An educative encounter

“What games did you play at school today?” I asked (in Tamil) the sixth standard boy from our neighbouring farm, situated across the river. He goes to a government high school in the next village. He comes over to our place, often, with his younger sister, who is in fourth standard. They are vibrant children, bustling with activity, helping us with planting saplings and watering them, even on days when we couldn’t visit the farm. Our daughter’s first friends at the village.“We didn’t have any PT period today,” he replied glumly.

“Oh, tell me what games did you play during the class hours?”
“I don’t play any games inside the class…I listen to the teachers”

That made my next question, which was the original intention anyway, easier to shoot.
“So, what did you study at school today?”
“An English poem,” he answered.
“I love poetry. Whose poem was it?”
“…”
“Do you remember any line from the poem?”
“No, I have to see the text book,” the boy was getting jittery.
“Ok , tell me any one word from the poem,” I persisted for a bit more.
“…”
“Do you know what the poem was about?”
“…,” the whiteness of his two large front upper teeth flashed through the uncomfortable smile.
“Does your teacher explain the poem in English or Tamil?”
“English”
I was surprised.
“Do you understand English?”
“No,” the answer came promptly.
“Get me your book tomorrow. I will teach the poem in Tamil.”
He seemed happy.
“Did you read the book that I gave you? Did you understand the stories?” We had presented him with a Tamil story book for his ear-piercing ceremony, held last week.
“Yes,” he cheered up.

Now, his sister chipped in, with some strange actions with her hands:”We didn’t have our regular classes today. They taught us words s*ell.”

I heard it as smell. It didn’t make sense, obviously.
“ka-a-tch. Catch,” she droned with the typical phonics sounds. Oh, she meant ‘spell’.
“Did they teach you spelling? How do you spell catch?”
“C-A-T”
I spent sometime guiding her through “t’, ‘tch’ and ‘catch’.
“Anna, what is the meaning of ‘little’?” she spurted out suddenly.
“Little means ‘kutty’.”
“Kutty?”
“Yes. Can you now tell me what is the meaning of little girl?”
“Girl.”
“No, little girl.”
“….”
“Little means kutty. Girl means ponnu. What does a ‘little girl’ mean? You just have to join the two words,” I repeated in a variety of ways to no avail. Her brother also didn’t have an answer.

“Don’t be shy. Tell the answer boldly,” their father said. He is unlettered but has an extensive knowledge about farming. He is the village priest at a local temple and tills the temple lands. When I had asked him, a couple of hours earlier, if he intended to continue with the education of his children, he had replied in a firm affirmative. I looked at him hopefully.

“Payyannu sollumaa (Say, it is a boy),” he said, feigning confidence.

“No, no. Little girl means kutti ponnu. Now tell me, what does a ‘little boy’ mean?”

After a few more errors, they arrived at kutti paiyan. Then we moved on to little dog, little cat. Finally, they seemed to have got a hang of little-something and rushed happily across the river – dry but for a small stream, overflowing from the check dam.

Thankfully, both these kids are still studying in Tamil medium. I shudder to think of the day when their schools will also be converted to English medium. English is certainly compounding the problems but the problem is not merely with English. We are faced with an entire educational system that alienates the rural children from their surroundings and knowledge systems. More needs to be written on this (and done about this).

But, for now, we, the English speaking elite, can go on belaboring about how we want our kids to compete with these children on a so-called ‘equal footing’ in a ‘meritocratic system’.

 Shared from https://tkan.wordpress.com/2016/05/31/the-road-to-hell-is-paved-with-felled-trees/

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.. 😉

Where to next? 

Another step,
Another path,
Another adventure,
An Exploration of experience! 

Restoring equilibrium

While being overwhelmed with too much to process, sometimes the simplest of acts restores the equilibrium and helps in dealing with everything else easier!

So what did you do today to make someone smile?

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!

[Bharathi Vasana kavidhai] Sakthi – Happiness Part 2

Sakthi

First part: Happiness

2

Crow caws.
In the field that is the world, the Sun floods it with light,
  which is like the glitter of the diamond.
That is shadowed by the clouds.
The light pierces through the clouds.
When the flood of light is filtered through the sieve of clouds,
  the dust settles down and the clearer part above it.
Hen crows.
Ant crawls.
Housefly flies.
Young man concentrates on the art.
All these are the works of the great Sakthi.
Let her lead us to do what is to be done righteously.
Let our deeds be natural.
Charming deeds, Happy deeds, Powerful deeds,
  untiring deeds, causing deeds, spreading deeds,
  happening deeds, endless deeds,
Let the great Sakthi bless us.
Poetry, Protection, Feeding, Raising,
  Pruning, Caring, Showering with light —
  Let the great Sakthi bless us in these deeds.
By irrigating with love, ploughing with knowledge,
  Removing the weeds of (baseless old) customs,
  Growing the crop of Holy Scriptures,
  Reaping the benefits of happiness and for consuming it,
  we pray for the grace of the great Sakthi.
Let her bless us with them.

Note: Sakthi literally means Power and also the name of Goddess.

The Tamil version of the above translation is available at www.lyricaldelights.com

A bump! 

When life was going on
In a monotonous, boring road,
A little bump on the path,
Becomes a step
And changes the path ahead
Forever!

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..

Steps!

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Steps! They are well worn! Many people have used those steps but to go up …. or to go down? Perhaps both? Were they walking … or running…. and why? What is at the bottom? What is at the top? Were the people adventurers, or refugees? Recreational enthusiasts or environmentalists? They could have been very young….. or very old, and perhaps had horses or donkeys to accompany them? Did those that go up them find their goal, or did they return disappointed. Did those that come down them ever return to the top? So many questions must go unanswered. So many stories must go untold. Steps!

Caption / Post / Thought courtesy – Mr. Colin.

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!

[Bharathi Vasana kavidhai] Sakthi – Happiness Part 1

Sakthi

First part: Happiness

1

In the flood of Sakthi, Sun is a bubble.
In the river of Sakthim Sun is a flower.
Sakthi is infinite, doesn’t have borders, doesn’t have an end.
It is what shows action in inactiveness.
Sakthi is what beats, chases, assembles,
gathers, merges, shakes off,
winnows, blows, swirls,
binds, scatters, disperses,
puffs, stops, drives,
makes many into one, makes one to many.
Sakthi is what brings chillness, gives warmth,
gives shivers,
gives happiness, gives ailment, gives cure,
gives normalcy, changes the normality,
gives weakness, gives nourishment, gives ascent,
gives enthusiasm, makes to bloom, gives delightfulness,
kills, gives life.
Sakthi gives happiness, gives anger,
gives hatred, gives contentment,
gives enmity, blossoms love,
gives strength, gives fear,
brings forth boiling emotions, brings calmness.
Sakthi is what is smelt, tasted, touched, heard, seen.
Sakthi is what is thought, researched, calculated, decided,
dreamt, imagined, searched, revolts,
sticks to the place, thought, analysed,
Sakthi is what brings enchantment, brings clarity.
Sakthi is what is felt.
Daughter of Brahma, Sister of Kannan, Wife of Siva.
Wife of Kannan, Daughter of Siva, Sister of Brahma,
Mother of Brahma, Kannan and Siva.
Sakthi is the origin.
Meaning of the meaningless and effect of effect less.
In the ocean of Sakthi, Sun is froth;
In the veena of Sakthi, Sun is ending note; a place for the musical note.
In the divine dance of Sakthi, Light is beats.
In the arts of Sakthi, Light is one of them.
Let Sakthi live.


Note: Sakthi literally means Power and also the name of Goddess. This part explains that Sakthi is omnipresent and is in every person as well as animate and inanimate object. The nouns referred to in the content are the names of Gods in Hindu mythology.

The Tamil version of the above translation is available at www.lyricaldelights.com

A Prayer!

வேண்டத் தக்கது அறிவோய் நீ! வேண்ட, முழுதும் தருவோய் நீ!
வேண்டும் அயன், மாற்கு, அரியோய் நீ! வேண்டி, என்னைப் பணி கொண்டாய்;
வேண்டி, நீ யாது அருள் செய்தாய், யானும், அதுவே வேண்டின் அல்லால்,
வேண்டும் பரிசு ஒன்று உண்டு என்னில், அதுவும், உன் தன் விருப்பு அன்றே?

[குழைத்த பத்து 6 – திருவாசகம் – மாணிக்கவாசகர் ]

vaeNdath thakkadhu aRivoay nee! vaeNda, muzhudhum tharuvoay nee!
vaeNdum ayan, maaRku, ariyoay nee! vaeNdi, ennaip paNi koNdaay;
vaeNdi, nee yaadhu aruL seydhaay, yaanum, adhuvae vaeNdin allaal,
vaeNdum parisu ondRu uNdu ennil, adhuvum, un than viruppu andRae?
[kuzhaitha pathu 6 – thiruvaasagam – maaNikkavaasagar ]

You know what to pray for!
       When prayed, you answer all those prayers!
You are the God worshiped even by the Bramma and Vishnu, we worship!
        As prayed, you took over me!
For praying, what have you destined me to,
        If I too don’t pray for the same destined prayer,
But I am in seek of a different gift,
        Isn’t that too as per your wish?!

Will you please? #TBT

Give before you take,
Love before you hate,
Praise before you condemn,
Smile before, after and forever!

Caged

Is it the bird that is caged?
Or is it the heart of the one who caged them in?

Simplicity!

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

To my all-in-one!

This post is dedicated to a Naughty, Intimate, Tolerant, Heart-warming and most Adored person! Thanks for being my everything ranging between two extremes and thus making my life balanced and cherished. ❤ 🙂

When a single person adorns multiple hats efficiently and with ease, adoring with all the love in the world is inevitable!

Another song adopted for movie from the verses of Bharathiyaar. The original verses are under the head “Kannan – en Sevagan”. Another brilliant work by the Mahakavi. This poetry shows that when the servant is Kannan, is he a mere servant? He becomes everything ranging between God to Servant..

The picturisation adds justice to the words and #SeerkazhiGovidarajan brings him live before the eyes just with the voice. The music of #KVMahadevan speaks for itself and indeed translates the words into the wordless music and brings forth the essence of the song.

The video of the song as well as transliteration is available here > http://wp.me/p5yGbu-1qJ

எங்கிருந்தோ வந்தான்
இடைச்சாதி நான் என்றான்
இங்கிவனை யான் பெறவே
என்ன தவம் செய்து விட்டேன்
கண்ணன் எங்கிருந்தோ வந்தான்

He came from somewhere;
I belong to the caste of Shepherds, said he.
To have him here,
What penance did I do?
Kannan came from somewhere

சொன்னபடி கேட்பான் துணிமணிகள் காத்திடுவான்
சின்ன குழந்தைக்கு சிங்காரப் பாட்டிசைப்பான்
கண்ணை இமையிரண்டும் காப்பது போல்
என் குடும்பம் வண்ணமுறக் காக்கின்றான்
வாய் முணுத்தல் கண்டறியேன்

He will obey the orders, Takes care of laundry and chores..
For little baby, he will sing beautiful songs..
Like the lashes protecting the eye,
He protects my family efficiently..
I have never seen him mumble (a complaint)

பற்று மிகுந்து வரப் பார்க்கின்றேன் கண்ணனால்
பெற்று வரும் நன்மையெல்லாம் பேசி முடியாது
நண்பனாய் மந்திரியாய் நல்லாசிரியனுமாய்
பண்பிலே தெய்வமாய் பார்வையிலே சேவகனாய்

I see my affection (for Kannan) keeps growing..
The goodness I receive from Kannan could be spoken without an end..
As a friend, As a minister, As a good teacher,
As God in attributes, (yet) As Servant in appearance!

 

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!

[Bharathi Vasana kavidhai] Vision – Fame Part 13

இரண்டாங் கிளை: புகழ்

ஞாயிறு

13
மழை பெய்கிறது. காற்றடிக்கின்றது. இடி குமுறுகின்றது.
 மின்னல் வெட்டுகின்றது.
 புலவர்களே, மின்னலைப் பாடுவோம், வாருங்கள்.
 மின்னல் ஒளித்தெய்வத்தின் ஒரு லீலை -- ஒளித்
 தெய்வத்தின் ஒரு தோற்றம்.
 அதனை யவனர் வணங்கி ஒளிபெற்றனர்.
 மின்னலைத் தொழுகின்றோம்.
 அது நம்மறிவை ஒளியுறச்செய்க.
 மேகக் குழந்தைகள் மின்னற்பூச் சொரிகின்றன.
 மின் சக்தி இல்லாத இடமில்லை.
 எல்லாத் தெய்வங்களும் அங்ஙனமே.
 கருங்கல்லிலே, வெண்மணலிலே, பச்சை இலையிலே,
 செம்மலரிலே, நீல மேகத்திலே,
 காற்றிலே, வரையிலே -- எங்கும் மின்சக்தி உறங்கிக்
 கிடக் கின்றது.
 அதனைப் போற்றுகின்றோம்.
 நமது விழிகளிலே மின்னல் பிறந்திடுக.
 நமது நெஞ்சிலே மின்னல் விசிறிப் பாய்க.
 நமது வலக்கையிலே மின்னல் தோன்றுக.
 நமது பாட்டு மின்னலுடைத்தாகுக.
 நமது வாக்கு மின்போல் அடித்திடுக.
 மின் மெலியதைக் கொல்லும்;
 வலியதிலே வலிமைசேர்க்கும்.
 அது நம் வலிமையை வளர்த்திடுக.
 ஒளியை, மின்னலை, சுடரை, மணியை,
 ஞாயிற்றை, திங்களை, வானத்து வீடுகளை, மீன்களை --
 ஒளியுடைய அனைத்தையும் வாழ்த்துகின்றோம்.
 அனைத்தையும் வாழ்த்துகின்றோம்.
 ஞாயிற்றை வாழ்த்துகின்றோம்.

 The rain pours. Thunder claps aloud. Lightning cuts through.
Oh poets, come, let's sing (about) lightning.
Lightning is one of the plays of the Lord of Light. (Another) A form of light.
Yavanar worshipped him and attained light.
We worship lightning.
It enlightens our knowledge.
The cloud-children shower the lightning-flowers.
There's no place without electricity.
And so are the Gods.
In the dark rocks, in the light sand, in the green leaves, in the red flowers, in the blue clouds, in the wind, in the forest -- everywhere electricity is sleeping.
We praise it.
Let new lightning be born from our eyes.
Let the lightning blow hard in our hearts.
Let lightning arise from our right hands.
Let our poetry contain lightning.
Let our words/promises be like lightning.
Lightning kills the weak; whereas adds strength to the strong.
Let it build our strength.
We praise everything that has light -- Light, lightning, flame, vision, Sun, Moon, houses in the sky, stars..
We praise everything.
We praise the Sun. 

mazhai peykiRadhu. kaatRadikkindRadhu. idi kumuRugindRadhu.
minnal vettugindRadhu.
pulavarkaLae, minnalaip paaduvoam, vaarungaL.
minnal oLitheyvathin oru leelai -- oLith
theyvathin oru thoatRam.
adhanai yavanar vaNanggi oLibetRanar.
minnalaith thozhugindRoam.
adhu nammaRivai oLiyuRachcheyka.
maegak kuzhandhdhaigaL minnaRpoo chorigindRana.
min sakthi illaadha idamillai.
ellaath theyvangaLum angnganamae.
karungallilae, veNmaNalilae, pachchai ilaiyilae,
semmalarilae, neela maegathilae,
kaatRilae, varaiyilae -- enggum minchakthi uRanggik
kidak kindRadhu.
adhanaip poatRugindRoam.
namadhu vizhigaLilae minnal piRandhdhiduga.
namadhu nenjjilae minnal visiRip paayka.
namadhu valakkaiyilae minnal thoandRuga.
namadhu paattu minnaludaithaaguga.
namadhu vaakku minpoal adithiduga.
min meliyadhaik kollum;
valiyadhilae valimaisaerkkum.
adhu nam valimaiyai vaLarthiduga.
oLiyai, minnalai, sudarai, maNiyai,
nYaayitRai, thingaLai, vaanathu veedugaLai, meengaLai --
oLiyudaiya anaithaiyum vaazhthugindRoam.
anaithaiyum vaazhthugindRoam.
nYaayitRai vaazhthugindRoam.

This is the final part of Vision.

Cloudy thoughts!

A cloud
The image that flashes your mind might range from fluffy white to charcoal black and shades of Orange, red, pink and much more combinations..

But what is a cloud? Just air!
While a cloud passes through you, just a chill you feel..

Yet, the colors, the shapes, the uses… Phew.. a very long list indeed.. Not to include the number of instances it goes through dissection from poets, writers, lovers, best of them all kids..

If nothing tangible as the air could take so many forms and wear that many shades, why don’t we try ourselves, just a little bit to lose ourselves and trust that we could reflect the beauty of nature with its vivid colors?!

Peaceful sleep

Dog sleeping on dust

Dog sleeping on dust

Only someone who has no regrets or one who leads a contended life could sleep this peacefully while lying on the floor surrounded by nature in its primal form. So what would it be for you and what might be the reason for this dog? But do dogs need reason to be peaceful?! 😉


Tagged to Jithin’s Mundane Monday Challenge!

Dreams

Dreams,
The force that lets you live
rather than survive.
Dreams,
The force that shatters the heart
with unrealisable ones.

[Bharathi Vasana kavidhai] Vision – Fame Part 12

இரண்டாங் கிளை: புகழ்

ஞாயிறு

12
நாம் வெம்மையைப் புகழ்கின்றோம்.
 வெம்மைத் தெய்வமே, ஞாயிறே, ஒளிக்குன்றே,
 அமுதமாகிய உயிரின் உலகமாகிய உடலிலே மீன்களாகத்
 தோன்றும் விழிகளின் நாயகமே,
 பூமியாகிய பெண்ணின் தந்தையாகிய காதலே,
 வலிமையின் ஊற்றே, ஒளி மழையே, உயிர்க்கடலே,
 சிவனென்னும் வேடன் சக்தியென்னும் குறத்தியை உலக
 மென்னும் புனங்காக்கச்சொல்லி வைத்துவிட்டுப்
 போனவிளக்கே,
 கண்ணனென்னும் கள்வன் அறிவென்னும் தன் முகத்தை
 மூடிவைத்திருக்கும் ஒளியென்னும் திரையே,
 ஞாயிறே, நின்னைப் பரவுகின்றோம்.
 மழையும் நின் மகள், மண்ணும் நின் மகள்;
 காற்றும் கடலும் கனலும் நின் மக்கள்;
 வெளி நின் காதலி;
 இடியும் மின்னலும் நினது வேடிக்கை.
 நீ தேவர்களுக்குத் தலைவன்.
 நின்னைப் புகழ்கின்றோம்.
 தேவர்களெல்லாம் ஒன்றே.
 காண்பன வெல்லாம் அவருடல்.
 கருதுவன அவருயிர்.
 அவர்களுடைய தாய் அமுதம்.
 அமுதமே தெய்வம். அமுதமே மெய்யொளி.
 அஃது ஆத்மா.
 அதனைப் புகழ்கின்றோம்.
 அதன் வீடாகிய ஞாயிற்றைப் புகழ்கின்றோம்.
 ஞாயிற்றின் புகழ் பேசுதல் நன்று.

naam vemmaiyaip pugazhkindRoam.
vemmaith theyvamae, nYaayiRae, oLikkundRae,
amudhamaagiya uyirin ulagamaagiya udalilae meengaLaagath
thoandRum vizhigaLin naayagamae,
poomiyaagiya peNNin thandhdhaiyaagiya kaadhalae,
valimaiyin ootRae, oLi mazhaiyae, uyirkkadalae,
sivanennum vaedan sakthiyennum kuRathiyai ulaga
mennum punanggaakkachcholli vaithuvittup
poanaviLakkae,
kaNNanennum kaLvan aRivennum than mugathai
moodivaithirukkum oLiyennum thiraiyae,
nYaayiRae, ninnaip paravugindRoam.
mazhaiyum nin magaL, maNNum nin magaL;
kaatRum kadalum kanalum nin makkaL;
veLi nin kaadhali;
idiyum minnalum ninadhu vaedikkai.
nee thaevarkaLukkuth thalaivan.
ninnaip pugazhkindRoam.
thaevarkaLellaam ondRae.
kaaNpana vellaam avarudal.
karudhuvana avaruyir.
avarkaLudaiya thaay amudham.
amudhamae theyvam. amudhamae meyyoLi.
akhdhu aathmaa.
adhanaip pugazhkindRoam.
adhan veedaagiya nYaayitRaip pugazhkindRoam.
nYaayitRin pugazh paesudhal nandRu.

The translation will be updated in this post tomorrow! Kindly excuse..

To my dearest readers..

Time flies or crawls for the same period depending on what you are measuring it with.

Just awhile back, I was heaving a sigh, for a particular memory of few months back seemed to be very distant. But here I am writing my 300th post and have successfully kept up my new year resolution so far.

For the past few days I almost skip to post anything, I was not even inclined to throwback my old posts or polish those drafts and hit publish. It was so easy to take away the thought of posting anything on blog. And it is surely reflecting in my past few posts.

The one thing that had me and still pushing me to hit the publish everyday is the notification.

I have realised the easiest way to get followers and boost the stats is to devote time in exploring other blogs and the best advertisement for any blog is in the spontaneous comments that you leave across other blogs. It is indeed a very simple proportion. The more you give, the more you get.

But, I have been getting new followers almost everyday and most of them are not ‘follow-back’ followers. While few follow and disappear, few take the follow seriously and leave likes / comments.

Though I have been regular in posting, I have been a very poor follower myself and hardly interact with my fellow bloggers beyond my blog. This is one serious regret I have and I might even dedicate next year just for actually following other blogs.

While I would bother about them next year, let us come back to the present.

I have few wonderful posts to my credit and I will not shy from accepting the praise on those. As well I do acknowledge myself, I have been giving random senseless posts too. They are the forced / last-minute posts, posted just for keeping on blogging.

I do appreciate each and every blogger’s support and trusting me to get-over the crappy posts and publish few more nice posts. Ripples will continue to cause ripples, just for those few kind hearted ones. Thanks is an inadequate words to say to you people.

Do take a bow from me and kind smile for you and some more smiles for you to pass on.. 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Happy Blogging!

The HDD! 

I was so kindly asked by a crazy creative to take up a crazy challenge! I think I’m already crazy even for trying this.. Anyway, the weekend is here and time to give a break for stress, if you aren’t doing it already on a daily basis!

I’m to look around and think about the common object in an uncommon way and also spill my pearls of philosophy about it! (That’s how I understood.. Check here for the original post and you might find a new perspective too.. ;))

The object that found it’s way to dissection for this experiment is my External Hard Disk Drive! 

The common view – Storage option with easier portability.

The uncommon view – A very good paper weight! (If you are already planning on killing me, please hold on till you read the rest! 😉 :P)

I’ll be kind enough to add the why too.. Though my drive is reasonably full and actively used (most times) I’ve been using mine as just a paper weight for the past few days. Isn’t it bit heavy on the cost for being paper weight? 😛

Now for the ultimate part of bringing out some philosophy about / on it..

The value of an object is in what it is within? Or how it is intended to be used? Or how it is ultimately used? 

Despite containing some of my most valued data, today it is more useful for the mere weight rather than it’s real worth!

So it matters not who you are, what you aspire to be, what is the hurdle you have crossed so far to reach here.. When you let someone use you, they might diminish your value to scrap within a flash of thought. Beware of who you let in to use you! 

Phew! It’s bit crazy, alright.. If I survive your death stare, I would be around to reply to your comments and in the meanwhile would be busy preparing a better post for tomorrow! 😉

Expressions and Experiences!

Those who have seen, hasn’t expressed it;
Those who have expressed, hasn’t seen it!

கண்டவர் விண்டிலர்; விண்டவர் கண்டிலர்!

kaNDavar viNdilar; viNdavar kaNDilar!

This statement is with reference to God. But I would like to extend it to many other experiences.

We do talk a lot and we seem to dish out advises every way, whenever an opportunity presents itself.
But do we really mean what we talk?
Do we really experience the tales we spin?
Are the tales we boast of are from experience?
Or is the spinning of tale is the actual experience?

And there are certain experiences. Even the best of artist couldn’t express the experience completely even in the medium they excel at.. Such as a Musician couldn’t recreate the experience in the music. The music he composes could even be better than the experience, but the actual recreation isn’t possible. Even for the endless words available to a writer, the experience is altogether a different ball game.

So I suggest every arm-chair traveller to push themselves and experience the experience of actual travel! The travel would not lead to the magical world of Narnia or the fantastic Hogwarts. But there is another kind of magic in reality.

The love and kindness of a stranger in a moment of dire need.
The happiness of the window seat on a scenic route.
The shades of sky and the speed of changes during the sunset.
The smell of petrichor combined with the flowers of the local and human scents.
The rush of air and the play with the hair.
The taste of food after waiting hungry for an hour.

There are much more to add to that list. Which could never ever be completely explained even by exhausting the vocabulary of the world. For there is no match to experience! Ever!

What is the story!?

This is a very common site in the southern India, where many stories unfold every single day. What is the story it speaks to you?

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Which story do you hear?

The post is tagged for Jithin’s Mundane Monday Challenge: Learn Photography. Do visit his new awesome site for more mundane, yet beautiful pictures!

The Post-mortem report!

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

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

The Subject:

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

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

As moments keep flowing,
Thoughts too keep flowing..

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

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

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

Few are intimate..
Few are despicable..

Few are reverent..
Few are guilty..

Few are forgotten..
Few are immortalised..

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

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

The Report and the discussion!

First report (Colin)

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

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

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

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

Second Report (Aadhira)

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

But definitely the thought
as mere thought has died..

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

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

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

Third Report (Colin)

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

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

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

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

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

Fourth Report (Aadhira)

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

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

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

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

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

Fifth Report (Colin)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sixth Report (Aadhira)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seventh Report (Colin)

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

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

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

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

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

Eight Report (Aadhira)

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

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

Choices are beautiful
Choices are confusing
Choices are conflicting

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

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

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

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


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

Salutation to my country

நாட்டு வணக்கம்
Salutation to my country

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vande Mataram – I bow to thee, oh Mother!


 

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

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

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

Where to, next?! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Bharathi Vasana kavidhai] Vision – Fame Part 11

இரண்டாங் கிளை: புகழ்

ஞாயிறு

11
புலவர்களே, அறிவுப்பொருள்களே, உயிர்களே,
 பூதங்களே, சக்திகளே, எல்லோரும் வருவீர்.
 ஞாயிற்றைத் துதிப்போம், வாருங்கள்.
 அவன் நமக்கெல்லாம் துணை.
 அவன் மழைதருகின்றான்.
 மழை நன்று.
 மழைத் தெய்வத்தை வாழ்த்துகின்றோம்.
 ஞாயிறு வித்தைகாட்டுகின்றான்.
 கடல்நீரைக் காற்றாக்கி மேலேகொண்டுபோகிறான்.
 அதனை மீளவும் நீராக்கும்படி காற்றை ஏவுகின்றான்.
 மழை இனிமையுறப் பெய்கின்றது.
 மழை பாடுகின்றது.
 அது பலகோடி தந்திகளுடையதோர் இசைக்கருவி.
 வானத்திலிருந்து அமுதவயிரக்கோல்கள் விழுகின்றன.
 பூமிப்பெண் விடாய்தீர்கிறாள்; குளிர்ச்சி பெறுகின்றாள்.
 வெப்பத்தால் தண்மையும், தண்மையால் வெப்பமும்
 விளைகின்றன.
 அனைத்தும் ஒன்றாதலால்.
 வெப்பம் தவம். தண்மை யோகம்.
 வெப்பம் ஆண். தண்மை பெண்.
 வெப்பம் வலியது. தண்மை இனிது.
 ஆணிலும் பெண் சிறந்ததன்றோ?
 நாம் வெம்மைத் தெய்வத்தைப் புகழ்கின்றோம்.
 அது வாழ்க.

Poets, learned objects, Souls, Demons, Powers, all of you come gather.
Come let us praise the Sun.
He is support for all of us.
He gives rains.
Rain is good.
We praise the Lord of Rains.
Sun shows tricks.
He evaporates sea-water and carries it upwards.
And he commends Wind to convert it back to water.
Rain pours nicely.
Rain sings.
It is a musical instrument with billions of strings.
The heavenly-diamond-sticks fall from the sky.
The Earth-girl quenches her thirst; She becomes cool.
Heat begets Coldness, Coldness begets Heat.
Since all are one.
Heat is Penance. Coldness is Excellence.
Heat is Male. Coldness is Female.
Heat is Strong. Coldness is Sweet.
Isn't Female better than Male?
We praise the Lord of Heat.
Let it live.

Dare or Drift?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me, the Panda!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A duck face selfie!

If you think you are misguided by the title, I am sorry. But this is indeed a selfie.. Yes, that’s my other hand and it pretty much looked like a duck face to me.. 😉

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Duck face?!

The fun of making shadow puppets is ageless! So what is  memory that surfaces when you think of shadow puppet? Waiting to hear your story.. 🙂


Linked to Trablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge that thankfully runs beyond the Monday.. 😉

Request for a post-mortem!

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

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

As moments keep flowing,
Thoughts too keep flowing..

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

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

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

Few are intimate..
Few are despicable..

Few are reverent..
Few are guilty..

Few are forgotten..
Few are immortalised..

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

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

 

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..

[Bharathi Vasana kavidhai] Vision – Fame Part 10

Oh Sun, those objects seeing your face also gathers light.
The hundreds of houses including Earth, moon, …, …, Saturn, …, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune — all these start to laugh gloriously just as soon as your rays fall upon them.
Like sparkles that emit from the flame, all these have emitted with an explosion from the Sun, says others.
These are changed by the thief called time.
The light faded; didn’t lose light, just less light.
There is nothing in the universe which doesn’t have light.
Darkness is lesser light.
The girls including …, … revolve around the Sun.
They shower their affection towards their father.
Hypnotized by his magic, they revolve without wavering from their orbits.
They would never step over his power boundary.
He is always looking towards them.
They always rotate in such a way that their entire (body) surface is drenched from his radiance.
They capture and hold his light in flower, water and air.
Sun is a very special Lord. Wherever he touches, life blossoms.
He is the one loved by the flower.
The leaves attain their destiny in his beauty.
He is happily cherished by the water and land and air.
The sky grasps him.
All other Lords service him.
We sing our praises.
His praises are nice.

The original Tamil version as well as other parts are available here


	

The Creative

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

Neither acts properly
Nor let other senses act so..

Few fights resolve
Within moments and
Without a trace..

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

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

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

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

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

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.. 😉

Pen and paper

Pen over Paper

In Black and White

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

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

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

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

Reconciliation

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

A song of definitions!

A song between a newly married couple.. Where he gives a single word prompt and she expresses her view upon them poetically in the song.. Check out the video and other details of the song over here!

 

The peepal tree dwelling cuckoo’s (chirping), the cooing of the train,
Aariraaroo (lullaby), Yelelelo (folk music),
All of it are music, Oh Kanna (as term of endearment)
In my song of the musical notes*,
The music of love sets stage, Oh Kanna!

Cellphone:
When the nightingale (ringtone) calls us,
We are close, despite the distance.

Cigarette :
Like a finger in between fingers,
This lives as sixth finger for few seconds

Shyness:
This is the first word said lovingly by femininity

Moustache
This is the hairy child, which belongs only to me..

Thirukkural:
The two lines of a couplet gives one meaning,
If we both live like that, life would be pleasant.

Moon:
Is she the fairy that bathes at night?
She is the white shadow that grows and fades

Fine, Mirror
When I look into it, it shows you!

Hmm.. Love
It is the single dream dreamt in our four eyes..

Wow! Beautiful!

To Friendship!

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

So read it and let me know which line are you going to share with your bestfriend.. Continue reading “To Friendship!”

[Bharathi Vasana kavidhai] Vision – Fame Part 9

இரண்டாங் கிளை: புகழ்

ஞாயிறு

9
வானவெளி என்னும் பெண்ணை ஒளியென்னும்
 தேவன் மணநதிருக்கின்றான்.
 அவர்களுடைய கூட்டம் இனிது.
 இதனைக் காற்றுத்தேவன் கண்டான்.
 காற்று வலிமை யுடையவன்.
 இவன் வானவெளியைக் கலக்க விரும்பினான்.
 ஒளியை விரும்புவதுபோல வானவெளி இவனை விரும்பவில்லை.
 இவன் தனது பெருமையை ஊதிப் பறை யடிக்கின்றான்.
 வெளியும் ஒளியும் இரண்டு உயிர்கள் கலப்பதுபோல் கலந்தன.
 காற்றுத் தேவன் பொறாமை கொண்டான்.
 அவன் அமைதியின்றி உழலுகிறான்.
 அவன் சீறுகின்றான், புடைக்கின்றான், குமுறுகின்றான்.
 ஓலமிடுகின்றான், சுழலுகின்றான், துடிக்கின்றான்;
 ஓடுகின்றான், எழுகின்றான், நிலையின்றிக் கலங்குகின்றான்.
 வெளியும் ஒளியும் மோனத்திலே கலந்து நகைசெய்கின்றன.
 காற்றுத் தேவன் வலிமையுடையவன்.
 அவன் புகழ் பெரிது. அப் புகழ் நன்று.
 ஆனால் வானவெளியும் ஒளியும் அவனிலும் சிறந்தன.
 அவை மோனத்தில் கலந்து நித்தம் இன்புறுவன.
 அவை வெற்றியுடையன.
 ஞாயிறே, நீதான் ஒளித்தெய்வம்.
 நின்னையே வெளிப்பெண் நன்கு காதல் செய்கிறாள்.
 உங்கள் கூட்டம் மிக இனிது. நீவிர் வாழ்க.

The vast sky as a woman is married by the Lord of Light.
There partnership is nice.
This is seen by the Lord of Wind.
The Wind is powerful.
He desired to partner with the vast sky.
Like liking the Light, the vast sky didn't like him.
He blows trumpets of his pride.
The sky and light has merged like the merging of two souls.
 The Lord of Wind got jealous.
He toils without peace.
He hisses, swells, grunts, whimpers, swirls, shivers;
Runs, raises, distraught.
The sky and light smiles together in their togetherness.
The Lord of Wind is powerful.
His fame is huge. That fame is good.
But the vast sky and the Light are better than that.
They attain happiness at all times by their togetherness.
They are victorious.
Oh Sun, you are indeed the Lord of Light.
The sky girl is in deep love with you.
Your partnership is very nice. Let you live long. 

vaanaveLi ennum peNNai oLiyennum
thaevan maNanadhirukkindRaan.
avarkaLudaiya koottam inidhu.
idhanaik kaatRuthaevan kaNdaan.
kaatRu valimai yudaiyavan.
ivan vaanaveLiyaik kalakka virumpinaan.
oLiyai virumpuvadhuboala vaanaveLi ivanai virumpavillai.
ivan thanadhu perumaiyai oodhip paRai yadikkindRaan.
veLiyum oLiyum iraNdu uyirkaL kalappadhuboal kalandhdhana.
kaatRuth thaevan poRaamai koNdaan.
avan amaidhiyindRi uzhalugiRaan.
avan seeRugindRaan, pudaikkindRaan, kumuRugindRaan.
oalamidugindRaan, suzhalugindRaan, thudikkindRaan;
oadugindRaan, ezhugindRaan, nilaiyindRik kalanggugindRaan.
veLiyum oLiyum moanathilae kalandhdhu nagaiseykindRana.
kaatRuth thaevan valimaiyudaiyavan.
avan pugazh peridhu. ap pugazh nandRu.
aanaal vaanaveLiyum oLiyum avanilum siRandhdhana.
avai moanathil kalandhdhu nitham inpuRuvana.
avai vetRiyudaiyana.
nYaayiRae, needhaan oLitheyvam.
ninnaiyae veLippeN nangu kaadhal seykiRaaL.
ungaL koottam miga inidhu. neevir vaazhka.

Relax with Nature – Magnetic Poetry

Relax with Nature

Here is my first attempt at Magnetic Poetry. This is like scrabble, just with words instead of alphabets.. So kindly excuse if that doesn’t even make any sense at all..

This was quite interesting for me and if you are willing to try this, Here is a detailed and lucid explanation of how it works by Mr. Douglas (Elusive Trope) – https://elusivetrope.com/magnetic-poetry-saturday-challenge/

He also hosts a challenge every Saturday and there are many more interesting and much better entries than mine.

Whether participating or not, click those links and have fun.. 🙂 And I hope there are few more poetry around.. 🙂

 

The tale from the tune..

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

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

The musical adventure is by Emerson, Lake & Palmer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank You Stalker!

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

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

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

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

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

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

(: THANK YOU! 🙂

Lost contacts! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

[Bharathi Vasana kavidhai] Vision – Fame Part 8

இரண்டாங் கிளை: புகழ்

ஞாயிறு

8
ஒளிக்கும் வெம்மைக்கும் எவ்வகை உறவு?
 வெம்மையேற ஒளி தோன்றும்.
 வெம்மையைத் தொழுகின்றோம்.
 ஒளியின் தாய். ஒளியின் முன்னுருவம்.
 வெம்மையே, நீ தீ.
 தீ தான் வீரத்தெய்வம்.
 தீ தான் ஞாயிறு
 தீயின் இயல்பே ஒளி.
 தீ எரிக.
 அதனிடத்தே நெய் பொழிகின்றோம்.
 தீ எரிக.
 அதனிடத்தே தசை பொழிகின்றோம்.
 தீ எரிக.
 அதனிடத்தே செந்நீர் பொழிகின்றோம்.
 தீ எரிக.
 அதற்கு வேள்வி செய்கின்றோம்.
 தீ எரிக.
 அறத்தீ, அறிவுத்தீ, உயிர்த்தீ, விரதத்தீ, வேள்வித்தீ,
 சினத்தீ, பகைமைத் தீ, கொடுமைத் தீ -- இவை
 யனைத்தையும் தொழுகின்றோம்.
 இவற்றைக் காக்கின்றோம்.
 இவற்றை ஆளுகின்றோம்.
 தீயே, நீ எமது உயிரின் தோழன்.
 உன்னை வாழ்த்துகின்றோம்.
 நின்னைப்போல, எம துயிர் நூறாண்டு வெம்மையும்
 சுடரும் தருக.
 தீயே, நின்னைப்போல, எமதுள்ளம் சுடர்விடுக.
 தீயே, நின்னைப்போல, எம தறிவு கனலுக.
 ஞாயிற்றினிடத்தே, தீயே, நின்னைத்தான் போற்றுகின்றோம்.
 ஞாயிற்றுத் தெய்வமே, நின்னைப் புகழ்கின்றோம்.
 நினதொளி நன்று. நின் செயல் நன்று. நீ நன்று.

What is the relationship between light and heat?
When heat increases, the light appears.
We worship the heat.
The mother of light. The prototype of light.
Oh heat, you are fire.
Fire is the Courage-God.
Fire is Sun.
Fire's characteristic is light.
Let the fire burn.
We pour ghee into it.
Let the fire burn.
We pour muscle into it.
Let the fire burn.
We pour blood into it.
Let the fire burn.
We offer sacrifices and pray with pyre.
Let the fire burn.
The fire of righteousness, The fire of knowledge, The fire of Life,
The fire of Penance, The fire of holy-pyre, The fire of Anger,
The fire of Enmity, The fire of Torture - We worship all these.
We protect them.
We reign over them.
Oh Fire, you are my life's friend.
We praise you.
Like you, Let my life give away heat and light for centur(ies).
Oh Fire, like you, let my heart glow.
Oh Fire, like you, let my knowledge simmer.
In Sun, Oh Fire, we hail you.
Oh Sun God, We praise you.
Your light is good. Your acts are good. You are good.

oLikkum vemmaikkum evvagai uRavu?
vemmaiyaeRa oLi thoandRum.
vemmaiyaith thozhugindRoam.
vemmai oLiyin thaay. oLiyin munnuruvam.
vemmaiyae, nee thee.
thee thaan veeratheyvam.
thee thaan nYaayiRu
theeyin iyalbae oLi.
thee eriga.
adhanidathae ney pozhigindRoam.
thee eriga.
adhanidathae thasai pozhigindRoam.
thee eriga.
adhanidathae sendhneer pozhigindRoam.
thee eriga.
adhaRku vaeLviseykindRoam.
thee eriga.
aRathee, aRivuthee, uyirthee, viradhathee, vaeLvithee,
sinathee, pagaimaith thee, kodumaith thee -- ivai
yanaithaiyum thozhugindRoam.
ivatRaik kaakkindRoam.
ivatRai aaLugindRoam.
theeyae, nee emadhu uyirin thoazhan.
unnai vaazhthugindRoam.
ninnaippoala, ema thuyir nooRaaNdu vemmaiyum
sudarum tharuga.
theeyae, ninnaippoala, emadhuLLam sudarviduga.
theeyae, ninnaippoala, ema thaRivu kanaluga.
nYaayitRinidathae, theeyae, ninnaithaan poatRugindRoam.
nYaayitRuth theyvamae, ninnaip pugazhkindRoam.
ninadhoLi nandRu. nin seyal nandRu. nee nandRu.

Caught in a lightning! 

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

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

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

Responsibility vs Passion and a little touch of Harry’s magic

​In the last book of Harry potter series, out of the many decisions he make, the one dilemma that struck me special is the choice between the Horcrux and the Deathly Hallows.

Horcrux is the job assigned to him, as in find and destroy them i.e. His responsibility. Without any clue of what it is, where it is but with the warning of, it’s concealed as any object, could be in any place and it is very highly protected and it might cost him his life and soul. Doesn’t sound so interesting right? Hmm.. That’s his fate..

All the horcrux and hallow in one image! 

(Picture courtesy: https://in.pinterest.com/source/thetudorhouse.tumblr.com)

Now let’s see about Deathly Hallows.. This is Harry’s new found craze and might be called as his passion. He is already in rightful possession of one of the three objects and has been using it for years, has another object concealed in his possession, and has a very good source to find the missing third object..

Now, the dilemma of him.. To go after the seemingly impossible task of finding and destroying the Horcrux or to go after the Hallows and safeguard himself from death as well as attain unique and ultimate power.

Despite all the inclination, he chose Horcrux over Hallows or in other words, his responsibility over passion.

As the story progresses, he seems to be in possession of the Hallows, even before he could accomplish his task to completion! 

Coming back to muggle-world / earth-speak, aren’t we finding ourselves in the diverse roads often? Between passion and responsibility? So can we say that, though we might go after our responsibility, we could also find oneself accomplishing passion too? 

Is it possible in the world without magic? May I take a leap to responsibility and yet find myself growing wings to conquer my dreams?

The window

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Random motivation

There are few random lines that stick to us for a long time.. Even after we forget when, where, who said or any such details. But just the idea seems to reiterate and give us hope or happiness or cause sadness.

To me one such line is this: “Whenever you feel demotivated, motivate others”

That is such a deep and valuable lesson for me.

Would be glad to know if you have any such quote or insurance..

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!

[Bharathi Vasana kavidhai] Vision – Fame Part 6-7

இரண்டாங் கிளை: புகழ்

ஞாயிறு

6
ஒளியே, நீ யார்?
 ஞாயிற்றின் மகளா?
 அன்று. நீ ஞாயிற்றின் உயிர். அதன் தெய்வம்.
 ஞாயிற்றினிடத்தே நின்னைத்தான் புகழ்கின்றோம்.
 ஞாயிற்றின் வடிவம் உடல். நீ உயிர்.
 ஒளியே, நீ எப்போது தோன்றினாய்?
 நின்னை யாவர் படைத்தனர்?
 ஒளியே, நீ யார்?
 உனதியல்பு யாது?
 நீ அறிவின் மகள் போலும். அறிவுதான் தூங்கிக்கிடக்கும்.
 தெளிவு நீ போலும்.
 அறிவின் உடல் போலும்.
 ஒளியே, நினக்கு வானவெளி எத்தனைநாட் பழக்கம்?
 உனக்கு அதனிடத்தே இவ்வகைப்பட்ட அன்பு யாது
 பற்றியது?
 அதனுடன் நீ எப்படி இரண்டறக் கலக்கிறாய்?
 உங்களை யெல்லாம் படைத்தவள் வித்தைக்காரி. அவள்
 மோஹினி, மாயக்காரி. அவளைத் தொழுகின்றோம்.
 ஒளியே, வாழ்க.


Oh light, who are you? 
Are you the daughter of Sun? 
No. You are Sun's life. Sun's God.
In Sun, we indeed praise you.
The form of Sun is its body. You are the soul.
Oh Light, when did you appear? 
Who all created you? 
Oh light, who are you? 
What is your nature? 
Seems you are the daughter of knowledge. Knowledge is the one that slumber.
Seems you are clarity.
Seems the body of knowledge.
Oh light, for how long do you know the open skies.
This fondness you have for the sky is about what? 
How do you merge and dissolve into it? 
The one who created you is a skillful artist. She is Mohini, the mystic one. We worship her.
Oh light, hail.

oLiyae, nee yaar?
nYaayitRin magaLaa?
andRu. nee nYaayitRin uyir. adhan theyvam.
nYaayitRinidathae ninnaithaan pugazhkindRoam.
nYaayitRin vadivam udal. nee uyir.
oLiyae, nee eppoadhu thoandRinaay?
ninnai yaavar padaithanar?
oLiyae, nee yaar?
unadhiyalbu yaadhu?
nee aRivin magaL poalum. aRivudhaan thoonggikkidakkum.
theLivu nee poalum.
aRivin udal poalum.
oLiyae, ninakku vaanaveLi ethanainaat pazhakkam?
unakku adhanidathae ivvagaippatta anpu yaadhu
patRiyadhu?
adhanudan nee eppadi iraNdaRak kalakkiRaay?
ungaLai yellaam padaithavaL vithaikkaari. avaL
moaHini, maayakkaari. avaLaith thozhugindRoam.
oLiyae, vaazhka.
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ஞாயிறே!
 நின்னிடத்து ஒளி எங்ஙனம் நிற்கின்றது?
 நீ அதனை உமிழ்கின்றாயா?
 அது நின்னைத் தின்னுகிறதா?
 அன்றி, ஒளிதவிர நீ வேறொன்றுமில்லையா?
 விளக்குத்திரி காற்றாகிச் சுடர் தருகின்றது.
 காற்றுக்கும் சுடருக்கும் எவ்வகை உறவு?
 காற்றின் வடிவே திரியென்றறிவோம்.
 ஒளியின் வடிவே காற்றுப்போலும்.
 ஒளியே, நீ இனியை.

Oh Sun!
How does light stay in you?
Do you emit light?
Is that consuming you?
Or, Are you nothing but the light?
The wick of the lamp becomes air to give light.
What is the relationship between Air and Light?
Let us know that the form of Air is the wick.
Seems the form of light is Air.
Light, you are sweet.

nYaayiRae!
ninnidathu oLi engnganam niRkindRadhu?
nee adhanai umizhkindRaayaa?
adhu ninnaith thinnugiRadhaa?
andRi, oLidhavira nee vaeRondRumillaiyaa?
viLakkuthiri kaatRaagi chudar tharugindRadhu.
kaatRukkum sudarukkum evvagai uRavu?
kaatRin vadivae thiriyendRaRivoam.
oLiyin vadivae kaatRuppoalum.
oLiyae, nee iniyai.

The butterfly effect!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

New horizons!
New wings!
New me!

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

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

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

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

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

Am waiting!

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

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

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

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

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!

The door

image

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

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

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

The enlightenment

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

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?

[Bharathi Vasana kavidhai] Vision – Fame Part 4-5

The part 5 is one of my favorites of the series.. So I couldn’t wait till next week to publish.. 🙂 Hope you too like them! 🙂

இரண்டாங் கிளை: புகழ்

ஞாயிறு

4

நீ சுடுகின்றாய், நீ வருத்தந் தருகின்றாய்.























You burn, You cause sadness.

You give pain, You give tiredness.

You give hunger. These all are sweet.

You evaporate the seawater, You give sweet rains.

You light lamps in the sky.

You eat away the darkness.

Let you live longer.

nee sudugindRaay, nee varuthandh tharugindRaay.
nee vidaay tharugindRaay, soarvu tharugindRaay,
pasi tharugindRaay. ivai iniyana.
nee kadal neerai vatRadikkiRaay, iniya mazhai tharugindRaay.
vaanaveLiyilae viLakkaetRugiRaay.
iruLaith thindRu vidugindRaay.
nee vaazhka.

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ஞாயிறே, இருளை என்ன செய்து விட்டாய்?























































Oh Sun, what did you do to the darkness?

Did you send it away? Did you kill it? Did you swallow it?

With your hug and kiss, did you encompass it with the hands of your rays?

Is darkness your enemy?

Is darkness is what you feed upon?

Is it your lover?

Was it dark with gloom, for the entire night, since it couldn’t see you? And since seeing you, did it take up your light upon itself and merge with you?

Are you both children from the same mother’s womb?

Have your mother order you both to save the world by coming one after another?

Are you both not bound by death?

Are you elixir?

I praise you both.

Sun, I praise you.

nYaayiRae, iruLai enna seydhu vittaay?
oattinaayaa? kondRaayaa? vizhunggi vittaayaa?
katti muthamittu nin kadhirkaLaagiya kaigaLaal maRaithuvittaayaa?
iruL ninakkup pagaiyaa?
iruL nin uNavupporuLaa?
adhu nin kaadhaliyaa?
iravellaam ninnaik kaaNaadha mayakkathaal iruNdu
irundhdhadhaa?ninnaik kaNdavudan ninnoLi
thaanung koNdu ninnaik kalandhdhuvittadhaa?
neengaL iruvarum oru thaayvayitRuk kuzhandhdhaigaLaa?
munnum pinnumaaga vandhdhu ulagathaik kaakkumpadi
ungaLdhaay aeviyirukkiRaaLaa?
ungaLukku maraNamillaiyaa? neengaL amudhamaa?
ungaLaip pugazhkindRaen.
nYaayiRae, unnaip pugazhkindRaen.

The spin of life!

Life keeps handing you the tokens..
With happiness and sadness..
It spins it and the face up
Becomes the emotion of that moment..

Eventually, the coin is flipped..
And when you are lucky,
The coin flips back to happiness..
I’m indeed lucky right now.. 😉

More smiles!

Beware of what you say! It might come true!!

And something I was joking about has come true and I am seriously super excited and baffled and what not.. 😀

Want to know what’s up?!

Am bound by the unbreakable vow for the next eight days and so just keep waiting, just like me.. 😉 🙂 😛 (I know I am evil in that way :Devilish Grin:)

Actually there is more than one reason to wait for the 16th and there is gonna be an super-excited girl roaming around till then.. 🙂

Am all smiles and here are a few for you to take and spread the cheer around!

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

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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Smile!

I know I have been postponing all my awards’ posts and I should have at least added a ‘No Awards Policy’ to safely escape. (I could hear your mind voice saying, lazy girl.. But…. Fine.. Let me face it, yes I am lazy for award posts and the reason I say to procrastinate it every time is ‘I can’t tag few and not tag others’.. Yup, a very silly excuse.. But that discussion is for another post and another day)

But I couldn’t resist this happiness tag like other awards. The Tag is so cheerful and why not spread a smile with it?! Thanks to Ms. Alamelu for successfully getting me to finish up a tagged post.. 😉

All I have to do is list 5 things which make me happy and 5 songs which make me happy. (Yes, we could ignore the tag 5 people to continue part, which I am not going to do)

What makes me happy?

  1. Appreciation
    A word of sincere appreciation for a work I did without drawing attention to anyone.
    Thanks for noticing those tiny details. 🙂
  2. Friends
    (No, I am not talking about the TV series. Yes, it is supposed to make you happy from what I have heard and I am yet to experience the ‘FRIENDS’ effect)
    But I have got few great friends, who are great in pulling the leg to keep me grounded as well as give me a push to get me back to my feet.
  3. Making someone happy!
    See you smile makes me smile. The simple act of spreading smile is underrated. Please don’t neglect that!
  4. My Stats
    I would be lying if I say like-a-saint that I am  unaffected by the figures rising up and for those sweet notifications pop up to remind me of my milestones.
  5. Completing something
    Being the lazy person I am, I stick to very few things till completion and those things are always a reason for my happiness.

What songs make me happy?

This is lot tougher than the previous one. For how could I restrict to just five songs?! Still listing the first five that pops up!

  1. Chinnanchiru Kiliye Kannamma
  2. Chippi Irukuthu muthum irukkuthu
  3. Aananda yaazhai meetugiraai
  4. Oru Deivam thantha poove
  5. Unakenna venum sollu

All songs are in Tamil and the links direct you to complete details, video, lyrics and translation of the songs.

I would like to change the tag to continue to the following.

Please do comment the first thing that strikes your mind when you hear the word – smile.

If nothing comes up, let me know of at least one thing that crosses your mind when you hear about me / my blog.

Whether you comment or not, don’t forget to collect your smile from here! This is a genie that replenishes continuously, so take as many as you would like!

😀 🙂 😀

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!

[Bharathi Vasana kavidhai] Vision – Fame Part 3

Second branch: Fame

Sun

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The richness of the dawn is sweet.
Let Ushai*, who smiles like flowers, live longer.
We worship Ushai.
She is Goddess / Lakshmi / Wealth / Respectable.
She gives Awakening, She gives Clarity.
She gives Life, She gives Encouragement.
She gives Beauty. She gives Poetry.
Let her live longer.
She is honey. The honey bees like her.
She is elixir.  She doesn’t die.
She merges with Power.
It is Power that merges with beauty.
Sweetness is very huge.
She follows the Northern Meru hills in many forms. Encompassing the horizon, she wanders with smile.
Let her smiles live longer.
At south, She comes to us, in a single form, Still because of the abundance of love, isn’t one form better than many?
The dawn is good. We hail the dawn.

*Ushai is the wife of Sun God.

The Tamil version, transliteration as well as previous parts are available in this link –> http://www.lyricaldelights.com/2016/07/02/bharathi-vasana-kavidhai-vision-fame-part-3/

A milestone!

Today is a better day than most and special for more than one reason. And here I’m at a loss of words to articulate the thousands of thoughts rushing to spill out and eventually going down the drain..

I have commented few hours back on a Facebook post. I was asked, why do I write and my reply was, ‘Writing is the balancing pole in the tight rope walk of life‘ Those words just stumbled out of my fingers and it was so spontaneous and also from the depth of my conscience, that it was a jolt to read it myself. The words are true to the last letter.

It had been six months since the year started. It means, I’ve crossed half way through my challenge of posting every day..

And this also happens to be my 250th post on Ripples. The tiny drop causing ripples has come a long way since the first post. Every day is a new adventure and a new lesson is awaiting to be learnt.

The reason this blog is named ripples is in the hope that it causes intermittent waves and makes a mark somewhere someday. I feel that someday is so close by and I could see the ripples leaving it’s mark even beyond this blog. I’ll soon be posting a better post with all the details..

For now, I would like to boast of two simple things that I’m feeling very happy about..

  1. I’m going to be published on a flipbook by zero creativity. (I doubt the creativity is anywhere near zero in there, for the site is filled with so much art and interesting information for logophiles.. Do check out the site and get drenched with infotainment!) The link is here — > https://zerocreativity0.wordpress.com/2016/06/29/sun-photography-poetry-on-sun/
  2. I’ve published my first post on MyTrendingStories.com –> https://mytrendingstories.com/article/poetic-child/

Now go check out those links, while I tidy up my to-do list to make time for thanking you all properly!

Keep waiting, blogging and smiling! 🙂

Catch you all real soon! 🙂

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!

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!

 

Death of Humanity!

A question that keeps running through my mind in the recent times.. Some answer might be of use!

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.. 😉

The band

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

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

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

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

[Vision – Fame] Part 1-2

இரண்டாங் கிளை: புகழ்

ஞாயிறு

1

Which gives light? Which has unceasing youth?
Who is the heat source? To whom happiness belongs?
Who gives rain? To whom eye belongs?
Who gives life? Who gives fame?
To whom fame belongs?
Like what does knowledge glow?
Which is the temple of the God of knowledge?
Sun. It is good.

2

You are light, You are flame, You are explanation, You are vision.
Lightning, Emerald#, burning coal, the flame of fire —
These are the manifestations of you.
Eye is your home.
Fame, Courage — These are your directives.
Knowledge is your symbol. You are symbol of knowledge.
You burn, Let you live.
Show, (Let you) live.
(You) give life. (You) give body.
You let (life) grow, You takeaway (life).,
You give water, you blow the wind, Let you Live.

Hello!

When was the last time, you did something for the first time?

If you don’t remember, start by commenting a simple hi to this post.. This is a new post and you are first commenting in it.. 😛 I know that it’s not a very valid argument.. So why not explain what could be a valid argument.. 😉

I’m looking forward to hear from you on anything..

Memories or Moments?!

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

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

நிகழ்வுகளின் சிறையில்
நினைவுகளில்
சிறகு விரிக்கலாம்,

நினைவுகளின் சிறையில்
நிகழ்வுகளில்
சிறகு விரியுமோ?
விலகுமோ?

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

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

Transliteration

Ninaiva? Nigazhva?

Nigazhvugalin siraiyil
Ninaivugalil
Siragu virikkalaam,

Ninaivugalin siraiyil
Nigazhvugalil
Siragu viriyumo?
Vilagumo?

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

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

Translation

Memories? Moments?

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

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

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

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

The switchboard!

The power to reconnect broken links!

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Waiting eternally
For being switched on again!
To restore the connections
And to set in rotation
The movements of the fan!

What kills..

There’s nothing that kills a heart like lack of trust.. What kills faster is when you know that you have put in your everything and being accused of incompetence..

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

[Vision – Happiness] Part 6-7

6

We praise the Gods.
Let the Gods be happy.
Let them live.
Let them hail.
Oh Gods!
Let you prevail everyday, let you be happy everyday.
Let you live everyday, let you shower blessings everyday.
Let you protect everything.
That is good for you.
Oh Gods!
Let you eat us, let you be our food.
Let you eat the world, let you be food for the world.
That is good for you.
Oh Gods!
Protecting is nice, being protected is also nice.
Destroying is good, being destroyed is also good.
Eating is good, being eaten is also good Taste is good, soul is good, good, good.

7

Senses, let you live. You are one. You are light.
You are one. You are many.
You are friendship. You are enmity.
You are what is there and what isn’t there.
You are what is known and what is not known.
You are good and bad.
You are elixir, you are taste.
You are good, you are happiness.


This is the end of first branch of the prose poetry, Vision.

Aadhirai

This is indeed about my name. I have been asked several times about the meaning of my name and my lazy self decided to write a post once and share it henceforth! I could see you smirking at my laziness, but as ever, I couldn’t cut short the meaning into a line or two and I also think that the name deserves a post of its own. Hence, without further ado, here is the story of Aadhirai.

There are Five great epics in Tamizh literature. One of them is Manimekalai.

The title character, Manimekalai, has a special bowl, amutha surabhi (something similar to cornucopia), which gives food forever and it never empties, so she could feed the needy. When she received that bowl, it came with a condition. It will start repleting itself only if it receives alms from a person so pure and generous.

அமுத சுரபிக்கே அமுதிட்டவள் ஆதிரை.. That is Aadhirai. The one who gave alms to Amudha surabhi itself..

This is the first info I learnt about her and it made me search, What’s so special about her? And here’s her story. Continue reading “Aadhirai”

Scholar!

Not so long ago, in a not so far country, there lived our hero X.. Unlike me, he loves burying his nose under the books and get himself drenched with new knowledge every single day without caring for food nor relaxation or even some entertainment..

Though there are ways to learn about human behavior and how to interact with other beings are wide discussed and many books have been written, none of them seem to have entered even the peripheral vision of our dear hero..

The library where he had been hunting for books ran out of supply of new knowledge for him at a stage.. Thus he was compelled to look at alternative options..

The alternatives weren’t that much as his resources to attain new knowledge were limited.. Thus he was forced to look up and face humans around him..

He wanted to increase his resources to gain access to more books, and the choice made available to him is full of jobs which needed human interaction more than other skills..

He picked the job with the least probable communication and yet his skill of reaching out to people was more damaging to everyone rather than helping him secure the job..

He had to skip change multiple jobs, just because of his inter-personal skills (or lack thereof).. This multiple change in jobs overrode his reputation as scholar to a recluse..

In spite of his expertise in many areas, he was looked down by the fellow people around him.. His reputation in the elite circle also started fading and his social status was on constant decline..

Since our hero is becoming almost zero, let’s stop your imagination of cliche movies and motivational stories, where the zero hero suddenly bounces back to super hero..

And let us tear off the mask of story and get to the basic idea or the moral of the story..

உலகத்தோடு ஒட்ட ஒழுகல் பலகற்றும் 
கல்லார் அறிவிலா தார். (140)

ulaGathOdu otta ozhugal palakattRum
kallaar aRivilaa thaar

Who know not with the world in harmony to dwell, 
May many things have learned, but nothing well

. (Couplet 140)

Though learning and being a scholar is a noble thought, the basics of living in the society is much more important..

Even when you are a treasure trove of knowledge, you would be labeled as ignorant / recluse or the like, till you learn the skill of being Roman in Rome..

So let us set aside some time to learn what’s happening in the society around us, how they react to situations and then find out the best way possible to achieve our goals with the least resistance from them!

Let us be street-smart scholars, who knows to convert the ideas to action and success!

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!!

Who’s dragging?

Does life drag you?
Or
Do you drag life?

Isn’t it easy to be dragged along?
Isn’t it content to be dragging along?

Isn’t it the path of anywhere and nowhere?
Isn’t it the path of somewhere and now here?

Aren’t you the victim to be dragged?
Aren’t you the leader to drag?

Isn’t it hard to resist?
Isn’t it tough to drag?

Isn’t it a drugged state to follow?
Isn’t it euphoria to be followed?

Does life drag you?
Or
Do you drag life?

A poetic rejection!

Movie: Duet
Lyricist: Vairamuthu
Singers: Prabhu, Sreeja

கவிதைக்கு பொருள் தந்த கலைவாணி நீயா?
 என் கனவோடு கேட்கின்ற காற்சலங்கை நீயா?
 பேச்சுக்கு உயிர் தந்த சப்தங்கள் நீயா?
 என்னைப் பேசாமல் செய்கின்ற மௌனங்கள் நீயா?

kavithaikku pOruL thandha kalaivaani neeyaa ?
en kanavOdu kaetkindRa kaaRsalangai neeyaa ?
paechukku uyir thandha sapthangaL neeyaa ?
ennai pesaamal seigindRa mounangaL neeyaa ?

Are you Kalaivani, the one who brought meaning to poetry?
Are you the beads of the anklet, whose music I listen to in my dream?
Are you the sound that gave life to the spoken words?
Are you the silence that entranced me from speaking out?

சத்தங்கள் இல்லாத சங்கீதம் நீயா?
 என்னை சாகாமல் செய்கின்ற சஞ்சீவி நீயா?
 பருவத்தின் தோட்டத்தின் முதல் பூவும் நீயா?
 என் பாலைவனம் காண்கின்ற முதல் மழையும் நீயா?

saththangaL illaadha sangeetham neeyaa ?
ennai saagaamal seigindRa sanjeevi neeyaa ?
paruvathin thOttathin mudhal poovum neeyaa ?
en paalaivanam kaaNgindRa mudhal mazhayum neeyaa ?

Are you the music devoid of the sound?
Are you the elixir (sanjeevi) that prevents my death?
Are you the first blossom in the youth’s garden?
Are you the first rain experienced by my desert?

நிலவோடு நான் காணும் ஒளி வட்டம் நீதான்!
 என் இரு கண்ணில் தெரிகின்ற ஒரு காட்சி நீதான்!
 வார்த்தைக்குள் உள்ளாடும் உள் அர்த்தம் நீதான்!
 என் வாதியத்தின் இசையாகும் உயிர் மூச்சு நீதான்!

nilavOdu naan kaaNum oLi vattam needhaan
en iru kaNNil therigindRa oru kaatchi needhaan
vaarthaikkuL uLLaadum uL artham needhaan
en vaadhiyathin isaiyaaghum uyir moochi needhaan

You are the halo that I see around the moon!
You are the unified vision experienced by my two eyes!
You are the meaning that is hidden behind words!
You are this life’s breath, that becomes music in my instrument!

தூரத்தில்  மயில் இறகால் தொட்டவளும் நீதான்!
 என் பக்கத்தில் அக்னியாய் சுட்டவளும் நீதான்!
 காதலுக்கு கண் திறந்து வைத்தவளும் நீதான்!
 நான் காதலித்தால் கண் மூடிக் கொண்டவளும் நீதான்!

thoorathil mayil iragaal thOttavaLum needhaan
en pakaathil agniyaai suttavaLum needhaan
kaadhalukku kaN thirandhu vaiththavaLum needhaan
naan kaadhaliththaal kaN moodi kONDavaLum needhaan

You are the one who, from afar,  touched me with the peafowl’s feather!
You are the one who burned like the fire next to me!
You are the one who opened my eyes to the love!
You are the one who closed your eyes to my love!

My thoughts!

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Let my thoughts solidify to hold them down and let me have the strength to crumble them into words and sprinkle it in electronic dust.. So they could spread out far and wide to be criticised, condemned, appreciated and immortalised!

[Vision – Happiness] Part 5

Vision

Branch One: Happiness

5

எல்லா உயிரும் இன்பமெய்துக.
எல்லா உடலும் நோய்தீர்க.
எல்லா உணர்வும் ஒன்றாதலுணர்க.
‘தான்’ வாழ்க.
அமுதம் எப்போதும் இன்பமாகுக.

ellaa uyirum inpameydhuga.
ellaa udalum noaydheerka.
ellaa uNarvum ondRaadhaluNarka.
‘dhaan’ vaazhka.
amudham eppoadhum inpamaaguga.

Let all lives achieve happiness.
Let all forms be cured of diseases.
Realise that all sense are one.
Let the ‘self’ live.
Let the elixir be happiness forever.

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.. 😉

Truth!

When someone is said to be saying the ‘truth’, it is widely believed to be the fact. Here is an explanation.

வாய்மை எனப்படுவது யாதெனின் யாதொன்றும்
தீமை இலாத சொலல்.
(291)

vaaymai enappaduvadhu yaadhenin yaadhondRum
theemai ilaadha solal. (291)

Truth is defined as
speaking words that cause no harm. (Couplet 291)

But some facts are better unrevealed than revealed! For truth is not mere relaying of facts.

Eyeing the eye!

Posted for Mundane Monday Challenge hosted by Photrablogger

What will it be?

He looked at the blank screen
And the blank face reflected on it,
Waiting for the yes or no,
To build or shatter his dreams!

What would you complete the first phase with?

Do click on the link to view more interesting takes.. Thanks to HB for the two phrase story prompts!

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!

Dreams, Desire, Destiny!

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

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

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