

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

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

மீண்டும் வளர மீண்டும் களங்கம்,
மீண்டும் தேய்ந்தும் மாளா நம்பிக்கை..

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

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

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

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

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

 

Dare to become!

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

Time and Tide

The past is the wave withdrawn,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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The tides keep flowing
Just as life keeps growing..

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

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

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

Remember to cherish
And cherish to remember…


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

Magic!

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

Create magic and feel awesome!

Existing in Non-Existence

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

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

When you all keep wondering,
Here I am..

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

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

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

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