Enna Sollavo...

Kangal rendum

Pesi pesi yenna sirikiratho

Ullam rendum

Thottu Thottu yenna solgiratho

Adhu ellam marammama

Illai oru ragaisiyama

Puriyavilai enakke ingu

Vilakam kudukka vandhavan 

Nenjai eduthu sendravan

Maraindhu vilayadadiye

Yennai Vattugindran

Tholaivil poga maraiyum nizhal

Ullukul varugirudhey oru suzhal

Adhu sugamai ennai sikkavaithu

Oru kalavaram seigirathu

Yen indha thabam

Yen indha salabam

Yen indha pudhir

Enge indha kadhir

Ennodu Vaaramal Povano

Allai Ennai Kadathi Selvano

Vidai edhuvo
Vazhi ennavo

Solla vandhavan evano...

An afterthought

Opinions don't matter
Its only an afterthought
Till the Catharsis ends.
What is the hubris?
Question to be pondered.
There he stood bewildered.
An intellectual he was,
Amidst the white noise of superificiality.
Putting caution to the wind he walked free.
Only to be held by the chains of others.
A certain social standard he had to endure.
A puppet he had become to the whims of his masters.
He sought the anguish,
To slowly languish,
In this ireverrent world where he was lost.
Gone were the days when he ruled his destiny,
Gone were the days what he said were golden,
Gone were the days what he felt was known.
He hides behind the mask he adorns,
Laughing inside at the pettiness of his masters and the world.
Not caring anymore for anything,
As the only thing he cared no longer existed.
He was complete with her with content.
He was content with her with bliss.
He was blessed with her with enlightenement.
He was her end and she was his start.
They bridled together in open in this world.
Only for the saboteurs to rip them apart,
In the name of money and power.
They left him with open wounds,
That wreathed his soul.
She ended when she knew there was no hope.
Only for him to remember the vow he made,
"You live life till I beckon you.
Carry on forward without seeking revenge.
Cause the Love we shared will give you peace."
And beheld that vow made,
His masters had him in chain ^
but not his soul,
His anguish was his joy
The hubris in all this was the love
he had for her till the cathartic end.

Mellifluous...

A touch so innocent,
Never was felt.
From dewdrops on a leaf.
Gently tintillating and soothing.
A cool sensation breezes through.
Closing of the eyes in glee.
A smile crooked emerging free.
Toes curling in gentle sway.
Making a picture so picturesque.
All is forgiven with this sight.
All things bitter goes hidden.
Purely sweet melody,
Of all shades of happiness.
Humming in unison,
Like gentle of whiff of light
On a grey cloudy afternoon.
Discourse of pleasantries,
Seemingly becomes common.
Lost are the battles that ensued.
During the union of two hearts.
Lost are the tears that flowed,
Seeing the bliss that emerged.
Lost are the enemities that formed,
When a life was born of the union.
So pure and innocent,
The beacon of joy it brought.
Calmed the blessed hearts tortured.
Garnered the attention it sought.
All is fair in love and war,
But All is forgotten,
When a child comes into the foray.
No war exists in a child's smile.
No pain exists in a child's glee.
Only happiness exists in a child's love.
Mellifluous everything becomes,
when a life created of love
Transcends all hatred in this world.

A canvassed life.

A blank sheet of paper
Once crumpled cant be restored.
If its recycled,
It loses its roots
So are human connections.
Every colour that goes on the canvas,
Has a meaning,
some meant to be bliss or go amiss.
Who paints this canvas?
Who gets to choose these colours?
Is it time bound or bounded timely.
The idea to erase a painting,
and have a makeover,
Is impertinently impossible.
But then why this yearning?
Do have a do-over,
When contradictions remain
The only commonality between
The old and the new.
The canvas still remains the same,
Tied with complicated contradictions
That when try to assert themselves
Ends up becoming entwined quagmire.
Its better to throw the canvas away
And move on with this so called life

Soulful....

Eyes are the windows to the soul
Goes a saying thats common.
Two emissaries of sight-
The medium thats read easily.
The question not complicated.
How do eyes show the soul?
Are they envisioning the soul inside?
Does the soul envision what they view?
Do we read the view of the soul.
Or the soulful view from the eyes.
This soul has so many conjectures.
Connected with conscience and love.
Making what you really are the core.
Endearment of kinds that seems
to harbor the soul inside.
The terms laid out not certain.
Yet acknowledged by those seen.
These eyes is that of the voyeur
Or are they of the person seen.
The window with a key,
Thats unlocked easily.
Entering not hard but
what you see isn't expected.
A mirage of illusions,
That alludes to something yet
seem to change direction.
When the road less travelled.
seems to come a snagging halt.
Encountering the soul thats sort.
Is it true that once u see it
And hold it inside.
You become the soulmate
or is it just another chance
of actually knowing what u want.
Whatever this soul is,
Its you that maketh the soul.
Its you that anchors it strong.
The eyes a mere medium
to just act as the key
that unhinges the door.
Into a world of startling
Revelations and revealing
The deep secret
Of who you really are.
Eyes are the windows to soul.
But the soul is the one
that houses the eyes
Thats seen by others and yourself

Life is....

Life is a boat with sails on top.
Life is a road less travelled.
Life is a journey adventurous.
Life is a hill of ups-downs.
Life is musical panoroma.
Life is a potpourri of fragrances.
Life is a wondrous puzzle.
Life is a mysterious enigma.
Life is a defined entity.
Life is a thoughtful mind.
Life is so many things.
Life is what you make it to be.
Life is what you think it to be.
Yet imageries are not enough.
To really understand
The proclivities of knowing
What life is!

Exiting Entrance....

Folded and piled neatly.
Organized and ordered correctly.
Orderliness the mainstay.
Cutting loose all the loss.
Making no more is lost.
Playing it safe with every move.
Prim and proper in every way.
Making others gaze in awe.
The predictability of life granted.
Every turn in every corner
leading to another corner
Filled with passages of maze.
Defined exit in place
but seems like no end in sight.
Always ending up where you began,
or being in a place already seen.
New things out there waiting to be sort.
Seemingly hard it seems to know,
The holds in there and what
it never does guarantee u.
Questions of many kinds
Just an answer of one kind.
The answer within is
a given fact that never seems
To rise in the right moment.
But yet somehow the longing remains.
Like a migrating bird in the expanse.
Always etching its path
Back to where it belonged-its HOME.
Simplicity at its best
and fascination at its peak.
Ceasing doesn't exist
when being home was
the sole thing that mattered

Never does it....

Never does it warn you.
Never does it not surprise you.
Never does it tell you.
Never does it not shock you.
Never does it hurt you.
Never does it not haunt you.
Never does it throw you.
Never does it not dupe you.
Never does it teach you.
Never does it not cheat you.
Never does it kill you.
Never does it not bother you.
Never does it control you.
Never does it not mesmerize you.
Never does it occur to you.
The importance of never being never again.
By then never again you realize
You never really were alone ever.

lost and found...

Twice fallen once lost.
Once fallen again lost.
Again lost again found.
The merry go-round
of your chartered emotions.
Always in control you think
Got everything in check
and ready to board.
The map laid perfect
and the route etched well.
The variables in question
not taken into equation.
They do make a play
when you least expect to win.
The chartered direction,
becomes an unchartered discretion.
Leaving you an ace in the hole.
With what you had
Lost again to the same
thing that found you again.
Just leave it at that,
The rest is clear.
Whats in the future.
Become your saviour.
Cherish it with savour.
As it happens,
the second time
is always the charm.
Smiling you walk away
into the sunset that awaits you