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 Ithaivida sirantha murayil vaadikaiallarai patri yaravathu kura mudiyuma!

Namathu aluvalagathirkku varugai tharum miga mukkiya manithar vaadikkaiallar
Avar nammai sarndhu illai, Naam thaan avarai sarndhu ullom.
Namadhu panikku avar idaiyurru illai, paniyin utporule avar thaan.
Namhu thohzilukkua avar anniyar alla, avar oru angam.
Avarukkaga paniyatruvathin moolam naam avarukku uthavavillai,
Namakku andha vaaippai thanthathin moolam avar thaan namakku uthavi ullar.

                                                                                  Annal Gandhi 

                                                         

Toys in my shelf

It is said that people become poets and prolific writers when they come across extreme sorrow or when confounded by deep passion.

TOYS IN MY SHELF

                                      An ode to my unborn child

                                                              Bala

 I see the mild breeze coming through my windows moving the curtain of my shelf;

There lie all the toys which I have brought with loads of love for my unborn child;

Will the soft fingers of my child ever caress the toys which have remained undisturbed yet?

What meaning and purpose do they have until his tiny heart jumps with joy when he sees them all set?

I see rooms which are neat and decorated, but what merry is there unless my little tramp messes it all with his zest?

The monkey doll looks at me with a wry grin; does it not tell its story of long waited companion who would comb its hair and tweak its ear?

It looks as though the deer quivers and gazes at me with a tear trickling for the promise unfulfilled or is it my mind which has consummated the mirage in the rear?

All the tin soldiers off-late have stopped their drill; and refuse to budge without their master to make them run for a thrill.

The music of the band men has become more melancholic and drowns me within the deep chasms of my own dream where I yearn to hear his gurgles and coos.

 

Ducks and geese have scattered on their platter only to find he is no where to be found.

The cuckoo no longer bothers to venture outside its nest placed in the clock neither the doves fly for a giggle and whistle.

Butterflies and dragonflies have forgotten to wander in our lawns without my child’s laughter beyond the yonder.

It said that there is no place like home, but what is it, till a small pair of feet walks and roam around?

We all wait for the day when he will come around; to flush all our sorrows and mumble with his cheerful rotund face and enrapture us with his sublime grace.

My maiden lyrics - A Journey of Love

ஏனடி என்னை நினைக்கிறாய்
தினம் கனவில் வந்து என்னை அழைக்கிறாய்!
ஒரு மேகம் போல் என்னை தொடுகிறாய்
பனிமலையை போல் நானும் நனைகிறேன்!

பாறைக்குள் ஊரும் வேறை போல்
வந்து ஏனடி என்னை கவர்கிறாய்!
ஓடை போல் மெல்ல பரவியே
என் இதயகதவுக்குள் நுழைந்து நிரம்பினாய்!

கோடையில் பெய்யும் மழையை போல்
என் நெஞ்சுக்குள் குளிர் மூட்டினாய்!
பனிக்காலத்தில் ஒரு புயலை போல்
என்னை ஏனடி வந்து தாக்கினாய்!

 

戰爭

Wars, an invention of the Human mind have had the most devastating impact like none other in the history of Man Kind. In the last 3000 years of our civilization there had been only 250 years of recorded peace. The reasons rationalized for playing the game of war has been multitude. Ambition, Wealth, Power, Stealth, Race, Religion, Freedom the list will go on, on and on. It's is said about War that - It all starts in the mind. If it is so then it can only end with the Human mind. It is an idea, It is a cause, It is an effect, It is a thought which ultimately fructifies as an action in the end. The real impact of it is only faced by people who go on to live beyond the War, whether they are victors or victims  plagued by it. War has the capacity to annihilate not only the physical elements but also the psycho-social fabric of the society. It feeds on human fear like a scavenger which eats the carcass. What has been more dangerous than the weapons which were created and used to forge wars is the Human will to continue it. Wars also provide the fertile ground for understanding Human suffering and Peace, but the lessons are costly ones. There is only one anti-dote which can cure us from the thirst of waging wars and that is Love. But it can only happen when we look at love as an opportunity of accepting the diversity within us. Failure to understand this leads us to massive fear to sustain wars. We need to appreciate the differences and  celebrate the diversity which gives us the direction to find and locate everlasting camaraderie and happiness.

Les rêves (The Dreams)

The dreams are very special in Human Life. The state of dream has been discussed and researched through out human history and we are still wandering in the chasms of human mind to get the exact meaning of dreams. Is there any real meaning and significance for dreams? Do children also dream? If so what do they dream about? What is most recurring dream in humans? What are the differences present across cultures related to meaning and interpretation of dreams?  A lot of questions are yet to be authoritatively answered.

From ancient times we find the human fantasy towards dreams getting mentioned in our mythological stories on a regular basis. The interpretation of dreams has been a subject of intense interest to psychologists, philosophers and physiologists all over the world.

Poetry also has added a lot of content to glorify the grandeur of dreams. It is said that dreams can reveal the facts connected to previous birth also. Dreams are so powerful at the same time they are very elusive when it comes to interpretation. Dreams can evoke a wide range of emotions and actions in human beings which affect their real life.

I Call him Dad

"I thank the gentleman who gave me this pen, i was frantically looking for my pen in my bag which i had not brought." I see this person leave me in the railway station and stroll past in Platform 1, might be my sentences and phrases are emotionally and grammatically distorted, but no more they are important, he is getting lost in the crowd. He perches back at my coach and searches for my name on the passenger list. After seeing what he was looking for, he feels comforted. His frail image fades once again lost in the myriad. My eyes are still set on him, i cannot resist to take my eyes of this man. I literally do not want him to leave. I curse my eyes for letting him go, but my mind still follows him and he is still there with me, no one can segregate him out of my mind, body and soul.
                                   
                                                                   After reading so many authentic spiritual books and gospels, which tell me, that truly no one is related to another, there is no meaning for relationship and there is nothing worth about love among equals, we are time and again made to remember the false chasm of Maya. The only true valued objective should be to merge with the divine. Still a father's generosity, a mother's versatility, a brother or sister's fraternity, a wife's affability does make me challenge against all great knowledge that insists us to decipher the shortness of human life and relationship.

                                                                This person who has just escaped from my vision, but who can never escape form my inner sight, has loved me like anything throughout his and my life, has faced all difficult situations with a smile always even when i have threatened not to understand this, but his patience knows no bounds. I recollect all instances when the same moist eyes which bids me farewell each time, but with a small smile on his face, the image has endured.

                                                          
Life looks wretched whenever i see him fading in the crowd, beyond my acuity zone. But his love keeps me enduring.

Sumatra

The Wind has started it's ominous growl from the east this morning. We know that it will lay a trail of disaster when it finishes this time and it will take another huge toll on our will to continue. But it is the same wind which brings in the clouds for quenching the thirst of mother earth whose fertile soil keeps mouths filled with food. It is so ironical but the human mind is limited when confronted with the paradoxes of nature. Yet another time the theists and agnostics will bow down to nature only to survive and stand up for one more time.