Inertia..

I am so not used to sitting in a place,

though I end up doing it all the time!

Confused...

With closed eyes, I see this world clearly
I open them only to get blinded...

In still air, I hold my ground firm
I get carried away by the slightest breeze

With no road signs, I reach my destination right
I get lost reading those signs..

In total silence, I hear all that is unsaid

with every single word, I miss the sense of everything..

Religion

IMHO, of all the things man has created for himself, this one has created more evil than good. It is irony that it was put together in the best of intentions to create a better life for each one of us. Many have tried in many different ways to create a path that would lead mankind to harmony. On the contrary, it has only divided us more and more. 

Yes - in the name of "religion" we have fought many wars and still fighting, divided many a land, demolished cities and above all, lost millions of lives. 

It is not by some random coincidence that all of us have exactly 23 pairs of chromosomes. We are all the same and created by the same God/force.

Atleast, the privileged of us, the so-called literates should understand and make people understand that "Religion is just a way of life and a path to guide us and not life itself".

I am...

I am the day's wasted sunset

I am the kingdom's fallen king

I am the bird's broken wing

I am the dreamer's forgotten dream

I am the long winding road's dead end

I am the beggar's spilt milk

I am the boat's frozen lake

I am the fest's deserted cafe

I am the soul's emptiness

I am the lasting hope's despair

I am the journey's missing step

I am the freedom's final slave

I am the champion's final defeat

But still.. I go on like I am everything!

Indomitable spirit or just another loser who doesn't know? 

..... உண்டு!

This is probably my only attempt in Tamil. 

A friend of mine transliterated this one for me.

It is a shame I cannot still manage to write in my own mother tongue

Anyway here it is..

கடலுக்கும்  தாகம் உண்டு

காற்றுக்கும் வியர்வை உண்டு

சிறகுகளுக்கும் சிறைகள் உண்டு

பகல்களுக்கும் இரவு உண்டு

நதிகளுக்கும் தடைகள் உண்டு

சிரிப்புக்கும் சில துளிகள் உண்டு

சிந்தனைகள் - அதற்கும் சுவர்கள் உண்டு

வென்னிலவிலும் கரி உண்டு

 

ஆனால், கருங்குயிலுக்கும் இனிய குரல் உண்டு

கடும் உழைப்புக்கும் பலன் உண்டு

நிறைவு பெறாத நேற்றுக்கும் இன்று உண்டு 

ஏமாற்றம் - அதில் கற்ற பாடங்கள் உண்டு

தொலைந்த பின்பும் விடிவெள்ளி உண்டு

எதை இழந்தாலும் அவள் அன்பு உனக்கு உண்டு

எல்லா துன்பங்களுக்கும் ஒரு முடிவு உண்டு

எந்த முடிவிலும் ஒரு நல் தொடக்கம் உண்டு

 

இவை இரண்டும் புரிந்தால்... வாழ்க்கைக்கும் அர்த்தம் உண்டு!

Rainbow..

In an abode of white purity

Dwelled the supreme creator;

Earnest in his next creation - the earth

With strokes of easy thought,

And abyssal imagination he drew

the first mountains and the first plains;

He spew the fires and rains,

thus formed the rivers and drains

Adorned he his pet creation

with a myriad of flowers and

crests of trees all over.

Semblance to heaven unmistaken,

For His brush was old

and the paint was white.

As an angel took aflight,

Fell his feather on His sight;

With this plume on His right,

He split the milky light.

Plumages of seven shades bright,

Emerged from this strifeful fight

And He painted his new child

with colours violet through red.

Dropped a silent hint,

whenever the sun and the rain

met unattended that showed!

Random thoughts - Drifting..

Drifting..

Have you ever seen a bird's feather drift in the air? It rises up with every gust of air that propels it higher and higher. It sways in the middle, dances in the air and defies gravity by its weight - feather-weight. It is quite interesting to watch where it settles and how it leaves to its next waypoint without a mark. The fascinating aspect of this drift is that it lacks direction and you can never map the course of this journey. Not even the feather could.

Kids often catch hold of it and play with its freedom. But, the feather is never conquered. It shall merrily drift again. Only rain wears it down with its heaviness and stamps it on to the ground. The wounded feather loses itself and lies helplessly on the ground. During the sunny times, it scaled the tallest buildings, outlasted all of its conquerors and never stopped in hesitation. The pounding was a touch too heavy on the feather this time. Its wings were greased with pain and insecurities it never knew before. The feather believes all its sorrows and pain will be blown away by the winds of hope. It bides this phase lying in soltitude and hope.

And yes, the warmth of the sun and the strength of the winds drove the dark times away. With its rusty wings, the feather began its journey once again. The drifting was not easy anymore and neither graceful as before. But for the feather, these little misgivings did not bother anymore because it was doing what it loved the most..drifting. But by now, it sure knew the perils of rain and the powers of hope.

For me, this feather is nothing but the spirit.. the spirit of living!