தனிமையின் விளிம்பில் தள்ளாடும் வயதினர்,

இனிமையைக் கண்டபின் இல்லையெனக் கூறி,

துணிவாக எற்கவோண்டிய தனிமையைத் தன்

உடலையே தாங்க முடியாமல்,

முக்காலும் நான்காலும் கொண்டு

உழன்றும் முதியவருக்குக் கொடுக்கலாமோ?

இறுதி காலத்தில் இன்பமாயில்லை யென்றாலும்,

துன்பத்தின் ஆழ்கடலில் மூழ்க டிக்கும்

வன்மம் அழிய வேண்டு மல்லவா?

தவழும் வயதில் தோள் கொடுத்து

நடக்கும் வயதில் நற்பாதை தந்து

பசிக்கும் வயிற்றுக்கு உணவ ளித்து

கசக்கும் நினைவுக்கு மருந்தளித்து

தோழமை வயதில் தோல் கொடுத்த

அம்மை யப்பனைக் அணைத்துக் கொண்டால்

அதுவே போதும் தினமும் தினமும்

The history of life,

The extent of space,

The secrets of the mind

The memories of the day I was born,

The truth,

The god,

The root of a tree,

Underneath the burial land of my grandfather,

The bacteria, virus, fungi and other organisms in my hands,

The act of true selflessness,

Number of lives dying due to my existence,

Number of hearts hurt due to my behaviour,

Number of adrenaline spikes that I give to the ones who love me,

Number of people one can love unconditionally,

The depth of the sea,

Number of birds dying due to this post,

Number of cells in me dying today making a better tomorrow for me

I don’t know.

Red rays of sunshine breaking all the barriers
Hoping to light the day with its charismatic beauty.

Early morning silence broken by the hope of various paper vendors that one day “he” the “provider” becomes the “receiver”.

Pressure cooker whistling and vessels rattling hoping for a better future for the eaters buring the time, money and energy of the makers.

Rivers, lakes and ponds shining in the early sunshine hoping that they stay with the life and beauty with no buildings erected stomping them on the ground.

Elderly or young, crying in pain, seeing the light of the tunnel of death, hoping to reach the tunnel as soon as possible and to come out as another life again in another galaxy.

Hope is in the eyes of smiling face with empty stomach. It is in the falling leaves, wrinkled skin, spoiled fruits, sewage waste, dried up rain water, dead people that, life is a circular path and not a linear one.

No beginning and no end, infinite time and infinite space consisting of infinite particles in the universe, we are as equal to one small bacteria individually as compared to the entire universe. But each one’s hope joined together gives hope to the entire earth. Hope looks like the earth in our solar system.

Hope looks like every atom in the body of living beings which work together as a group and form cells, organs and living body showing the power of a team.

Hope looks like the stones in a mountain, arranged properly to make the finest of them reach great heights and break the myth called sky.

Hope looks like the lava burning everything that it touches with no difference.

Hope looks like the waves, which makes a great show when it comes to the shore knowing that wont last long.

Hope is everywhere. Hope looks like everything. Hope requires an eye that sees it. Hope seeks a heart that is filled with positivity for it to be seen.

அழகு அழகு வானம் அழகு

அழகு அழகு வானம் அழகு

கண்மை கருமையில் நீர்துளி அழகு

நீல வண்ணத்தில் விண்மீன் அழகு

நில வின்மையில் தனிமை அழகு

மலர்மதி வருகையில் வெண்மை அழகு.

அழகு அழகு வானம் அழகு

அழகு அழகு வானம் அழகு

பிறைமதி வரமறைத்த வெட்கம் அழகு

முழுமதி முந்நாள் வானத்திரை விட்டெரியும்

தைரியம் காண காத்திருப்பது அழகு

கட்டடங்கள் பலவிருந்தும் மறைந்தும் மறையாது

திங்கள் காணும் நுட்பம் அழகு.

அழகு அழகு வானம் அழகு

அழகு அழகு வானம் அழகு

அண்டத்தில் எவ்வளவு பெரிதாய் ஆனாலும்சிறு

பண்டமே எனக்கூறும் நட்சத்திரம் அழகு

சிறுப்பண்டமா யானாலும் ஒளித்தலும் மறைத்தலும்

மறுத்தல் கூடாவென் றுணர்த்துதல் அழகு.

அழகு அழகு வானம் அழகு

அழகு அழகு வானம் அழகு

I had a dream to fly
Higher and higher in the sky

The dream came true
The wings were for real
My bones became light.
The tight jean was slack.

But I couldn’t move
My body was heavy
My muscles were weak.
Alas, I am not the bird.
Alas, I am not myself.

The heaviness occupied
First my heart.
Then my life.
Hope is the light, they said.
But, it extended itself
Putting off the light on its way
All over the body,
Made me half dead.
How will the rest of the cells
Search for the light
When they are in the fear
Of starvation of death

The feathers of my wings fall off
My life is hopeless
Removing the enemy couldn’t bring back
The life which was faultless

Lets attack it with rays, they said.
It is the light, they said.
It is not the light, but a slayer,
Kills everything on its way,
The evil crab in me.
The photons of light in me.

Post-attack was the worst they said.
The times when I took pains to shave and trim
Changed to those where I suffer
And get bald on automatic mode.

The times when I used to follow diet
With great difficulty
Has changed to times,
When I cannot even sip water.

My half-dead cells should sacrifice
Their friends a little more
To hold on the breath in me.
To burn the light in me.

I need the wings to fly
Higher up in the sky.

I need the dream of today
To be the last one to come true.

But, I being the dream for others,
Is holding the wings from flying higher

I am sorry and
I will come back.
In the womb of a new mother.
Which is better than
An existence with the struggle to survive.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton