இருளில் நீ தவிக்கும் குரல் கேட்டு...

என்னை உருக்கி ஒளி தந்தேன்

உந்தன் வாழ்வில் வெளிச்சம் வர

உருகும் போதும் நான் தவித்தேன்

உன் பார்வை எந்தன் மேலே பட

ஒளியால் ஏற்பட்ட மகிழ்ச்சியில்

என் நினைவோ உனக்கு வரவில்லை

நான் அனைந்த பின்பு நீ பார்த்தாய்

உன்னை திரும்பி பார்க்க எனக்கு உயிரில்லை...

இப்படிக்கு

மெழுகுவத்தி

நினைத்ததை...நடந்ததை

நினைத்ததை சொல்வதால் நடப்பதோ மாறாது

நடந்ததை நினைப்பதால் பட்ட காயமோ ஆறாது.........

ஈருடல் ஒருயிராய்...

ஈருடல் ஒருயிராய் இருக்க வேண்டும் நான் உன்னோடு 
உன் மௌனத்தையும் நன்றறிந்து பேசவேண்டும் உன் கண்ணோடு
உன் சோகம் சுகம் தனை நீ பகிர வேண்டும் என்னோடு
சொல்லல் நீ வதைத்தால் நான் சென்று விடுவேன் மண்ணோடு... 

Friendship – R.I.P

In this materialistic world…oops modern world. The word friendship has really lost its meaning; or perhaps its usage has been broadened. Flirting, dating, break-ups, one night stand and open relationships – all of them have been included in scope of this beautiful word.

While people have embraced and accepted the western culture, the words alone seem to have been conveniently left out.

Shadow warriors –These are people who do not have the courage to talk to people of opposite sex directly. They always look for ways and means to communicate indirectly. The internet age has provided them with numerous chat zones and networking sites to satisfy their vanity. Friend requests are more often than not used as flirt requests.. An attractive profile picture is all it takes for these people to select their friends (Or so do they call).  

 

Career Builders – These are people who are so focused on their career that they do not have time for any marital commitments. They foresee personal commitments as a hindrance to their professional growth. Hence they move with a person and cite career as a reason to break up a relationship and friendship as a reason to cover it up.

 

Soul Searchers – These are people who completely believe in finding a soul mate or life partner themselves. And as it happens, they invariably try their best by moving along with more than one guy/girl hinging their hopes on laws of probability. And if they succeed in one relationship, they safely call the others as friendship. And if probability fails (Not their ability) they call all as friendship and marry a girl/boy that their parents choose so as not to hurt their wishes and sentiments.

 

Flirters – These people are very good in striking an initial conversation or contact. They easily move along with the opposite sex and need a medium to push across or expand their flirting zone. And friendship seems the obvious word to do so without committing. They have the talent to move from chatting to meeting and dating and finally stop their flirting with a ‘We were just friends tag’.

 

The real problem lies in where people want to get the best of both the worlds. They want to enjoy the western culture but also need acceptance in our culture. And the scapegoat happens to be the beautiful feeling called ‘Friendship’

 

Friendship – R.I.P

My cute little teddy bear

You make me fly aloft

You're a class apart

I have you in my heart

Now please don't depart

You are my cute little teddy bear

I'll carry you everywhere

I'll give you my love and care

Don't leave me in despair

I can't sing for you or dance for you

But I'll stand by you and shelter you

I'll make you laugh and give you joy

With my pranks and looks I'll send you coy

My cute little teddy bear....

I'll carry you everywhere.....

 

தீவிர...வாதம்

என் குருதியின் நிறமும் சிவப்புதான் என்பதை

உன் தோட்டாவினால் தெரிந்து கொள்ள வெண்டுமா?

மண்ணில் மனிதனால் வரையபட்டிருக்கும் கோட்டை மாற்ற

மனித உயிர்தனை போக்க வேண்டுமா?

வெறும் வார்த்தையினால் தீர்க்ககூடிய பிரச்சனைக்கு

தீவிரவாதம் தான் தீர்வாகுமா?

என் இனிய தேவதையே

இரும்பை ஈர்க்கும் காந்தத்தை போல்

என்னை உன்னிடம் ஈர்க்கிறாய்

என் அருகில் இருக்கும் நேரமெல்லம்

உன் அன்பை என் மீது பொழிகிறாய்

ஓரக்கண் பார்வையினால்

என் உயிரை தீண்டிச் செல்கிறாய்

ஞானக்கண் இருப்பது போல்

என் நினைவரிந்து நடக்கிறாய்

கண் தூங்கும் நேரத்தில்

கனவில் வந்து கொய்கிறாய்

உறங்காமல் நான் இருந்தால்

உன் உறக்கம் துறக்கிறாய்

என் கண்கள் கலங்கும் முன்

நீ கண்ணீர் சுறக்கிராய்

நான் விடுக்கும் புன்சிரிப்பில்

உன் உலகம் மறக்கிறாய்

நாள் தோறும் என் நினைவை

உன் நெஞ்சில் சுமக்கிறாய்

நான் செல்லும் பாதையினில்

என் கை கோர்த்து வருகிறாய்

என் உயிரோடு ஒன்றினைந்து உறவாடும் தேவதையே

என் செய்வேன் நான் உனக்கு

அதை கூறு நீ எனக்கு

அர்த்தமற்ற கிறுக்கல்கள் - I

கண்ணில் இருக்கும் உன் உருவம்தனை கண்ணீர் அழித்ததேனோ

காதில் ஒலிக்கும் உன் ஓசைதனை காற்று கவர்ந்ததேனோ

நெஞ்சில் உள்ள உன் நினைவுகள் என்னை முள்ளாய் கொய்ததேனோ

என் அருகில் நீ இருக்கையில் நான் ஊமையாய் போவதேனோ...

A Plate of Food

Two pairs of eyes were constantly preying on their target. They were both waiting for an opportune moment to make a strike. Both have been starving for days together and they couldn’t afford to let go of this opportunity.

Amudha was unpacking the food that she had prepared for the trip. She was constantly having an eye on her kids as she did so. Ravi and Kripa were playing hide and seek near the pine trees and Rajesh was busy fiddling his cell phone.  Just as she completed setting up the food, she heard a loud cry from Ravi. Startled by the cry, she quickly moved across to check what had happened. Rajesh too dropped his phone and ran across calling out Ravi’s name.

It wad mid-afternoon and there was an eerie silence engulfing the entire place. There were not many people around who could be called in for help. Rajesh was shocked and could not decide on the next course of action while Amudha had already started crying. Just then the two kids emerged from behind a bush making a “Bhoo” sound. “April fool April fool!” shouted Ravi.

Amudha was relieved on seeing them both and immediately ran and hugged her daughter. Rajesh on the other hand was extremely angry and raised his hand to slap Ravi for his action. Just as he neared Ravi, cries of a boy could be heard in the direction where they had halted for their lunch. As they all turned back all they could see were two objects rolling over the mud. Rajesh immediately ran back to their halting place as he had left his wallet and cell phone back there.

 As he neared the place, he found a small boy about the age of 10, fighting fiercely with a street dog. The dog’s eyes were red in fury and it was trying to pounce over the boy. The boy finally managed to get on top of the dog and was landing punches over its stomach. Now as Rajesh too neared with stones clutched in his hands, the dog ran for cover.

The boy though was severely bruised as a result of the encounter. Rajesh helped the boy onto his feet. The rest of the family too reached the place as Rajesh was enquiring the boy of his wellness. Just as Rajesh turned around to check his cell phone, the boy took the lunch bag and started sprinting away from the place. None of them expected this to happen and Rajesh went away chasing the boy.

 The kids could not understand the pain of hunger and hence thought of the boy to be a cheap stealer and gave a nasty look in his direction. “Ho! It’s good in a way that he took away the food. We can push daddy to get a pizza for us today.” told Ravi to Kripa. She too got excited on hearing this. “I had specially prepared the food for us. And you kids relish the idea of skipping it. Do you know that pizzas aren’t good for health” snorted Amudha.

 Rajesh was very angry with the action of the young boy and was determined to chase him down. “How could a kid be so cunning at such a small age? I need to teach him a lesson” Rajesh thought to himself as he was running.

He could see the boy slowing down a few paces ahead and hence he picked up his speed. The boy seemed to have got tired of running and was apparently resting with his hands atop a dustbin. He seemed to be gasping for breath. Just then Rajesh reached for him, pulled him by his shirt and slapped him hard on his face.

 “How dare you steal at this small age? Don’t you know that it’s an act of shame?” asked Rajesh. The boy stood numb not replying back. Rajesh could not control his anger and raised his had to give him another slap. Just then a dog pounced from the dustbin growling at Rajesh. It was the same dog that the boy had fought off a while back and landed punches on. Rajesh could not understand the reason behind the dog’s behavior.

 He then noticed the food packet torn open and food spilled all near the dustbin. As he peeped into the dustbin, he found two small puppies feeding on the food that had been dropped into the dustbin.

“I am very sorry sir. Its 3 days since I ate anything. I felt very hungry and hence I took your food. I had put a packet of food for that dog and its puppies. Here is the other packet sir. I will not do this again” told the young boy tears rolling down his eyes.

 Rajesh felt like being slammed on his face. The boy’s gesture left him speechless and ashamed. Neither words nor tears would come to his rescue. He hugged the boy and kissed him on his cheeks and took him back along the road.

என் ஆசிரியைக்கு..

வெறும் கல்லாய் கிடந்தேன் இந்த பூமியிலே

உன் உளியால் செதுக்கி என்னை சிற்பமாய் மாற்றினாய்

கண் மூடி கிடந்தேன் என் வாழ்வினிலே

மெழுகாய் உருகி உன் ஒளியால் என்னை வழிநடத்திநாய்

எவ்வாறு உன் கடன் தீர்ப்பேன் இந்த பிறவியிலே

என்று உன்னை கேட்க

தான் பெற்ற ஒளியை பூமிக்கு இரவில் பகிரும் நிலவை போல்

நான் தந்த அறிவை பகிர்ந்து கொள் என்றாய்.

தலை வணங்குகிறேன் உனக்கு...உன் சிந்தனைக்கு

My Village Pics

A few snaps of my village

தமிழ் கவிதைகள் - II

சிந்தனை செய் மானிடா.....
தாயின் கருனையினால் தரணியிலே பிறந்தோம்
குழந்தை பருவத்தில் தரயினிலே தவழ்ந்தோம்
பள்ளி பருவத்தில் புத்தகங்கள் சுமந்தோம்
இளமை பருவத்தில் காதலிலே விழுந்தோம்

பின்பு பணம், பொருள், புகழ் சேர்க்க அலைந்தோம்
நாம் பிறந்ததின் நோக்கதை மறந்தோம்
இந்த தேடலில் வாழ்க்கையை தொலத்தோம்
இறுதியில் வயது மூர்ந்து நோய் வாய்ப்பட்டு இறந்தோம்

பிறந்தோம் இருந்தோம் இறந்தோம் என்றில்லாமல்
பிறந்தோம் வாழ்ந்தோம் இறந்தோம் என்று இரு
இறந்த பின்பும் நம்மை சுமக்கும் இந்த பூமிக்கு
இருக்கும் பொழுது நாம் என்ன செய்தோம்?
சிந்தனை செய் மானிடா.....

கண்களே...பதில்சொல்
உன் வாயிலாக என்னுள் நுழைந்தாள்
பின்பு உனக்கும் தெரியாமல் என்னை துறந்தாள்
நீ சிந்தும் கண்ணீர் துளிகள் எதனால்?
அவள் பிரிவினாலா?
இல்லை குற்ற உணர்ச்சியினாலா?

Coorg Trip Pictures

Some snaps of nature taken during my trip to Coorg

தமிழ் கவிதைகள்

காற்றாக மாறி..
காற்றாக மாறி என் சுவாசத்தில் கலந்தாய்
பின் கண்ணீராய் மாறி ஏன் என்னை பிரிந்தாய்..

மனதில் உள்ள சஞ்சலம்
உன்னை மறக்க தான் நினைக்கிறேன்
ஆனால் உன் நினைவால் ஏற்படும் மகிழ்ச்சியை ரசிக்கிறேன்...
இது என்ன சஞ்சலம்?

இது காதலா இல்லை....
வார்த்தைகள் வெளி வர மறுக்கிறது
உன் நினைவோ என் நெஞ்சை கொல்கிறது
எழுத்துக்கள் என்னை கை விட்டது
நான் நினைத்ததை நான் எவ்வாறு சொல்வது
இது காதலா? நான் காண்பது கனவா?
இல்லை. இது கானல்.
நான் இருப்பதோ நேர்காணலில்...

கவிதைகள்..கிறுக்கல்கள்..
கருத்துள்ள சிந்தனைகள் கிறுக்கல்கள் ஆகின்றன
கருதாமல் கிருக்குவதோ கவிதைகள் ஆகின்றன...

The Cost of Freedom

Freedom has its price. Yeah! Many valiant heroes had paid through their sweat and blood for the freedom that we enjoy today. But do we always pay to get freedom? At times we pay only to lose ours.

As I switched on the ignition of my bike the rain came pouring down all of a sudden. I immediately ran for cover and parked my bike underneath a temporary shelter across the road.

Back as a kid I’ve cherished getting drenched in the rain. I’ve enjoyed dancing and playing in rain and catching hold of the little droplets. I’ve had numerous cycle rides with the rain splashing hard on my body and face. I didn’t have much money. But I had the freedom to enjoy the gift of nature. Now I stand, hiding under a shelter patiently waiting for the rain to stop. Have I lost the kid in me?

I had bought myself a bike that can take me across much faster and give me joyous rides. I had bought a beautiful mobile with 3 MP camera which can help me click wonderful pictures of nature while I am on the move. I got a Gucci watch as a present that can give me time accurate to that of a millisecond. I am more concerned about these materialistic acquisitions that I had decided to let go of the beautiful gift that nature had given me.

A sense of guilt eroded my heart. I wanted to be the child again. I wanted to enjoy the gift of Mother Nature. But all I could do was to let out my hand and feel the droplets of rain touch and trickle down.

After all, I had paid to lose my freedom.