Monday, September 10, 2012

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'

A poem for you by me :) :)))) wherein you’ll find not just you, but also me :) :))))

Days several had gone by in his wait, longing with dreams aplenty upon my eyes,
Like rain-bearing clouds floating the dark blue skies,
Nights several were passed in his thoughts rocking my restlessly swinging Mind,

Him, when I first saw, I knew he will be mine,
Like fragrance to flowers, sweetness to honey and colours to spring,
All in one and one in All

I am in him, and he is in me,
All I know for sure is that, I cease to exist without ‘He’,
Drooling over his looks, Living reality with him,
All drenched in his Love,

Now I know, what it means to be, two bodies and one soul,
Like strings attached to an instrument musical, yet music one,
And how like the white snow touched by the warmth of the rays of the sun,
Melts in me the ‘I’,

Eastern skies are radiant with sunlight,
And all cosmos now seems bright,
No room for any darkness Now,

Somehow, now the feeling of being safe and secure in his embraced arms tight,
Is like celestial blissful eternity,
That how in his embraced arms tight,
Gradually melts in me the ‘I’,

He is mine forever, for eternity....
I am his for several births to come,
And thus in blissful peace, in his arms I forget myself,
Because without him, there is no grandeur in my world,
Because in his arms alone rests my world....

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'

Everything that defines the warrior prince I know whose name is embedded in this ode to him
A spark of the holy fire pure,
A droplet of the heavenly downpour,
A slice of the wandering clouds in the space,
A pinch of the fresh winds in race,
Together landed on the warm earthly soil,
One fine morn, in the summer of May, a Wednesday,

Love from the harps heavenly above, oozed out like nectar,
As angels in chorus sang, stars in harmony shone,
And in the cradle of the vibrant rainbow,
The Warrior Prince was born,

Omen of peace, blessing of the divine,
Symbol of love,
The Warrior Prince bloomed fragrant,
Like the evergreen spring,
His fame spread far and wide,
Like the perennial brook,
And every eye that saw him, every ear that heard him,
Every mouth would his name chant, and about his greatness opine,

Young at heart, forever,
Strong in mind, evermore,
The Warrior Prince, and his gait,
Would make several heads turn,

Sometimes, in his presence ethereal,
The infinities seldom cease,
Which is why, perhaps, are,
The countless stars in the skies,
The unstoppable waves in the seas,
The countless grains of sand, alongside unending shores,
And the outstretched horizons yonder,
Where the earth meets the skies,

In his eyes, gleaming and thoughtful,
Are vested the infinite skies,
In his heart warm and lovable,
Rest the depth of the irresistible blue seas,
In his hands, forever strong,
Bind the grip of a protector,
In his legs forever tireless,
Tread journeys of countless miles, 

Oh, the Warrior Prince!” Some fairies say, some nymphs sigh,
When his voice that echoes with the refreshing air,
Rests in all thoughts, when awake,
And turn into dreams when he is away,

Urging eyes, yearn for his glimpse,
With every passing day,
As the moon of the night awaits a look at the sun at dawn,
Awaiting a glance from this tall and dark mayflower,
That bloomed in the summer gardens of May

So long, the Warrior Prince treads this beautiful, happening world,
As the seasons come and go,
Peace shall reign forever, 
And love will be in the infinite air....

PS: Wondering what the name of The Warrior Prince is? His name, Aloysious, born on May 18, a Wednesday.

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'

En Iru Vizhighal Appadi Enna Dhaan Kaanghiradhu Unnidam? .... Endru
Kaettaay En Mannavan Neeyae….
Un Idam Paarkiraen En Thaay Mugham Anbae.... En Thaayum Aanaay Neeyae,
Unnidam Kaanghiraen En Thhandhaiyum Anbae.... En Thhandhaiyum Aanaay Neeyae,
Mannavan, Unnai Naan Manandha Pinn, Uravughal Anaithhum Ondraay
Koodiyadhu Unnidam,
Ennai Kaanum Un Paasam Konda Iru Vizhighalil,
Ennai Anaikkum Un Anbu Konda Iru Karanghalil,
Un Anbu Neranja Manadhil,
Anbu Vaarthhaighal Pozhiyum Un Idhalghalil….
Sila Samyanghalil, Eeram Konda En Iru Vizhighal, Idhae Vaarthhaighal
Solla Thavikkindrana,
Marupadiyum Kaetpaaya Ennai? En Iru Vizhighal Appadi Enna Dhaan
Kaanghiradhu Unnidam Endru?

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'

Shakthi Illaamal Shivan Illai....
Oru thuli Shakthikku, Indru, Aval Shivan Kidaithuvittaan....
Anbae Shivam Endru Unarugiraal Aval....
Sarvam Shivamayam Endru Koorughiraal Aval....
Shivan Illaamal Shakthiyum Illai Endru Urughighiraal Aval....

Saturday, August 25, 2012


Love doesn't beget love, always. Love doesn't always multiply manifold times when shared. And love is blind not only when one falls in it, but it is also deaf, dumb and numb when the other sees it not, hears it not, says it not and feels it not. 

Friday, April 6, 2012

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'

‘Every cloud has a silver lining’,
‘The night is darkest before dawn’,
Your troubles too won’t last forever,
Then why let your tears fall?
For there’s nothing to fear,
Don’t have a sad face on.

‘It’s the end of the road’, you think,
But the journey is still on,
You think you have come to a dead end,
But another road opens for you to walk on.

As doors one by one close,
You think you are doomed,
And wonder where the way out from it all is!
But when some door somewhere throws itself open,
You will know how great the Almighty is!
And how tangles of life, with time unfasten!

True, that your abundant high of happiness lasts but a few days,
And your blessings can be counted on your fingers,
‘Nothing lasts forever. Forever’s a lie.'
But as long as you’re alive,
Make your journey worth the while.

True, those who are born must someday die,
But don’t give up hope as long as you are alive,
For in every failure lies an opportunity to strive,
To make your life worth the fight.
Coz ‘all we have is what’s between hello and goodbye’.


Inert names, aplenty, on the list, in the name of friends, with nil contribution, who neither double your joys nor divide your sorrows through soul-sharing, least bothered about any personalized posts, lazy enough to post a like or comment, though 'strangers', still remain connected, by choosing to be aware of one's activities and whereabouts, owing to a social-networking platform. 

Saturday, March 17, 2012


Neengalum Vellalam Oru Kodi, the Tamil version of Kaun Banega Crorepati (KBC), being hosted by actor Suriya, thereby marking his small screen debut, has been under sarcastic scanner for various reasons, especially with regards to its questions and the options for its respective answers. My premise is that the title of the show itself conveys very clearly that anybody can win the Oru Kodi prize sum. This as opposed to the challenging tone of the Hindi version of the title. But the funniest point is that, with so many episodes, so far, since February end, how many participants have won the prize sum in the Tamil KBC, considering the fact that the questions are "so easy" and the answer options "so very funny"?


Quite often I feel, at times very strongly, that it is futile and waste of precious time speaking to unresponsive walls. Generally, it is said that walls have ears, but I don't think these even do.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'

Upon the mossy bed of lush green grass,
Drowsy with dew drops like tainted glass,
I lay on my back under the moonlit night,
Gazing at the night skies and the starry night,

My restless self hoping a shooting I’d sight,
And I’d wish with all my might,
That amid the chorus that the choir of stars croon,
Descends from the chariot of the crescent moon,

Like the light of a thousand sunlight beams,
The one and only man of my dreams,
All of a sudden, in the face of the moon white,
His smiling face I did sight,

And pleasantly surprised, my half closed eyes,
Opened up wide,
My heart leaped up high,
To the starry night skies,

He said, “Upon the first ray of the dawn,
My love, I shall come down,
Take your hand in mine,
And with a kiss on your forehead,
 I’ll make you mine,
In that morn of mirth,
I’ll take you on a journey with me for several births....”                

Having said thus, he vanished away with the waning moon,
And my eyes in prayer silently closed,
Hoping and waiting for the inevitable morn,

Together nature and cosmos will conspire,
To make this beautiful dream come true,
And Happiness will be forever hither,

Not one of those dreams this,
That but last for a night and is forgotten in the morn,
It’s not one of those flowers that bloomed to wither,

One of those beautiful dreams this,
Perfect and rare,
Upon my heart and mind I forever bear,
Awaiting that one fine morn,
It eventually comes true....

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

'Read Between the Lines': My 'Pomes'

When dark clouds hover the blue skies,
And cover the bright moon in its hide,
Can the dark gloom of the night skies?
Snatch dreams about the moon from its beholder’s eyes?

So when you walk a dark tunnel of several miles,
And far far away there’s no sign of the light,
Would you give up with a deep sigh?
Because there’s not a ray of hope you can sight?

Many a blue waters, one can dive without fears,
For whom adventures give pleasures,
And deep ocean beds loaded with treasures,
Cannot drown the passion of pearl seekers....