வீர விளையாட்டு

மிருகக்  கொலை, விலங்குரிமை என சப்பைக்கட்டு 

பல ஆயிரம் காரணம் சொல்லலாம் நீ இன்று 

எம் குல அடையாளமாம் 

எம் வீர தழுவலாம் 

எம் ஜல்லிக்கட்டு !

கட்டுண்டு போக பேடி என நினைத்தாயோ ?

சிதறுண்டு போக சிற்றெறும்பு கூட்டமென எக்களித்தாயோ?

எம் பாட்டன், முப்பாட்டன் முதற்கொண்டு 

மார் தட்டி, வீறு கொண்டு 

வீரத்தை பறைசாற்றிய 

விளையாட்டாம் எம் ஜல்லிக்கட்டு!

நெஞ்சை நிமிர்த்தி, நரம்பு புடைக்க 

மொழித் திமிரை விழியில் பூண்டு 

நம் மண் புகட்டிய ஆணவத்தை கொண்டு 

தறி கெட்டு ஓடச் செய் - 

அம்மாட்டையும், இந்நாட்டை நாறடிக்கும் 

சில சாக்கடைகளையும்...

வேட்டியை கட்டி, பேடியை விரட்ட 

வீறு கொண்டு நீ ஆடு 

ஜல்லிக்கட்டு !!!

அனைத்தும் சரி

தற்பெருமையும் தன்னடக்கம்தான் - அது 

தன் பேறுக்காய் இருக்கும்வரை...

அழகிய செருக்கும் பெருமைதான் 

அளவுக்கதிகமாய் ஆகும்வரை...

ஊர் போற்றும் நட்பும் நஞ்சாகும் 

உரிய நபர் தவறாய் இருப்பின் 

தோல்வியும் கல்வியாகும் - அது 

வெற்றியின் முதற்படியாய்  ஆகும் தருணம்.

மு ற் று ப் பு ள் ளி .

முடிவில்லா காவியத்தில் அழகேது ?

முதுமையேறிய வீரத்தில் செருக்கேது ?

சாகவரத்தில் சுகமேது ?

இலையுதிர் காலம், கண்ணகியின் கோபம்,

இளமையில் காதல் , முதுமையில் சாதல் - என 

வாழ்கையை மெருகேற்றுவதென்னவோ  முற்றுப்புள்ளிதானே !

வாழ்வில் நிலைத்தன்மையை தேடும் பேதையரே  

அறியுங்கள் - முடிவென்று ஒன்று இருக்கும்வரைதான் அனைத்தும் அழகு 

வாழுங்கள் இன்றே உங்கள் கடைசி பக்கம் என்று ...

A moment of Silence

A moment of Silence

Gone are the rationales

Buried those staunch Idealists

Right and wrong - No longer prevails

Life treads on a thin line

We tolerate... We co-exist... We survive...

Balancing as we go by

A moment of silence to the Rationales!!!

Lamentations!

Oh! The Lamentations..
How much I loved thee...
I had lived and breathed thee
But for what?
I am nothing? So I believed...

Oh, the lamentations... Not Now, Not anymore

I am a being
I am here, now and forever
As long as I can feel the breeze,
As long as I live and breathe
I shall prevail for I am a being...

Oh, the lamentations... Not now, Not anymore

Who is to judge anyone's worth?
Can never change me for who I am or what I've become
I am a being and I will fight thee
With all my might
For I am worth it
None can make me anything less

No one, Not Now, Not anymore

Photo Courtesy: Safiya Nathir.
Thank you for stopping to click this beauty! 

Lone beauty

That you are, A Lone beauty; standing small yet fierceful
Undying spirit in a dying land, not yearning a drizzle
Scorching wind didn't wither ye...
Grew from nothing, without much to hold
Braving all, your beauty astonishing; 
Not many like ye...
Mortal beings; with support they cherish.

Penned Down: Poem - I fall, But I rise

Penned Down: Poem - I fall, But I rise

Mothers are the best forever and ever,,, Amen

I had always wondered, “Why such a fuss about motherhood? It is just their responsibility.” Or so many of us think and take her unconditional love for granted. But sit back and think as I did, “Has your mother hurt you anytime, hasn’t she always turned back and smiled at you even you hurt her again and again?” Tears rolling down answered me.

She is loving, kind and always forgiving. She had conceived, birthed and loved you. Yes, she was always correcting, only because she wanted you to become what you are now. Aren’t you now a fine young lady/gentleman with finesse etiquettes, a loving spouse who can be abided on, a devoted mother with unconditional love? To make you one like this the sacrifices she had made, humiliation she had underwent is enormous.

Yes, she would have annoyed you but never hurt you. Did she have problems with your friends back then? She was only protecting you. Think back, your days as a teenager, you would have thrown your maximum tantrums to your mother than anyone else. She was patient. She hugged you when you failed, she kissed you on your tears, and she guarded you when someone pointed at you.

A ruffian, thief or a murderer, to his mother he remains a child whom she had conceived, birthed and held so lovingly on her hands when they were born. Mothers are the only souls who earnestly pray for their children’s forgiveness no matter the depth of their sins. She can never tolerate any harm on us.

• Have you made her cry out of helplessness?
• Have you hurt her or used harsh words on her?
• Have you neglected her or her health?
• Have you humiliated her in public?
• Have you criticized her on her motherhood?
• Have you felt embarrassed to introduce her to your friends?
• Have you teased her on her limited knowledge on current technologies?

If any ONE of your answer is YES for these questions, take time out on your busy schedule, take her outside, buy her a cup of coffee, and just listen to her. That’s all she wants from you for all above mentioned sacrifices she had made for you.

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

What Am I

An individual on my own
So would I be
Arrogance - Not my virtue
But tops my quality

A'int hell-bent to please others
And so I make little friends
Friends who know my whole world
And so will i take them till my grave

Patience is a challenge to me
Still I make people smile
If you know me
You and I will walk miles

I a'int an open book
Nor do I have loads of attractive traits
But I have mysteries on my own
Cherishing life with a person who has unveiled them the most...

God’s Love- Propaganda

God’s Love- Propaganda

I don’t know why people make very emotional e-mails/letters/videos/movies or even say some incidents/accidents those are which can move a person to a very sensitive/depressed/emotional/disturbed state.

For example, I recently saw a video of a “Rail Bridge man’s” son getting crushed in the bridge because he chose to save the hundreds of people in the train and that too for the mistake he had done by not watching the signal properly. This really disturbed me. Again this video ended like “God gave his only loved son to death for the salvation of all the people [innocent, sinners, rude, arrogant]. It is clearly understood that this video  was made to poke deep into everyones’ heart how it is to give a loved son to the salvation of all people and to bring people turn away from their sins.

To see this Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRZZ_XxjPmg.

This video more than sowing the love of Jesus and God in me, it affected and disturbed me to see a father losing his son right under his eyes and that too a horrible death. When I say this I mean to tell that the worldly love or a bond between a father and his son. Because we are more experienced in the worldly love that our parents would have shown us and that the love that we pour on our children. Isn’t it disturbing for a father or a mother or anyone for that matter to watch this? While we all understand and know the love of God towards us would God Himself wants us to undergo this amount of pressure/depression? A million questions arise in my mind regards to this.

But is there any other way to make the mass understand the depth of the love that God has for us or the sacrifice that Jesus made for us to give salvation. Or has the world has become so hard-hearted that only these type of movies/videos would bring them back to God?

If there is any other method how would I love to follow that and want others also to follow that in order to get close to God as I understand how essential it is to sail your life with Him.

PS: Whoever reads this, please feel free to post your comment as am willing to learn and evolve.

Poem - I fall, But I rise

I fall but I rise….

What can this world do unto me
When am the one who control my inner-being
I fall but I rise, I’m thrashed yet I survive
Intentions are limited, yet I go far
Emerged from turmoil
Energized by courage
I’ve learnt the furtive of sustenance
Rising like a huge mountain
Rays of hope hovering on me
There I glance down the “once-bound” worries
They now look so immaterial to me
What can this world do unto me
When its me who controls my whole inner-being.

To Our Biological Partners..........

A Gentle reminder to our biological partners

“The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him”----Genesis: Chapter 1, Verse 18

“So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took of the man’s ribs and closed up the place with flesh. Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of man…’’-- Genesis: Chapter 1, Verse 21; 22

The man said, “This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called woman for she was taken out of man.”--- Genesis: Chapter 1, Verse 23

Thus says the Bible on Creation on Human Kind. Now I see many women raising eyebrows, “So was Woman created just as a helper to man?”

Does “Helper” sound demeaning? Let’s see if it really does.

Woman a helper: To get in-depth in this, let’s first understand what a “Helper” means.

Qualities of a helper:

A helper is someone who

Gives assistance or to be of service
Contributes to the furtherance or promote
Gives relief
Eases, relieves
Changes for betterment or improve

Women by providing all these services are expected to help men grow in his personal, professional and social status.

Thus the helper should be knowledgeable in understanding the need and be able to help the person in need. Apart from having basic qualities and abilities that is required by an individual to serve her own, a woman should have additional qualities in understanding man’s need. And thus God felt men need assistance to rule this world and its creatures and also to take care of themselves better and thus created women with the special talents like Understanding men, ability to find means to help men, ability to provide peace in men’s life. Now it is fairly clear that women are blessed with these talents as in-born and not acquired.

Not only having done that, God also emphasizing the importance of a woman in a man’s life by quoting, “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife and they will become one flesh” Genesis: Chapter 1, Verse 24.

This verse doesn’t need any explanation but plainly says “Wife” is someone who lives as flesh and blood of a man and claims the best possible relationship to a man than any other in this world. By saying so, since women are called “One Flesh” they are equal to men and they are as important as flesh and blood to a man.

But if any of the Feminists of Social activist may feel that men have forgotten your purpose of creation and you need to remind them, take the World book of Law and Living, The Bible for it is all written there, women are created with the special talents to be a helper in assist men in understanding the purpose of Women Creation to change their life for betterment and improvement.

Legal, yet Unethical

It’s normal yet unusual
They are congenial yet unsociable
Customs are tough
Yet we live with
Good and bad, both are there
And are taught with good care
Love and hate
Both equally abate
Mankind accustomed to these untold facts
As if they are universal truths
This world, a big trench of controversies
Managed to survive with proximities
And so I call them all
Legal yet unethical…

Spare my world…

I live in my own world
Mysterious, closed and pleasant
Savoring every single thoughts
Arising every nano-seconds
Each thought becoming a secret
Each incident an art
I run a world inside me
Mysterious, closed and pleasant

Trying to sneak, my love
Is snooping, prying and Nosiness
Haunting my soul all day
Sorry, I aint an open book
Stop stealing my mind
It aint for display
I own every cell of mine – So
Stop snooping, prying and Nosiness

World outside, a gentle plea
Owe me the privacy I deserve
Plunging into my inner-being
You only make me go far
Pushing me to work hard
To guard my inner-world
Gentiles, save your curiosity
Owe me the privacy I deserve

Live my life……

Life goes merry-go-around for me
I end up where I had started
Am not certain on anything
I live my stand on my taste…

Vagabond you call me whatever
I don’t really care what matter
My wants are on my way
I pick them as I go by…

Daughter, friend, wife and mother
Keep assuming I don’t bother
I don’t have any expectations
And don’t set either limitations…

Care to join me on my board
Swear don’t cost you anything grand
Shrug your burdens let them fall
Let’s go exploring the globe…

An alien though…..

Don’t belong to your world
Can’t understand your signs

I feel so foreign
Yes ……..
Am an alien though…..

My destiny is elsewhere
I live here nowhere

I yearn for my being
No…….
You aren’t my crowd……

Dizzy I feel
When I see you all real

I lived in a wrong place….
Sure….
I won’t do a double take…..

Gentiles listen, am traveling
As my mind is steadily raving

I leave my irregular possessions…
For ….
They aren’t mine anymore……

Searching for the life I lost
Am sure I’ll live my best

Ye all live merrily
Coz….
Here lies your destiny….

Gentiles listen, am traveling
As my mind is steadily raving

And am an alien though……..

Then………. I learned to say No………

Sweet-honey natured kid was I
Sugary talks being my asset
Pleased mama’s friends -Those
Bun-Haired, Jack-Headed, and fussy fastidious
Never knowing where it would lead me
Nevertheless trying more each time – After all

Sweet-honey natured kid was I
Sugary talks being my asset
Flamboyant teen girl was I
Finesse behaviors giving me help hand
Loved everyone met
Strived hard to fight for my space – In
That little world, formed by those little creatures
To yield an identity
To prove my existence – After all
Flamboyant teen girl was I
Finesse behaviors giving me help hand

And then……
I grew

Well-bred woman I am
Well aware of being courteous and polite
But little would I want to be so
For I know “It just aint everything” – Am
Losing my edge– Am
Laughing over my past

And then……..
I learned to say NO….

In the world
Still existing are they…- Those
Bun-Haired, Jack-Headed, and fussy fastidious
They will never change
I cross them over
Sensing their eagerness to please them…
I passed them on as something…
I smiled triumphantly………

And then………
I learned to say NO…………

Mysteries revealed…

When I was born
All raw and fresh
And the happiness I brought to my close ones
Whose life I had enriched by my presence
Who had fed me , who grew me....
But what an irony
Little did they know me….

When I was teen and adolescent
Enormous friends surrounding me
Relationships that I forgot to remember
A group claiming my innermost circle
Rejoiced and recounted my very presence
But how sad to reveal
Little did they know me…

Now I am young and a lady
Holding only the defined relationships
Still there is an imperceptible line I drew
Not to lose my solitude
For am afraid of becoming public
Afraid of losing my mystery
Little I wanted them to know….

Years passing by, I’d be old
My hairs turning grey
Yearned relations by beside
I’d conceal my mysteries which are enormous
Just to make them a legend
I will rest in peace and won’t miss any soul

For
Little do they know me…

To Pfenny I say I miss you…

Nearing my house
Building towering high
Darkness encircled by
All souls resting – Yet
My innermost rejoicing – For
I know
You’d lay there awake
Awaiting me in the dark…

I’d be only happy
To come back home
Just to see you
Jumping, cuddling and licking – In you
I sense the true love

Nearing my house

Building towering high
Darkness encircled by
All souls resting – While
My innermost tiring – For
I know
Your presence missing…..

I lay there awake
Wanting you honey dipped licks
There – I sense your love
I lay there awake
Your golden shiny hair cuddling me
There – I smell your affection
I lay there awake
Feeling helpless
Staring the sky at stake

Am aware of my Destiny

Am traveling nowhere….

Yet Am aware of my destiny

It’s far and long and lies the other side

Am seeing long roads passing characters by

Am trying to catch a glimpse of the trees

But it’s the speed that surpasses by

Flashing on me the relationships I passed by

Yet Am aware of my destiny

Am seeing the seeds scattered all by

Remembering my past words used

Am aware they remain thereby

Lingering in some souls in taken by

Yet Am aware of my destiny

Am feeling the hardness of the breeze

Struggling to keep up my nose

Reminding my life moments which made me freeze

I know I had live through it

Yet am aware of my destiny

As I view the greens across the bar

I remember the relations I tried to hold close

My mission was clear; I strived to hold them for far

Now I realize they are just illusions

Yet am aware of my destiny

For I had held on something tiny

Not realizing that’s my destiny

Here I lean on you

I see the roads, the seeds, the greens

That I had passed by

Now am strong, jubilant, ecstatic -With you

My lips curving by

Contended, I look upon you

My eyelids are heavy, happy I close my eyes…

For I know ………I traveled long….