On Planning, not to plan

Some people call it
Growing up..
While others call it
Shifting of time..

At some point of life,
We try to rein in everything we can
And let things happen in one way,
Our way, the only right way..

Some do it earlier in life,
Realise that life doesn’t let it be so,
And learn to go with it
And stop making plans..

But there are few,
Who doesn’t want to learn it,
Even after they’ve felt the burn..
For their way is the only right way..

Me, I plan to not plan..
And that plan doesn’t workout..
So I still keep planning
And still feel the burn often..

Once I planned,
To let things flow
And so things flew by,
In every direction I know..

The constant dilemma…
So how to be happy
When things keep flowing
In some way, other than yours..

Life is a form of water,
Born from the vast oceans,
That ultimately reaches
It’s destiny, the ocean..

You have no control over
The evaporation from ocean
Or where you start your journey
As to where the rain falls..

At some point of time,
It eventually gets to some form..
Right then, you choose..
The path of future..

You could either flow through
Barren lands, nourishing it..
Or through the watery lands,
Flooding it and wreaking havoc..

You could fall from great heights,
And be a magnificent falls..
Or you could stay still, stagnate
and eventually stink as unused pond..

You could flourish yourself
Perpetually with fountains,
Stay right where you are as lake,
And let others seek you with love..

You could just lose all control,
Choose the path of least resistance,
Let every rock, pit and bump
Decide your course of future..

Yet every means lead to a destination..
But all the struggle and resistance,
In between the source and destiny,
Is simply to make,
A destination into the destination!

Be the best of what you’re,
And your flow flourishes within
As well as nourishes around..
It’s ALWAYS your choice!

And of course, I chose to be,
Ripples, the unending variety..
That splatters little more of
Life, laughter and love…

The harder the restraint,
You put through my path,
The fierce the will and hence
Bigger the splash and wider the reach!

Hit me with all you can,
I’ll still hit you back,
Incessantly and invariably
With all goodness and love..

And also, I realised that
It’s impossible to restrain
The flow at all times..
But it’s always possible,
To correct the course..
So it’s ALWAYS the choice,
To be dragged or drag the self,
Towards in your direction!

Now I am back to planning..
Not on how to reach..
But on how to re route my flow
Back on to my destination..

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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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..

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?

Passions and Possibilities!

Had N number of Passions.
Had N number of Possibilities.

Out of the N number
Not even one
Could cater to all Passions
And not even few
Could cater to most Passions.

Then came the prioritising
Of Passions and
Discrimination of Possibilities
In the name of Practicality.

Then came a new possibility
Possessing my heart and soul
Though it was not listed
In the N number of Passions
Or in the N number of Possibilities.

The Possessive Passion
Paved way for every other Passion
With a new Possibility
And gave Hope that
Anything is Possible
When the Heart and Soul
Is tuned to achieve that
One single Goal
Without any diversion!

And it also proved that
N number is not a nightmare
And also that
N number is not all,
For the destiny could be beyond
the N number of Passions
and the N number of Possibilities!

What is it going to be today?

The morning Sun
Rising from the sea
Comes across the shores,
Till the evening
It keeps flowing
Over the sands
(Stays on the land)

Will it give flower bouquet?
Will it give fields of war?
Will it give few memories,
That might change the life?
Every single day arises
So many such questions..

The riddles that squiggle with the sunrise..
The rising footsteps in search of answers..

What happens today
Is forgotten tomorrow,
In this new world’s dawn and dusk..
(or
In this new world
Where it darkens with the dawn..)

Within the blink of an eye, happens;
A very long journey
Across the borders..

The realisation of a dream,
The opening of a door,
The very small moment of
Blooming of a seed..

The ever-changing colors
Of every single day,
Is a never-changing illusion..

Like a show of shadows,
Like a show of shadows
Over the path of map,
Goes the procession of all similes..

As the reflections unfold
Upon the morning dew drops,
The drama continues
In every direction..

The tomorrow is with you today,
But this poetry called today is with whom?
(For everyone is running for tomorrow)

Only the light is visible,
What’s the way of life?

Only the sound is audible,
What’s the language of fate?

With no age,
With no aging,
With no introduction,
With no conclusion,
Goes on, this endless journey..

A rich musing on everyday life from dawn to dusk, capturing various simple moments of life. The depth of the song keeps me marveling at life, every single time, I hear this song… Are we losing today by chasing the future or by lingering in the past?

Check here to know more about the translated song!

 

Are you Listening?!

The invent of Internet is a boon and is ensuring the betterment of lives, in so many ways to numerous people. Though, the Internet is not ‘the best’ invention of the humankind, but definitely one of the most important invention which touches many people’s daily living in an unfathomable manner.

There is a tiny drop of goodness, even in the worst evil, and as well, there is a tiny drop of evil, even in the best invention.

So what is the evil hiding in this?
To know the evil, take a closer look at the goodness it brought to us.

Sitting in an inconspicuous surrounding, I could talk about anything and everything.
I could speak up and create my own platform, when every other door seems to be closing.
I could write up and reach people across the world, when the recognition in the local arena is an impossibility.
I could find the niche people, who have quirky taste as mine, indulge and take the insanity, a notch higher.
I could publish documentation on some cruelty happening in this corner.
I could learn what happens in another little corner of the world.
This has brought the world to your fingertips.
Gives an illusion that anything and everything is possible, with just few gadgets and clicks / touches.

(Though, I still believe, it could ever bring, only a part of the world, and not the whole, for, the real life is still happening, without the nuances and nuisances  of the mighty internet, and it sure looks beautiful, heart-warming and content.)

Now, what created such an illusion?
Though, the recipients of the information is on the hike, the main reason is the possibility of giving away, information, to whomsoever, it may concern.

The freedom of speech!

Though you can comment on the gibberish I post, you can’t stop me from posting the gibberish (Of course, unless, you have certain special forces on your side!)

You started reading it and now you can’t unread it.

Now, since you have been with the post for this long, you would continue reading the rest of this too.. If you plan to stop reading, right here, just be warned that the rest of this post is especially for people who think like you!

Good, you are still here. So what was I saying about?
The Gibberish.. No no.. That’s over. Here’s the continuation..

If you have come here from the reader or social networks, the excerpt just challenged you to read the post till the end.
The post started with the accolades of the internet.
Then took a turn and you were listening to some gibberish (Hope, you are not skimming the post)
Now, there is a warning, that the rest is going to reveal something more.

Here is that ‘more’!

You are still here, but just assume, that you stopped reading this after the first part or somewhere after that.
Then, You would have never known that, this post is not just about praising the uses of internet, or my personal ramble to you or even about reading contents just for a challenge in the excerpt.

This is to show a live example, that the success of Internet will never be with the sender, unless there is a receiver for the message sent.
This is also to explain that, What you see from certain parts, is never the whole story.
This is to tell you that, in spite of reading this post till now, please don’t take the words as is and rather get to the meaning behind it, than the silly rambles.
This is to remind you or have the privilege of introducing this wonderful couplet to you.

எப்பொருள் யார்யார்வாய்க் கேட்பினு மப்பொருள்
மெய்ப்பொருள் காண்ப தறிவு. (423)

epporuL yaaryaarvaayk kaetpinum apporuL
meypporuL kaaNpa thaRivu. (423)

Whatever whoever may say, wisdom is to
comprehend the true meaning of it. [Couplet 423]

In the world, where the speakers has increased, now it is in the wisdom of the reader / receiver to distinguish gibberish and gems.

Stop spreading the gibberish and share the gems. For there are many unexplored treasures lurking in every corner of this vast world. And we could have a better day without listening to stupid, defaming, derogatory gibberish and rather enjoy the gems and spread smiles across the world.

Life is even more beautiful, when the garbage is thrown out of our surroundings, as well as our heart and mind.

Be wise! Live Happily!! And Don’t forget to share the smiles and your views in the comments!!!