Stolen Impressions...

Liked this song...

2010-04-15T13:22:00.001-07:00

This strange thing called love

2010-02-05T10:34:00.001-08:00

This strange thing we call love
Of roses and stars and little white doves;
Painted black and white and everything in between
Every hue that colors the dreams of sweet sixteen;

When fluttering lashes and eyes that beguile
meet thudding hearts and bashful smiles,
Unbidden flow,
my hidden tears and lyrical words,
withering in your stormy moods;

Each speak a tale that is its very own,
Etched eternal in hearts that are sworn
to the magic, the mystery, the miracle of the moment!

Look closely and you will find,
buried in the stones, perhaps left far behind;
A lonely sea shell, opening its heart to you
Singing sweet songs just for you!

Hazaron Kwaishe Aisi (Mirza Ghalib)

2010-02-02T12:02:00.000-08:00

Desires flood my heart, each stealing my breath away...
And with each escaped wish, they grow more within...

Tales that abound of Eden scorning Adam
Fade when they face my forlorn separation from you

As if love distinguished between life and death!
I live every dying breath, unwavering eyes locked on your furtive glances

Heavens forbid that you disarrange your sacred veil!
Lest they too hide my beloved's face!

A world separates the preacher from drunken merriment;
Yet I (Ghalib) chanced upon him by the tavern

hazaaron Khvaahishen aisii ki har Khvaaish pe dam nikale
bahut nikale mere armaaN lekin phir bhii kam nikale

nikalanaa Khuld se aadam kaa sunate aaye hain lekin
bahut beaabaruu hokar tere kuuche se ham nikale

muhabbat men nahiin hai farq jiine aur marane kaa
usii ko dekh kar jiite hain jis kaafir pe dam nikale

Khudaa ke vaaste pardaa na kaabe se uThaa zaalim
Kahiin aisaa na ho yaaN bhii vahii kaafir sanam nikale

KahaaN maiKhaane ka daravaazaa 'Ghalib' aur kahaaN vaaiz
par itanaa jaanate hain kal vo jaataa thaa ke ham nikale

Desiderata

2009-05-18T10:56:00.001-07:00

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrman

Kya ek ladka aur ek ladki sirf dost reh sakte hain?

2008-09-03T11:18:00.000-07:00

From Maine Pyar Kiya...

Yeh to ek bahana hai, tadapti raaton main bhadakti jismon ki dhadakhti aag ko bujhaane ka...

Isn't this but an excuse?
To quench the throbbing fires
of passionate bodies during
trembling nights?

Not that I agree with the sentiments expressed but wanted to translate it just the same, although k didn't like the original line or the translation :p

Love

2008-04-16T12:18:00.001-07:00

Love Sonnet XVII

by Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so close that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep.

To relate...

2007-12-17T13:10:00.000-08:00

For communication to have meaning it must have a life. It must transcend "you and me" and become "us". If I truly communicate, I see in you a life that is not me and partake of it. And you see and partake of me. In a small way we then grow out of our old selves and become something new. To have this kind of sharing I cannot enter a conversation clutching myself. I must enter it with loose boundaries. I must give myself to the relationship, and be willing to be what grows out of it.

From Notes to Myself - Hugh Prather

Ah, if I could insult like this!

2007-12-05T08:22:00.001-08:00

Classic!

Mogam Ennum song (Sindhu Bhairavi) translation...

2007-09-18T08:02:00.000-07:00

மோகம் என்னும் தீயில் என் மனம் வெந்து வெந்து உறுகும்
வானம் எங்கும் அந்த பிம்பம் வந்து வந்து விலகும்

மோகம் என்னும் மாயப் பேயை நானும் கொன்று போட வேண்டும்
இல்லை என்ற போது எந்தன் மூச்சு நின்று போக வேண்டும்

தேகம் எங்கும் மோகம் வந்து யாகம் செய்யும் நேரம் நேரம்
தாயே நீயும் இங்கே வந்து தண்ணீர் ஊற்ற வேண்டும் வேண்டும்

மனத்தில் உனது ஆதிக்கம் இளமையின் அழகு உயிரை பாதிக்கும்
விராகம் இறவை சோதிக்கும் கனவுகள் விடியும் வரை நீடிக்கும்

ஆசை என்னும் புயல் வீசி விட்டதடி ஆணி வேர் வரையில் ஆடி விட்டதடி
காப்பாய் தேவி காப்பாய் தேவி

***

Lust-laden fire scorches my soul,
As taunting glimpses of your face dissolve in the endless skies;

Destroy, I must, the maya of sinful desire,
Or I pray that I should breathe my last;

Possessed by passion, my body yearns for sacred fulfillment,
Mistress of my desires, do alight to quench my thirst;

My heart ruled by you, my being forever tainted by the beauty of your youth,
Night falls pregnant with passion, dreams leading it into dawn;

My existence shaken by the whirlwind of desires,
Rescue me, Oh Goddess, rescue me!

***

moagam ennum theeyil en manam vendhu vendhu urugum

vaanam engum andhap pimbam vandhu vandhu vilagum

moagam ennum maayap paeyai naanum konru poada vaendum

illai enra poadhu endhan moochchu ninru poaga vaendum

dhaegam engum moagam vandhu yaagam seyyum naeram naeram

thaayae neeyum ingae vandhu thanneer ootra vaendum vaendum

manadhil unadhu aadhikkam ilamaiyin azhagu uyiraip paadhikkum

viragam iravai soadhikkum kanavugal vidiyum varaiyil needikkum

aasai ennum puyal veesi vittadhadi aani vaer varaiyil aadi vittadhadi

kaappaay dhaevi kaappaay dhaevi

***

Friends forever...(Vitamin C)

2007-08-28T13:00:00.000-07:00

Friends forever...

Love this song...

Certainty

2007-08-21T18:25:00.000-07:00

"This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime."

- Bridges of Madison County

When the moment has passed...

2007-08-21T18:19:00.000-07:00

"When you love someone.
You say it, you say it out loud.
Right now. Or the moment..."

Long pause.

"...passes you by, yeah."

From My Best Friend's Wedding...

Noone describes the king of fruits better...

2007-08-12T19:07:00.000-07:00

Kannan reaches up to a blue mango, caresses it, its heat filling his hand, and gives it the slightest tug. The mango comes away in his hand. Instinctively, he does something he learned from his father, and he from his father before him...

He empties his mind, concentrates the senses. He regards the fruit he has picked for a moment, then raises the mounded end, with the dimple in the centre, to his nose and inhales deeply. The bouquet explodes upon his senses: a huge delectable sweetness, overlaid with notes of freshness, lightness, sun and blue, counterpointed by a deep rolling melody of an almost corrupt muskiness. He holds his breath, lets the high and low notes invade every aspect of his being. The heaviness lifts from his heart.

From "The House of Blue Mangoes" - novel by David Davidar.

An attempt at poetry. My lonely lass.

2007-07-27T08:05:00.001-07:00

Lonely lass, what makes you sigh?
Why, oh why, did your fervour die?
I look in your melancholy eyes,
and see that your heart cries...

Lonely lass, pray tell me why,
calm the oceans lie?
In your troubled sight,
is lost, the artist's delight...

Lonely lass, with tresses so soft,
Gone is the wind that makes you daft,
Where lies hiding the mirth in your step?
Who dares leave you oh so bereft?

Lonely lass, do you not see?
A poet's fancy, A lover's mercy?
A hint of your smile,
and spent is my guile...

Lonely lass, don't make me cry,
Why, oh why so heavy a sigh?
Lonely lass, oh song in my heart,
please do smile and make my sorrow part!

Mandram Vandha song translation for L...

2007-07-19T13:02:00.000-07:00

மன்றம் வந்த தென்றலுக்கு மஞ்சம் வர நேரம் இல்லாயோ அன்பே என் அன்பே தொட்டவுடன் சுட்டதென்ன கட்டழகு வட்ட நிலவோ கண்ணே என் கண்ணே
பூபாளமே கூடாதென்னும் வானம் உண்டோ சொல்

தாமரை மேலே நீர் துளி போல் தலைவனும் தலைவியும் வாழ்வதென்ன
நண்பர்கள் போலே வாழ்வதுக்கு மாலையும் மேளமும் தேவையெந்ந
சொந்தங்களே இல்லாமல் பந்த பாசம் கொள்ளாமல்பூவே உன் வாழ்க்கை தான் என்ன சொல்

மேடையைப் போலே வாழ்க்கை இல்லை நாடகம் ஆனதும் விலகிச் செல்ல
ஓடையைப் போலே உறவும் அல்ல, பாதைகள் மாரியே பயணம் செல்ல
விண்ணொடு தான் உலாவும் வெள்ளி வண்ண நிலாவும்
என்னோடு நீ வந்தால் என்ன வா

Like a cool breeze, she touched the house/wedding-altar, but not the cot;
Slender and beautiful like the moon, yet her skin singes when I touch her;
Was there ever a sky that refused to listen to the melody of Bhoopalam?

Like droplets on a lotus petal, the lord and his wife live together;
Why the need for garlands and drum beats, when you wish to live as friends?
Bereft of a meaningful relationship, with no closeness or emotional ties, tell me,
Oh flower, what is your life like?

Life is not a stage, to depart after the drama ends;
Neither is our relationship a river, to change courses ever so often and continue on its journey;
Even the silver moon travels with the sky, why won't you come with me?

manram vandha thenralukku manjam vara nenjam illaiyoa anbae en anbaethottavudan suttadhenna kattazhagu vatta nilavoa kannae en kannaeboopaalamae koodadhenum vaanam undoa sol

(manram)

thaamarai maelae neerththuli poal thalaivanum thalaviyum vaazhvadhennananbargal poalae vaazhvadharku maalaiyum maelamum thaevaiyennasondhangalae illaamal bandha paasam kollaamalpoovae un vaazhkaidhaan enna sol

(manram)

maedaiyaip poalae vaazhkai alla naadagam aanadhum vilagich chellaodayaip poalae uravum alla paadhaigal maariyae payanam sellavinnoadu dhaan ulaavum velli vanna nilaavumennoadu nee vandhaal enna vaa

On story-telling...

2007-07-04T14:52:00.000-07:00

"A raconteur and his listener are bound together in a yin-and-yang way."

From Pastries by Bharti Kirchner.

She by Elvis Costello

2007-04-11T19:06:00.000-07:00

She
May be the face i can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price i have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That i'll remember till the day i die

She
May be the reason i survive
The why and wherefore i'm alive
The one i'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me i'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes i've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She, she, she

Source: Lyrics Freak

The voice in my head (Two weeks' notice)

2006-04-10T12:11:00.000-07:00

But mainly because this person, despite being unusually stubborn...and unwillingng to compromise and a very poor dresser, is....

She's...rather like the building she loves so much.

A little rough around the edges, but when you look closely...absolutely beautiful.

And the only one of her kind.

And even though I've said cruel things and driven her away...she's become the voice in my head.

And I can't seem to drown her out.

And I don't want to drown her out.

Source: http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/t/two-weeks-notice-script-transcript.html

Tension of Opposites.

2006-02-21T17:30:00.000-08:00

From Tuesdays with Morrie - Mitch Albom

"Have I told you about the tension of opposites?", he says.

The tension of opposites?

"Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.

A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle."

Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.

"A wrestling match." He laughs. "Yes, you could describe life that way."

So, which side wins, I ask?

"Which side wins?"

He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.

"Love wins. Love always wins."

The Theory of Moral Sentiments.

2006-02-21T15:53:00.000-08:00

From The Theory of Moral Sentiments by Adam Smith:

"How selfish soever man may be supposed, there are evidently some principles in his nature, which interest him in the fortune of others, and render their happiness necessary to him, though he derives nothing from it, except the pleasure of seeing it"

How many loves there are...

2006-01-30T19:51:00.000-08:00

From "The Mistress of Spices - Chitra Divakaruni":

Over her shoulder the infant stares at me unblinking, curly head haloed by the morning sun. The girl's oiled braids glisten as she skips through the doorway to offer me a gap-toothed smile.

It is like a fist punching me in the center of my chest, the love I feel for them...

Strange how many loves there are that we can feel. Strange how they rise in us without reason. Even I a novice at this know so already.

What is life?

2005-11-14T12:10:00.000-08:00

What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset.

Crowfoot's last words (1890), Blackfoot warrior and orator.

स्वदेस...

2005-08-15T10:00:00.000-07:00

How can you ever forget, the fragrance of our soil?
You can go where you wish, but you shall return,
In every new path, in every wistful sigh,
Your lost soul speaks thus...

This country that there is, is your country,
These bonds that never can break, beckon to you...

Just the second stanza of the song, roughly translated (with k's and anm's help)...felt like writing this after I read IBH's post.

ये जो देस है तेरा, स्वदेस है तेरा, तुझे है पुकारा
ये वो बन्धन है जो कभी टूट नही सकता ।

मिट्टी की जो खुशबू, तू कैसे भुलायेगा,
तू चाहे कहीं जाए, तू लौट के आयेगा,
नई नई राहों मे, दबी दबी आहों मे,
खोए खोए दिल से तेरा, कोई ये कहेगा...

ये जो देस है तेरा, स्वदेस है तेरा, तुझे है पुकारा
ये वो बन्धन है जो कभी टूट नही सकता ।

तुझ से ज़िन्दगी, है ये कह रही
सब तो पा लिया, अब है क्या कमी
यूँ तो सारे सुख है बरसे
पर दूर तू है अपने घर से
आ लौट चल तू अब दीवाने
जहाँ कोई तो तुझे अपना माने
आवाज़ दे तुझे बुलाने, वही देस...

ये जो देस है तेरा, स्वदेस है तेरा, तुझे है पुकारा
ये वो बन्धन है जो कभी टूट नही सकता ।

ये पल है वही, जिस मै है छुपी
कोइ एक सदी, सारी ज़िन्दगी
तू न पूछ रास्ते मे कही
आई है इस दो राहें
तू ही तो है राह् जो सुझाए
तू ही तो है अब जो ये बताए
चाहे तो किस दिशा मै जाये वही देस

ये जो देस है तेरा, स्वदेस है तेरा, तुझे है पुकारा
ये वो बन्धन है जो कभी टूट नही सकता ।

Source of the English lyrics: Raaga.
Archive: http://mosakutti.blogspot.com/2005/08/home.html

All about Love...

2005-08-12T10:35:00.000-07:00

Moon so bright, night so fine
Keep your heart here with mine
Life's a dream we are dreaming

Race the moon, catch the wind
Ride the night to the end
Seize the day, stand up for the light

I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life i ever do

Heroes rise, heroes fall
Rise again, win it all
In your heart, can't you feel the glory?

Through our joy, through our pain
We can move worlds again
Take my hand, dance the dance with me

I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life i ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If i can spend my lifetime loving you

Though we know we will never come again
Where there is love, life begins
Over and over again

Save the night, save the day
Save the love, come what may
Love is worth everything we pay

Source: http://www.lyred.com
Movie: Mask of Zorro
Related to this post.

Fiddler on the roof - Do you love me?

2005-07-26T11:13:00.000-07:00

(Tevye)
Do you love me?

(Golde)
Do I what?

(Tevye)
Do you love me?

(Golde)
Do I love you?
With our daughters getting married
And this trouble in the town
You're upset, you're worn out
Go inside, go lie down!
Maybe it's indigestion

(Tevye)
"Golde I'm asking you a question..."

Do you love me?

(Golde)
You're a fool

(Tevye)
"I know..."

But do you love me?

(Golde)
Do I love you?
For twenty-five years I've washed your clothes
Cooked your meals, cleaned your house
Given you children, milked the cow
After twenty-five years, why talk about love right now?

(Tevye)
Golde, The first time I met you
Was on our wedding day
I was scared

(Golde)
I was shy

(Tevye)
I was nervous

(Golde)
So was I

(Tevye)
But my father and my mother
Said we'd learn to love each other
And now I'm asking, Golde
Do you love me?

(Golde)
I'm your wife

(Tevye)
"I know..."
But do you love me?

(Golde)
Do I love him?
For twenty-five years I've lived with him
Fought him, starved with him
Twenty-five years my bed is his
If that's not love, what is?

(Tevye)
Then you love me?

(Golde)
I suppose I do

(Tevye)
And I suppose I love you too

(Both)
It change a thing
But even so
After twenty-five years
It's nice to know

Source: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/soundtracks/f/fiddlerontherooflyrics/doyoulovemelyrics.html

Cyrano.

2005-07-17T18:52:00.000-07:00

HER touch, her kiss, her glance - what slaves me more?
Those three define my world: with touch I know
The wind alive and merciful; her kiss,
The passion of the earth; her glance, the call
To penetrate the wood most dangerous.
She is a moon who dominates my night,
A pearl whose weight I cannot bear, yet must.
What pleasure to be crushed by the sublime!

Yet why be crushed at all? Oblivion
Is no great boon for winning love. The thing
Known, enjoyed, is the thing approached, unlaced,
Embraced and protected by one's weapon.
Why be at all if not to be the one
To carry off the moon and seize the sun?

Source: http://members.tripod.com/lostsonnetpublishing/page8.html

Only 26 :)

2005-07-14T11:58:00.000-07:00

Sit from All You Who Sleep Tonight - Vikram Seth:

Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You're twenty-six, and still have some life ahead.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I'll
Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.

The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day:
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.

Glad I found this when am still 26 :)

சொர்க்கம்...(Paradise)

2005-07-12T07:06:00.000-07:00

சொர்க்கமே என்றாலும் அது நம் ஊரைப் போல வருமா?
அட எந்நாடு என்றாலும், அது நம் நாட்டுக்கீடாகுமா?
பல தேசம் முழுதும் பேசும் மொழிகள் தமிழ் போல் இனித்திடுமா?

Maybe it is paradise, but does it feel like our own town?
Be it any country, will it equal our own?
A myriad languages spoken in several nations - but none as sweet to us as our own*?*

The original lyrics say Tamil but I take it more to mean our mother tongue :)

From my archives.

Religion, for all the right reasons...

2005-07-11T06:48:00.000-07:00

From Life of Pi - Yann Martel

I am a Hindu because of sculptured cones of red kumkum powder and baskets of yellow turmeric nuggets, because of garlands of flowers and pieces of broken coconut, because of the clanging of bells to announce one's arrival to God, because of the whine of the reedy nadaswaram and the beating of drums, because of the patter of bare feet against stone floors down dark corridors pierced by shafts of sunlight, because of the fragrance of incense, because of flames of arati lamps circling in the darkness, because of bhajans being sweetly sung, because of elephants standing around to bless, because of colorful murals telling colorful stories, because of foreheads carrying variously signified, the same word - faith.

From my archives.

From As You Like It - William Shakespeare

2005-07-10T11:49:00.000-07:00

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Venue: Arboretum, UK
Time: 9 PM
Date: July 9th, 2005
Event: Lexington Shakespeare Festival

Love begins like this...perhaps.

2005-07-08T13:54:00.000-07:00

From Vikram Seth's A Suitable Boy (no, I definitely cannot write like this :)

She did not know the first thing about cricket – even Pran’s enthusiasm had not affected her at all – but she was drowsily entranced by the sight of Kabir, dressed completely in white, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, capless and with ruffled hair, running in to bowl – or standing at the crease wielding his bat with what seemed like easy skill….The sound of a bat on ball, the rustle of a slight breeze in the bamboo, the twittering of a few sparrows, the calls of a couple of mynas, and above all, the sound of the young men’s easy laughter and indistinct conversation all combined to make her almost oblivious of herself.

Stolen from my archives - a glimpse from A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth.

The Puppeteer.

2005-07-08T09:09:00.000-07:00

நாயகன் மேலிருந்து நூலினை ஆட்டுகிறான்
நாமெல்லாம் பொம்மை என்று நாடகம் காட்டுகிறான்
காவியம் போல் ஒரு வாழ்க்கையை தீட்டுவான்
காரணம் ஏதும் இன்றி காட்சியை மாற்றுவான்

The heavenly protagonist skillfully swings the thread,
Staging a play with puppets that we are,
Weaving poetry out of every life there is,
Changing scenes, for no apparent reason...

Dinesh speaks with his conscience.

உயிரும் நீயே (Uyirum Neeye) from Pavithra

2005-07-08T07:43:00.000-07:00

உயிரும் நீயே, உடலும் நீயே, உறவும் நீயே தாயே
உன் உடலில் சுமந்து, உயிரை பகிர்ந்து, உறவும் தருவாய் நீயே
உன் கண்ணில் வழியும் ஒரு துளி போதும் கடலும் முழுகும் தாயே
உன் காலடி மட்டும் தருவாய் தாயே சொர்க்கம் என்பது பொய்யே

விண்ணை படைத்தான், மண்ணை படைத்தான்
காற்றும், மழையும் ஒளியும் படைத்தான்
பூமிக்கு அதனால் நிம்மதி இல்லை
சாமி தவிர்த்தான் தாயை படைத்தான்

My life, My body, My binding...my Mother,
Bearing me in your self, bestowing your life to me and embodying me,
A single tear drop from your eyes and oceans drown,
Gift me your feet and the heavens seem a lie.

He created the skies, He created the sands,
The winds, the rains, the light, He created,
Yet, peace reigns not on Earth,
He struggled in anguish,
and created...Mother

Thanks to Subu for his touching post.

மின்னலே (Minnale) from May Madham

2005-07-08T07:27:00.000-07:00

Lightning of my life, why did you appear?
I know not why my eyes hurt, do you?
Are you not the mirage that disappeared in my sky?

You stayed for a few precious moments and yet my palace lies simmering,
Oh lightning, my sky searches for you,
Myriad colors that dissolved when I dare to open my eyes,
I have but a memory of the sweet lifelines in your hands,
As my heart explodes into a million suffering bits, I see but your reflection in each little bit,

…a blazing inferno awaits you in my tears, I am but a delicate flower, blooming in the shadow of your tender feet…

Is there ever parched earth that fails to await the soothing caress of rain drops? Is there ever a divine force that awaits not loving festivities with welcoming arms? Is there ever a passionate poet who yearns not for his union with rhyming words? And as I wait, does my love not become eternal?

…a blazing inferno awaits you in my tears, I am but a delicate flower, blooming in the shadow of your tender feet…

From my archives.

என் உயிரே from உயிரே (En Uyire from Uyire)

2005-07-08T06:56:00.000-07:00

உன்னோடு நான் கண்ட பந்தம்
மண்ணோடு மழை கொண்ட சொந்தம்
காய்ந்தாலும் அடி ஈரம் எஞ்சும்

The bonding I perceive between us,
the oneness that rain claims with sand,
dry it might, but the wetness beneath persists...

Thanks to this post for bringing this to my notice!