Unakkum enakkum irupadhu enna.
Nenjukum manasukum naduvul nizhala,
Mazhai pozhiya veyil kuraya
Eeram undaga medhuvai.
Unnidum neranga ninaithane.
Neeyum ennai vitu vilaginai.
Dhoorangal irundhalum
Nee niraindhai en manadhil.
Thaliradum mottukal pol,
Unnai naadi nan selgiren.
Oru Naal ennai arindhu kolvai.
Andha nimidam podhum,
Unnai nan anaithkula.
Kalangal Kathu irupen,
Unnathu nizhalai naadi.
Adhu dhan en kodai agum,
Adhu varikum ninaindhu pogiren.
Kadhal endra mazhaiyil nan.
Thuli Thuliyai saerthu kolven,
En kadhalin neervellam.
Piragu pozhiven unadhu
nenjin eeram theenda.
Somethings are conjured. Somethings are created. Somethings are there. What is shared are things Felt,Heard and Dreamt.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, October 01, 2009
'twas the past...
'Twas a year gone by.
She wondered silently.
Time flying quickly.
Memories fading quietly.
What shall remain?
Of what had passed.
You never think about it.
Said an old adage.
Her past was her baggage.
Unable for her to let go.
The good always flies by.
The bad rears its shadow.
The haunting shadow,
That doesn't dim with light,
That burns eternally in the dark.
Sparks of the afterglow,
Is felt at this very moment....
She keeps walking,
She keeps living.
She tries to change.
She plays the present.
But the rewind button,
Always in control.
Keeps pausing to the moments,
That can never be fast forwarded.
Heart of hearts she yearns,
To live in the present,
even with the shadow haunting.
Is there anybody to show the way?
Or is she just a lost soul,
Without an anchor in sight.
'Twas her past remains,
Even if a year goes by.
She wondered silently.
Time flying quickly.
Memories fading quietly.
What shall remain?
Of what had passed.
You never think about it.
Said an old adage.
Her past was her baggage.
Unable for her to let go.
The good always flies by.
The bad rears its shadow.
The haunting shadow,
That doesn't dim with light,
That burns eternally in the dark.
Sparks of the afterglow,
Is felt at this very moment....
She keeps walking,
She keeps living.
She tries to change.
She plays the present.
But the rewind button,
Always in control.
Keeps pausing to the moments,
That can never be fast forwarded.
Heart of hearts she yearns,
To live in the present,
even with the shadow haunting.
Is there anybody to show the way?
Or is she just a lost soul,
Without an anchor in sight.
'Twas her past remains,
Even if a year goes by.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
firaq....
chupke se dekha usko
Dheere se fida hua us par.
Ek Nazar ki firaq se
Zakhm diya dil ko,
Ek dhadkan ki firaq se,
bandagi bana diya uska
Ek alfaaz ki firaq se,
Matruka ho gaya jahan se.
Ek pal ki firaq se,
Woh ho gayi kisi aur ki.
Waqt ki firaq se,
firaq hua sab kuch.
Faraq bas itna hi,
Firaq mera tanhai bana,
Aur panaa ki khoj mein,
Main firaq hua is duniya se.
Jannat tho paya nahi humne,
Lekin mannat tho kar sakte,
Farishta hai jo mera,
Woh bas dekhe khushi ki lehar.
Dard-e-dil jo hai mera,
Uska dava to bas
uski muskurahat hai.
Mannat hai mera ki woh
Firaq na ho jaye mujh par.
Dheere se fida hua us par.
Ek Nazar ki firaq se
Zakhm diya dil ko,
Ek dhadkan ki firaq se,
bandagi bana diya uska
Ek alfaaz ki firaq se,
Matruka ho gaya jahan se.
Ek pal ki firaq se,
Woh ho gayi kisi aur ki.
Waqt ki firaq se,
firaq hua sab kuch.
Faraq bas itna hi,
Firaq mera tanhai bana,
Aur panaa ki khoj mein,
Main firaq hua is duniya se.
Jannat tho paya nahi humne,
Lekin mannat tho kar sakte,
Farishta hai jo mera,
Woh bas dekhe khushi ki lehar.
Dard-e-dil jo hai mera,
Uska dava to bas
uski muskurahat hai.
Mannat hai mera ki woh
Firaq na ho jaye mujh par.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
a side way glance...
He looked and smiled.
She peeked and frowned.
He would contact visually.
She would curse mentally.
He would accept her anger.
She would wish he disappear.
A daily ritual this became,
Till it was a habitual game.
No wins no gains,
No wounds no pains.
So the question belies,
What was this?
He was not a loser.
She was not a fool.
Both didn't take steps,
To go back or forth.
They just remained
In this static phase.
She thought ignoring helped.
He thought yearning helped.
A hard habit for both to lose,
A day came when
He became invisible.
That day she realized,
how much he was visible.
In the quagmire of life.
She looked everywhere,
Not a gaze towards her face.
The eyes she detested,
Were the ones she searched.
They held a truth,
That now she knew
What he meant..
Now all she could crave
Was the side way glance.
That promised her,
Drama and emotions
To become fully alive
In love once again.
She peeked and frowned.
He would contact visually.
She would curse mentally.
He would accept her anger.
She would wish he disappear.
A daily ritual this became,
Till it was a habitual game.
No wins no gains,
No wounds no pains.
So the question belies,
What was this?
He was not a loser.
She was not a fool.
Both didn't take steps,
To go back or forth.
They just remained
In this static phase.
She thought ignoring helped.
He thought yearning helped.
A hard habit for both to lose,
A day came when
He became invisible.
That day she realized,
how much he was visible.
In the quagmire of life.
She looked everywhere,
Not a gaze towards her face.
The eyes she detested,
Were the ones she searched.
They held a truth,
That now she knew
What he meant..
Now all she could crave
Was the side way glance.
That promised her,
Drama and emotions
To become fully alive
In love once again.
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