எந்த இருட்டிலும் உன்னை நான் அறிவேன்,
இருள் வானில் செல்ல நட்சத்திரம் போல;
தூக்கத்திலும் உன் ஸ்பரிசம் அறிவேன்,
இரவின் குளிர் தென்றலை போல.....

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பசிக்கும்போது ருசித்தன,
ருசித்த உடன் பசித்தது;

உதடுகள்......

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ஜாமம் சென்ற இரவை ரசிக்க இரு இதயம் இருந்தும்,
பல ஆயிரம் நட்சத்திரங்கள் நடுவே,
தனிமையில் நிலா....

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ஏங்கவைக்கும் இரவு,
நினைவை புரட்டும் காற்று,
உன் முகம் காட்டும் நிலா,
இவை அனைத்திருக்கும் விளங்கவில்லை;
உன் உடல் தான் இங்கு இல்லை,
உன் மனம் என்னிடம் தான், இன்னும் உள்ளது என்று...

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பூக்கள் உள்ள வரை அழகு,
தென்றல் உள்ள வரை சுகம்,
நிலா உள்ள வரை தனிமை,
ரசிக்கும் இதயம் உள்ள வரை கவிதை.....

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காற்றிலாடும் மூங்கிலின் ஓசையா?
இல்லை,
உள்ளே கட்டிலாடும் ஓசையா?
மூஞ்சூர் எலியின் பசி ஓலமா??
இல்லை,
வெட்க முத்த கூச்சலா??

முதலிரவின் அறையை,
ஒட்டுகேட்க்கும் காதுகளின் குழப்பம்......

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The rain reminded me the days I got close to you.....
The dark night reminded me the unending sms es I shared with you....

I thought we were really close friends ....
I now feel we talk hardly as any friends....

What went wrong????

May be I was not a good friend as you were to me....
May be I was wrong as usual....

I thought even if I was , you would be there to correct.....
I thought it would be for few days and everything would set correct....

It hurts...to think something is lost....
It hurts...to feel the empty space of yours....

It pains to talk formal with a terrible feeling which is stranger...
It pains to think that nothing exist more than a stranger....

Hope these all goes off with these words....
Hope these all set straight back beyond words....

உன்னை பார்த்தும்....
தென்றலின் மோதலில்,

சிதறிய பூவிதழ்களாக என் மனம்.....

இது தான் காதலா....

உன் வாரத்தைகள் கேட்டதும்.....
கடலலைகளின் ஆரவாரத்தில்,
தள்ளாடும் ஓடம் போல நான்....

இது தான் காதலா....

உனக்கும் என் உயிர் தோழிக்கும் காதல் என்றதும்....
தனியே நின்றெரிந்தாலும் வெளியே நறுமணம் வீசும் ஊதுபத்தியை போல,
உங்கள் இருவரின் முன்னால் புன்னகையை சிந்தும் என் இதழ்கள்....

இது தான் காதல் என்று உணர்ந்தேன்.....

It was a hot afternoon. I couldn’t look at that burning sun and was cursing myself for deciding to go meet my friend D who was away so many years, in this hot day. It was a great day with her. We shared all our old memories. It was quite nostalgic.

I was waiting for my bus in the stop where there was no shade. I was just wandering my looks on the road. Then, I noticed that kid on the right corner of the road drawing sketches. He would be hardly 10 years old. He was crippled beneath his waist, which I confirmed as he was not able to move himself to fetch another pencil to continue his drawing. It was really pity to see him dragging himself to his bag for that.

I felt sympathetic as many people who passed him did. They all put him some paisa (currency coins) which nearly filled the blanket on which he was seated bit comfortably to do his sketches.

I thought of moving to corner of the road to show my generosity like the other passerby. But something made me scrutinize him little more. The time would be 1’o clock, I could say surely as D’s mom was asking me to stay for lunch. I noticed that, the boy was having just water in between from the old Bisleri(mineral water brand) bottle which he took from his side. The boy finished his sketch and was holding it high with a smile to feel the pride of the beautiful picture he sketched. I could clearly see the sketch from that 5 feet distance, which was a picture of a poor lady wearing torn clothes, surrounded by empty vessels and unclean room, but feeding her baby with a broad smile. I was really moved by his talent but felt god is always unfair with his creations.

Now he was looking at each of the passerby, but didn’t utter any word for plead. After 10 mins, I was wondering to see the boy was not happy to see his blanket filled with money. He slowly moved from the blanket, collected all the paisas and dragged himself to the Ganesha(Hindu God) under a nearby tree. He slowly put all the coins the hundi(contribution box) kept near the Ganesh idol. Then again he dragged himself to his workplace, put the blanket neat and sat on it. He was having a couple of sketches near him.

Then there came a tall dark man, who took that poor lady’s sketch and had a look. He said something which was not audible, but he patted that kid, who was now full of smiles and tears. That man paid him 25 Rupees for that sketch. The boy happily saved that money in his small bag he had near his water bottle. He saw that man gratefully; I too had a feel that I was looking at God.

Then I understood that this ideal human even when he is so young, has great respect for the god given talent. And doesn’t have heart to take the money he got out of sympathy. This made me move to the kid to buy one of his master pieces, not to show my generosity but to respect god’s creativity.

Halfmoon turned an yellow full moon,

when you told me those 3 words,"I LOVE YOU";

Clearsky got filled with millions of stars,

When you asked me those 4 words,"Will you marry me";

I felt a rebirth, when you whispered

those 5 words,"She is cute like you";

I realised meaning of my birth, when you confessed

those 6 words,"I wana live with you forever";

முதல் காதல் மறக்காது என்பார்களே.....
ஆனால் நீயே கடைசி காதல் ஆனது மாயமே....

என்னதான் செய்தாயடி????

மற்ற பெண்களை கண்ணிமைக்காமல் நோக்க...
உன் முகம் மட்டுமே நெஞ்சில் முளைக்க.....

மனைவியின் அன்பில் திளைக்கும் பொழுதும்...
உன் கணவனின் அதிர்ஷ்ட்டம் எண்ணி என் மனம் வாடும்.....

என் மகளை அன்புடன் முத்தமிடுகையில்....
நினைவு வரும் ....
அன்று உன் நெற்றியில் வைத்த முத்தம், கண்ணீர் ஆனதே என் கையில்....

வருடங்கள் அறுபது கடந்தும்....
உன், என் பேரபிள்ளைகளை கண்டபின்பும்....

மனம் ஆறவில்லை, இழந்த வாழ்கை நினைக்கையில் தோழி....
உன்னோடு வாழ கொடுத்திராத வாழக்கை, என் அருமை தோழி....

காசை வாங்க மட்டுமே,
கிளின்னிக் வர சொல்லும் அரசு மருத்துவன்....

எழை என்றதும் காசை வாங்காமல்,
தனக்கு நன்கு தெரிந்த மருந்தை தந்த மருந்து கடைக்காரன்.....


இதில் எவனை? எதற்கு? தண்டிக்க.....

A small anecdote. hope you'll all read and give me your true feedback. ^ _ ^

It was a cold morning and he just then opened his eyes to look at his mom’s cute face.He was so proud that no one would be ever beautiful as his mom. He was lazily heading up the bathroom to start his day, just because his mom had pushed him.

After the bath, when he gathered his things in his bag, he found the button he had saved few days back. Yes, it was Shwetha’s when they both hit accidentally. He was floating in her thoughts while getting ready and he was thinking “I never thought she would stay not talking to me this long.” Hearing his mom’s reminder about time, his thoughts drifted away like wind and he started moving like tornado. When he reached the breakfast table, dad was still drowned in the economic times middle page. He didn’t feel like eating, but he know his mom would never leave him without having breakfast, which made him nibble some.

He waved his mom a short bye and rushed to his pickup point. His eyes were searching for Shwetha. Even when they are in the same big apartment in different blocks, he like to meet her in that pickup point, every morning. He would feel like looking at a bloomed sunflower, when She smiles at him, while waiting with her father for the bus. He heard her sweet voice calling “Hey Suraj!!!”.He turned with a smile, but that call was not behind him, it was inside him. He can feel how much he miss her. He understood, these days she is not using the bus and leaving with her uncle, who has come to visit them from Mumbai.

His enormous bus stood in front of him and he boarded it. He found a cornered place where his neighbor was sleeping with his big mouth open and his small bag on the lap. He felt pity on that guy. He again started thinking about Shwetha. “Why does she not understand that it was not my mistake? I don’t want to go and plead her to talk to me. But I don’t want to miss her too”. He felt heavy hearted early morning. He reached his place of work. He got settled in his seat. His mind was in his desk…but not his heart. He was still thinking about Shwetha.

Evening when he reached home, he immediately changed, then got whatever he had in his purse and rushed out. Bought the gift parceled and came running to Swetha’s flat. Swetha’s mom received Suraj gently as she could sense something was wrong between them. She said “Shwetha has gone to the park downstairs with her cousins”. Suraj hurried to the park. There she was, sitting like an angel in complete white tops and skirt swinging her legs on that high old park bench. He started walking towards her but was feeling little hesitant. Yet something must be done to avoid missing her this bad, he decided. He went straight to her, looked into her eyes, she was giving him a surprised look, but didn’t talk.

He held her hands and gave the gift he got. At last he collected all the breath and told her “I am so sorry Shweths…. it was not my mistake. It was an accident that they broke. But it’s my mistake that I didn’t even ask you a sorry and instead I fought with you when you shouted. I am really sorry. Here…take this for those broken ones. I bought these for you.” Shwetha the 5 yr old angel gave Suraj a big happy smile and took the CRAYONS to color her home sweet home drawing. Suraj a content hearted 7 year old, climbed up the bench and sat near Shwetha to see her drawing with a peaceful smile.

Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.

நான் பேசமறந்த சொற்கள்...
வடிந்தன கவிதையாய்...
உன்னை நினைக்கையில்.....

நான் செய்ய மறந்த செயல்கள்...
நடந்தன சேவையாய்....
உன்னை நினைக்கையில்....

என் மனமும் ....
கசிந்தது கண்ணீராய்....
என்னை நீ மறக்கையில்....

என்னை போல நீயும் உன்னவனை தேடித்தான்....
மீண்டும் மீண்டும்....
என் காலை தொட்டு செல்கிறாயோ.....

என்னை போல சலிக்காமல் தான்....
நீயும் தேடுகிறாய் போலும்....

இனி வாழ்நாள் முழுதிலும் தேடலில்தானா நானும்....
என் மனதில் பாய்ந்து .....காலை தழுவும் அலையே....

"எடுத்து படித்து, முடிக்கும் முன்பே.....
எரியும் கடிதம் உனக்கு தந்தேன்...."

இவ்விரு வரியின் தழுவல்!!!!!!
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இருட்டினாலும், மின்னல் கீற்றினாலும், இடி முழக்கமிட்டாலும்,
மண் தொடாத தூறல் போல....

இலை ஊட்டி, முள் காத்த ரோஜா மொட்டு,
பூக்கும் முன்பே உதிர்ந்தது போல....

பொங்க காத்திருந்து,
வழிந்து ஆவியாய்ப்போன பாலை போல.....

பாதியே வண்ணம் தீட்டப்பட்ட,
ஓவியம் போல.....

உன் திருமண அழைப்பிதழல் கண்டதும்,
நான் சொல்ல மறந்த காதல்....

.............காதல்............

சொல்லாத காதல் ......
கயிறே இல்லாமல் ஆடும் கற்பனை ஊஞ்சல்.....
அதன் உயிர் என்றும் கற்பனையிலேயே.....

சொல்லி தோற்ற காதல்....
பறிக்க வந்த கையைக்குத்திய ரோஜா.....
வலித்தாலும் புன்னகை மட்டுமே சிந்த தூண்டும்....

சொல்லி ஜெயித்த காதல்.....
தேர்வு எழுதி கிடைத்த வேலை.....
ஒரு முறை அல்ல...இனி தினம் தினம் தேர்வு தான்......