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[Querida]

left unsaid
letters strung together
break, swim, falter and re-emerge...
the palimsest of guilt.
is it sin?
is it stupidity?
is it vain to judge words,
that are not written with care and flourish,
indecipherable scribbles vye for the attention of one.
even ink cares not to flow steadily,
their meanings too trivial to spell out,
a line , a word , an idea long left unsaid in the way you pronounce it
so stubborn they remain struggling towards
what was first sparked.
and now lay hidden and intentionally lost
its themes too proverbial to leave unmarked.
influences interfere breathing ignorance as their will
yet writer too is guilty of burying alive
that which is safe from ridicule
better left unsaid or so it is convinced.
but how does one know unless one utters...splutters
scratches out weakly the mundane
to trick the naive
yet still cause magician to wonder
is this real?
is this mine?
who speaks for me?
who keeps me from glory with the little that i know?
the little i ache to share and hunger to cherish as one's own

all that it contains is life
how true, how not, how so?
and anything to say that is not what i meant at all.

[xlntbarani]

Hi.. Q..

Its been long .. we crossed..


I dont understand....

Why you left Scribbling ... Miscellaneous

and "actually" I dont understand what you "exactly" mean

In what you wrote now...

I dont know whether I am not in Mood or to read the lengthy one...

But Its Pure for Sure.. I never understood your total work.. ever...
but i fell between lines...


xlntBarani

[Querida]

i had misc. scribbles deleted by mod for some hopeful reasons...check your pm

as for the poem it just is my way of saying how impossible it is too let go of a poetic idea...and how it taunts you for forgetting it (at times on purpose) by only coming back as a line or a word...this is how i felt after letting go of misc. scribbles...even though it was totally my decision...glad i'm back...make a bit more sense now? :D

[Querida]

[tscii:a7cefcee74]
Pathetic are her cries
That sound throughout the room
Her own inferiority
A trigger for another’s torture.
Empty threats for decreasing pity
Reminding one of the utter emptiness of Want
...if it weren’t for Need...
Why would anyone endure
This on-going unsensical
Grating on gratitude.
<Manipulation of the highest standard>
This is not the time to point out:
Overacting.
Of blatant wrong and nonsense...
Outwardly sympathetic;
Inwardly cringing from the length of endurance.
<False-faced to escape formulation of reason>
...Do not meet her eyes...
As she voices rotten platitudes
too worn to ever find an aching home in heart.
Too wary are her everythings,
Too dead her dreams,
Too unspeakable her unforeseen errors,
<In simply going down the path of ironic life>[/tscii:a7cefcee74]

[Querida]

[tscii:037a1787f4]Is normalcy just numbness?
Only pain can tell.
Heightened sensations at the cost of discovered in-dis-uncomfort.
The throbbing of heart only realized as it echoes through one’s head:
Pricking sharply, Wrenching slowly, as it reverberates.
Interest is feigned only when it tramples throughout the body.
Invisible yet instrumental in releasing sense obnoxious.
How pill pleases those who are ill:
Never mind the effects that do not take a side.
It is: placed,wetted,diluted,mixed,pushed,forced,gagged,s ucked,sunk,drowned,distengrated:
To numb.
To return one to the norm:
That never is defined.
To return one to fullness, wholeness:
Of Nothingness.
Swimming colours interrupt solemnity...
Pulsing sounds deter away from fruitful thought...
Searingness cut off embraceful sensation...
Grace dismissed by swollen evidence...
This realisation makes one hope to see and do and breathe all good.
If only I were well...
This realisation makes one fool and lie and betray oneself
That this new way will be...when I am well
Where does all this go when I feel fine?
What is forgotten when one is well once more?
When one is one and numb once more.[/tscii:037a1787f4]

[NM]

[tscii:bcf037bdee]Q...romba nalla irukku! :thumbsup: Really missed yr misc scribbles...but this is great!


Great beginning....

Pathetic are her cries
That sound throughout the room
Her own inferiority
A trigger for another’s torture
Empty threats for decreasing pity
Reminding one of the utter emptiness of Want
...if it weren’t for Need [/tscii:bcf037bdee]

[Querida]

you.
"yes...me" (pleading eyes) it's showtime.
what?
"well I..." (eyes down, blush) slow down, more emotion
yes?
"I was helpless...I didn't really know you for you until i went astray"
do you really expect me to believe that?
(nodding-nods) no.
I thought...
(meet eyes, peer within) check mate.
No not again...I won't be fooled
"yes...i swear" (anguish, pitiful pleading anguish) how dare he question
fine. what happened...happened
(look down, stay still) quick wipe that smile off
so what now?
"I....I need more time" (sigh) again more defeated and sad (sigh)
why do you need more time?
"hmmm....because." (shut eyes. turn head. dismissed) lies take time you know...

[Querida]

what is purity but the breath we breathe upon words
the sensations that trickle through our being
and glow warmly within
the air that caresses and unfeelingly lights our being
what is purity but thought that brings awe
that abandon that comes from sinking in bliss
and not once caring if the heart will beat once more
purity is silence so perfect that perfection would mar its very sense
the countless colours that burst upon the darkness
and live only in our dreams
the art that is understood by all and none
and music sweet music that even if it lessened the soul it still would tempt the ear to listen
the light that sparkles in a newborn child that surpasses all brilliance and that returns to the babes of age
what is purity but the breath we breath upon our last
without fear

[Querida]

is it age which has tarnished this man
loosened his tongue?
lessened his morales?
degraded his respectibility?
diminished his kindness?
has wear and tear and time done its deed?
no....only that stinging irrepressible bitterness of life and its thorny path
do i hate this one now?
no not hate...after all that has been done...
after all that has gone by
struggled and survived
no not hate...no not a lot...just a little
venom seeps into all those who are no less valient than you
see how quickly one forgets under his new jadedness
see how selfish one is to remember only his errors
see how my finger points, how my words sting,
even when inside i am only hurt because of
how the finger points and how the words sting...

[Querida]

what if angels cried
nothing would be but rain
yet what they cried for would all be in pure vain
throughout all their heartfelt teary pain
we will prevail in sin as ever the same
here we would aim to blame and claim ourselves insane
happy that we have started a chant
one that will echo and drown the others ones of still us
than the rain that the angels cried

[NM]

Angels...is nice Q..! :thumbsup:

[Querida]

where is heavenly slumber
my head upon pillow fluffy upon mattress airy
my blanket feathery soft yet thin and ragged
my shoulders pain as back becomes numb
enclosed and curled up i seem to nest
spread out and straight I seem to float
the light above I cannot shut out
warmth seems to surround me
yet no body holds me
as I sigh and stand to glide
I realise sleep is not for the winged

[Querida]

i and You are equal.
Except when it is I and you.
When You are wrong (?!?):
It is the bright side that is to be considered.
When i am wrong, so very wrong....:
There are not sides to dark.
When You are RIGHT:
There is no other way to be any other way.
When i am right (???):
i am not when right am i.
when we are right:
it is not we but You and me along for pity.
when we are wrong:
it is not we but me and You along for pity.
when they are wrong:
You knew it and still so what?
when they are wrong:
it still is my wrong though You knew it and cared to tell...
when they are right:
naturally that is You too.
when they are right:
naturally that is not me too.
when everyone but me is right:
that is everyday.
when everyone but You is right:
that is does not exist day.
when me but everyone is wrong:
that is when You and everyone else is right.
because equal You and i...
but never I.

[Badri]

Wow Q!!! That last one simply blew my mind!!!

This You...who is this You?

[Querida]

really? Thanx... :D
it's not Me...it's just i... :)

[Badri]

really? Thanx... :D
it's not Me...it's just i... :)

No no, I meant who was the "You"

I can understand the "i" and the "I"

Just trying to figure out the "You"

[Querida]

haha my bro :roll: :D

[Badri]

haha my bro :roll: :D

Figured something like that!! Although, this is more suited for a husband as the i and the wife playing the almighty You!! :wink:

[Querida]

:lol: i thought you'd say that...however they will be we even if i and you say otherwise :roll:

i see too much...
too sharply, strongly
too vividly, viciously

i miss the light...
not chemical
not that cruel piercing imperfection revealing lit object.

why not some dimness...?
some smoothness...
some dark to wrap around softly but not at all less...
some thing hidden...
some thing saved...
some thing for one to know and one to find out...

let the light be created,
let it slowly fade the light-maker.
let it lick, slide, drip, drop, fall, fly and burn...
let it leave a trace as all living things do...
let it spark, grow, flame, flicker, falter...
let it live
and as all let it leave.

[NM]

Hmmmm...Q....that was very nice! :thumbsup:

[Querida]

let me reach out
and touch upon a word
a word that lets you share
that which i feel
and fail to tell
how it scars the soul
every shudder that trembles as those memorable wounds are touched upon once more....
why should you not know how it feels
to hear the morning dew whisper
to feel the pulses of loving words
to see the heavenly sound of melodies
bitter tears shared have a sweetness of their own
and however love may be praised it too grows jealous
of not being felt the same by all

[Querida]

i have been found out
blatantly pathetic there i stand too defeated to even try to remember how upright i stood
how every one of your innocent encouragements were in vain
nothing was to match my ego
its revel in all its blindness
the extent of your pity stings me, needles me,
how raw wound suffers in acid as syrup however sweet is poured
how cruel that this pain is not rescuingly fatal
it stays so that i must endure your forced praise
every bit of expectation and attention
that which let me gloat
and simper in all the smugness
now causes to wrench slowly the very heart that burst with pride
your eyes too deep they are
they see too much in me
i cannot stand how they enter and see yet fail to acknowledge
but acknowledged it stays within the very wavering of your glance
the very silence that falls when you ask and i stay soundless
soundless so that you may hear the screams of humiliation that rack me within
as you continue to wipe away tears that i cannot touch
let its vain salt burn the very face that is unable to utter truth

[Querida]

guilt is a serpent which slithers
holding appled innocence in its fangs
as it moves deeper into the world
so does its venom into fruity flesh
but ahhh how deception works to only
make this fruit more jubliant to the fazed eye
it is only after the gift already greedily enjoyed
that the slider's trick and treat embitters
slowly it taints beating heart so that it beats for oneself
forgetting it beats for every and all
silently it ladens the tongue with little lies wrapped up in white
forgets the tool its purpose to converse not curse
sickens the mind as it turns it against all
yet...yet it is only itself that has been intellectually infected
suffers the whole and cause it to accuse all but itself
and soul now knowing but under spell slickens its surroundings
so that snake may spy and spread silently still more

[Badri]

Q: Are you/have you majored in English Literature??

Your poems rock!!! :clap: :clap: :thumbsup:

[Querida]

what use do you serve
nothing that is done by you
is as it is felt
why then do i remain your slave
struggle with the little you have given me
to tell others of your inepitude
as they despair at my attempts with safe silence
i become ever more frantic to describe
what happens when i try to feel through things that have a life of their own
yet remain silent as all the others
what use do you serve
to torture a slave that knows nothing
but to serve....

[Querida]

is love the enjoyment of the moment hoping that it never ends?
it is the yearning for a moment that will never come
is love saying i love you and meaning it?
it is saying i love you silently masking its meaning from fear of being heard
is love knowing you should say i love you more often?
it is not being able to say it at all
is love remembering the sweet times spent together?
it is living in the minute moments that takes a bit of you each time
is love feeling hatred at only the moment of anger?
it is living in hatred of not being loved
is love leaving your loved one in tears?
it is leaving without ever telling them they are loved
is love the way you make sure to be beside your lover at all times?
it is the pain of staying beside and yet so far away in relisation
is love the giving up for the sake of peace?
it is the giving up of love for the everyone's sake but yours
is love wanting to touch and wanting to be touched?
it is when the touch of breath upon words for you is enough
is love wanting to be together always?
it is hoping to be together but knowing it is never

[Querida]

there she stands
straight-backed and silent
staring yet mindful to be modest
weary from work yet satisfied at accomplishment
looking quite grim and serious
knowing smiles are rare but not proper to flaunt
starched and simply elegant white saree pleated just so
knowing that no one but herself would criticize harshly wearing anything else
jewellery lightly worn after much persuasion
knowing fully the pride and gratefulness of being cajoled
eyes seem weakened yet focussed
trying hard to hold all the wiseness and love that glints within her eyes
there she stands
in my mind's eye
no photograph to be held
but memory to create
from sheer admiration and respect
hoping that she too knows this

[NM]

Q........keep going! Love all your scribbles..... :thumbsup: U really have the talent!!!

[Querida]

awww thanx NM hon.... :D

"Fleeting Flirtation"

there is an art:
which each of us create
anew each encounter,
whatever day.
...safely exhilarating...
...securely coy...
...furtive, fleeting, taboo...
though willingly inate.
silent observers swear by it:
the glance, the presence, the immense haughtiness.
innocent...yet charged with minute passion.
a glance met...
as a mask slides upon each players' face:
a mute drama begins.
simple scintillation that will not end in disgrace.
around each involvee there a force field is set:
actions of the other magnified,
leaving all else oblivious.
engaged in this duel of strangers two,
interest is feigned upon all else but the other,
so daringly they counter each others' broach of space.
the untouched brush:
so close, so close...
to reach out and trace a finger upon....
yet moment by moment intimacy,
cannot purely connect them.
so there one and one,
stay each unknown:
to continue their glance
to continue their silent dance

[Querida]

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
endless melodies melt into me...leave your trace...i beg of you...leave an embrace
soul leave me without myself
bliss lift me into clouds as tears trickle me down me
do my eyes sparkle as within?
breath flows to breathe words that will never be heard
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
it pains as it pains as it pains as it....
don't say it...notaword..not...a....
i know you felt it as i
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[NM]

:clap: :clap: :clap:

[Querida]

i let go
why must you still not do so?
i let go with much
what is it for you with nothing
to leave me be
why is it i cannot close my eyes and be without you
but you have cut me off and still bind me to your will
as i stare searching reliving ever without release
you live and leave me staring ever after you
is this always to be
i reach and fall
you need not reach and have no way to fall
you care not for i can not but care
yet i let it go
i let it all go
so not to let go
of you...

[Querida]

where was i. . .
when i was here before?
what makes me so sure that i have done all this. . .
now again as once before??
what mistakes lie in wait.
what consequences lay their trap.
when i make the same error:
<realizing that all this must be done again>
what things have outwardly changed,
only to remind within that they are the same as ever.
what souls have found new places to hide,
where eyes miss what instinct knows.
shyly i walk by those who are kin. . .
boldly i rely on those who never exist. . . .
merely i pass by all that is new. . .
only to once more pause.
edge towards that familiar place. . .
[where yawning pit awaits my usual arrival]
why
do
i
?
.
.
.
.
.
. .. ..f
. ... ...a
. .. ... ....l
..................l . . .
knowing there is no ending............................................ ............................
. . .only the very beginning.
. . .once more. . .

[malligai]

Q,

ur poems r alwayss so different...

//where was i. . .
when i was here before?
what makes me so sure that i have done all this. . .
now again as once before?? //---nice

[Querida]

[tscii:b46cf24bc9]Pearly maidens swirl towards existence
Waltzing upon marbled sea
Frothing in frenzy they swell together
Ever nearing the point of return
Do they escape to only return?
Or do they return only to escape?
As they perish on the threshold of foam
Ebbing aquatic souls reincarnate in successive waves
Hopelessly they wait upon Neptune’s grace
Whirling in an ecstasy ever showering the fluid folds with their translucent gems
Dissipating into liquid depth, resurfacing to join the mer-melee
Gracefully surging towards the siren’s lure
In desire to reach beyond the horizon
To sashay past the cascading crescents
Flowingly fleeing the curves of the thunderous crush [/tscii:b46cf24bc9]

[NM]

[tscii:4fa74ce65c]Pearly maidens swirl towards existence
Waltzing upon marbled sea
Frothing in frenzy they swell together
Ever nearing the point of return
Do they escape to only return?
Or do they return only to escape?
[/tscii:4fa74ce65c]

Beautiful lines................. :thumbsup:

[Querida]

i'm stuck
and don't mind being so
i'm too afraid to move forward
and too afraid to stay behind
secretly i sigh that delays made are out of my hands
but miserable that i will be left back
the world's most preciously deemed
i waste without outward regret
time and money galore
has gone and i bemoan the reason to need more
silently i must remain as in of me
meaninglessly dreading the festering
that seems only to point towards ruthless consequences
making my senses acute and numb and to sense no more
yet more aware am i of this urgent whisper of idle
as i am at the quickening and ever-knocking of my heart
and the foolish inability to do nothing more than to move forward
and remain tormentedly stuck...

[Querida]

she sat clumsily against the grimy brick wall
staring straight ahead to avoid my sharp glance
her hair lay greasy and plastered to her face
dark and congealed like tarrish glue
lazily her hand lay open to catch the piercing needles from above
sighing i sat aside her
defiant to remain as wordless as she
to stay still as icyness wetted my garments
even as the torrent of freezy drops
snaked down my goose-pimpled neck
she lay her head calmly upon numb shoulder
and slid heavily into sitter's lap
upon her flustered face
stared two crimson-stained eyes
cheeks a blush
lips parted in scarlet
hued tears had lay upon eyelashes
and run rivulets upon her rosy-pale face
cherried were her hands
all sticky with sweet iron scent
she lay there refusing to utter a word more
almost but never....no never her...almost less a little of life
she lay in my drizzle laden arms
drenched in rain and red...

[Querida]

tainted thine typed out tryings
verbage together litter a page
what more is there but lesser whats
riffled through and written out as rejected
over confidence over
rhythm somewhere lost
devices to lie have proven true in their bitter lies
meaning yet means to change
to whatever it meant to matter

[Querida]

harmless aren't i?
never a look away
never more than a few words to say
ever a smile thought not sad if certainly lost
ever a twinkle moreso reflection than any other spirit
surely i say too much
and not mean much
surely i say but one word
and mean simply everything with only my unmet glance
when you look upon
do i not seem not here
intangled within my own yearn-keen-dream and all other ings
too dark and painful to delve and keep
how very little harm they will do so at first...

[Querida]

Such seething words
Spoken ten-fold
Spat vehemently
Stuttered outragedly
Stammered despisedly
Could not
Sear as your silence does

[Querida]

[tscii:0349e1a6ae]As his papery skin rustles at my touch
I look into his once fiery cold eyes
Now all but closed and pale
Only now I gaze upon his pallidness
Ever before he beseeched to leave him be
His feverish countenance so vivid so hungry
All I saw of his fine days to be fully lazy and sated
My slumber ever unacquainted
His sombreness and secrecy ever unquestioned
Always so cold and deep
And then asudden glowing red within
Amused yet distant
Almost afeared to be near me
Yet now here he begs afore me
Dry lips move to whisper
For just one soft light
Rejuvenating
Bite[/tscii:0349e1a6ae]

[Querida]

let me live my life as a leaf.
let me lift and leave as they do.
they beg not to let go of limb...
but they go nevertheless, their greeness outgrown.
their brightness only crumbled to rustling brown bits.
as i watch whether trampler will rake them back to me...
they do not stay as i do.
i alone cannot bear each of them to go.
leaving me so bare and barren once more.
let eternal winter slay me through once.
lashes no more, no one hears my white muffled cries.
crack me in two and be done with your icy touch.
let not Spring come again with her adornments,
they mean nothing to me no more.
Sultry Summer with her,
blush of petit sweet offerings.
my bitterness ever taints them...
carressing eyes yet shriveling tongues.
etch not your beloveds upon me...
i promise your parting,
under my very boughs.

[Shakthiprabha.]

oh querida,

I enjoyed every single post by u.

Words just not only sunk deep in, but played around
with emotions akin to the one described.
I just not read ur posts I LIVED UR POSTS.

Keep writing. WONDERFUL.

[Querida]

Shaktiprabha! :D
So our angel returns with heavenly words as well? :)
It is all nice to praise yet still hold back your praise-fulled poems..
let me be your admirer as well...post or direct me to your poetic posts please

[Querida]

[tscii:802fa84663]" THANKS To YOU "

What happened here?
What? well.
No reason to get...
No! no, I don’t want to know!
What about ME?
Some attention?
What please?!?
No, now!!!
I mean it’s not like,
Well ok.
Busy
But it’s not like,
Uhhh, yeah:
Tired
like ME!
But not so same
But aren’t I your one and only
Plus two (but yeah they don’t count)
I so KNOW...

Ugh I feel SO tired
Sooooo sick
So like
Nah-uh I feel worse.
well ME too
Well not TOO
Just ME, but you were
Well I was
busIER
TIREDEST...
No rest at all...
No time for ME...
Exactly like:

But well little less
So I feel
Just bad but less
Than
YOU...

Yes.
but
well
So SHOULD i?
I mean...
can i?
No???
What me?
no, no, it’s nothing.
really....
Really???
But yeah i know that
But YOU
It's
Ok?
Sorry? Why sorry?
Uh yeah sure...
Thanks?
Just for that?
Well:
Really THANKS from
YOUR ONE and ONLY
I so KNOW...
Yeah yeah and those two...
.
.
.
NOT![/tscii:802fa84663]

[xlntbarani]

:)

[NM]

Queri....keep going....!! Love yr posts n the ones in the Hub mag.. :D :D

[Shakthiprabha.]

hi querida,

My poems are mostly in tamizh. I do occasionally TRY to scribble some thoughts in poetic english.

If someday its as worthy as urs, I WOULD DIRECT it to U.

Good going. Plese keep writing.

[Querida]

I hate to love you:
I am always yours,
I nor you are ever mine,
but as yours, as yours...as your only own...
I yearn...
for ours.

Everloving I:
beg among the multitude,
but you are darkness' fair,
to give but kingly precious few...
an essence of alms to sustain the pleader more.

No other would befall this curse of me:
no other would want me wholly,
yet you who desired no thing of me,
live with the all of me without me ever there.

In my wounded soul:
I have placed you piercing deep,
yet still you wander...
still my heart do reap.

I wait upon the day:
where your hand will clasp your indebted one,
and ask of why no so closeness?

I will breathe the very air:
that you will move to form,
the words of change.

And there I will:
part my lips,
to sigh...
to seal.
but cry with my soul
returned,
to hate to love you:
and still why I will ever
yearn.

[Querida]

[stop]

so there we are
and here we are walking
yes yes i remember we were talking about the ships, the water, the scenery, oh my God i can't believe he caught that!

[pause] [back] [back] [forward] [back] [pause]

there we are
and here we are
sometimes i remember what the voices once said
wait i believe he...

[pause] [back] [pause] [back]

there are
and here are
once i thought i knew what sounds were like
wait that him...

[stop]

there
here
i
he

[play]

[Querida]

i know that look!
i know every word, that is unspoken,
that lies within that look.
[why of so many do share the same]
that little jump, the little brow crinkled,
the little voice inside echoes: 'why are you this way?'

i know those words!
i see every word before, it is spoken,
it lies within your mind.
and spills forth from confidence reassured,
[why of so many do share the same]
that little quirky smile, the little fear,
the casual-sounding voice stammers: "you're not like the others"

i know that very thought!
i hear it before, it is even formed,
it lies within your questioning soul.
and struggles to come forth,
[why of so many do share the same]
that little contemplation, the little preoccupation,
the little wonder that catches you by surprise: "why do you not belong?"

yes but none ever voice nor think nor see...
that i cannot help,
but be me.

[Querida]

is there ever
a day that goes by
that tears do not fall from the burdened eye?

A stony front
stubbornly tries
to seal its bleeding cracks.

no words are heard, or so pretence vainly suggests.
those pronounced: spat like bitter darts...
visuals all selectively vindictive:
geniusly taint.
needling silence blinds struggling reason,
irritating the very
welling,
burning,
searing,
pit of wrathful fire.

[Querida]

ahem just for fun... :smile2:

somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
there's a sound.
nowhere can it be seen or sad-ly found.

somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
there's a sound.
nowhere can it be seen or sad-ly found.

there's no con-trol...
going men-tal.

truth stings and deeply bites
souls on fire
enlighten spite.

search no rea-son...
out of reach but plea-sing.

somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
there's a sound.
nowhere can it be seen or sad-ly found.

[Querida]

a shallow feeling ferments
sight a contemptous slit
smileless lines align to enclose
a sharply curling serpent worm.

You know what would be good right now?
an end.
Yeah an end.
so i have to never
contemplate all the misery spent
on thinking how much longer?

how much longer?
wrong assumptions, vicious insinuations, unfair comparisons, vile insults, biased sidings....
anything to calm
the bale-ful twisten
victors.

until finally someone admits
the foundation's breaking.

I must be buried alive
fully rotting already
feed upon the very hate that
seeps from my inescapable trap.

[Querida]

the listening ear
does sometimes wish
that its lips did not advise so well.

rough dullish vessals
live to keep
much hidden well.

stones lay in strewn in one's path
so that through trips
one will know how to fall
a little more well.

hope and nectared dreams
stay and seem to
keep all going quite well.

a selfish heart always
will wish its tears
were not such an endless well.

[Querida]

help me please.
i would like to be lost.

don't let me leave
i just might want to see.

find me please.
i keep meandering
just so you would.

live for me
i want to remember
dying again.

dream for me please
if i wake i'm afraid
i will live.

speak my words for me
i do not want to say
what i want to.

smile for me please
i do not want the
tears to stop.

continue with me.
if i lead
i will wish
to keep me
in you.

[Querida]

there is a break in the circle.

going...

there is a break in the circle.

finding...

there is break in the circle.

turning...

there is break in the circle.

following...

there is a break in the circle.

leaving...

there is a break in the circle.

turning...

there is a break in the circle.

going...

[Querida]

wretched troll
with your slimy scroll

why must you tell me
all that
i must never know?

meticulously written my cursed fall
your flickering tongue my rueful name repeatedly calls

why must you speak of
all that
I must deny to know?

gleefully my heart you continue grasping
your vile words in my ear stay rasping

why must you sing of
all that
i must fight to know?

trampling my very grave you twirl and dance
ramming dirt into breaths of chance

why must you prophetize
all that
i must die to know?

[NM]

gleefully my heart you continue grasping
your vile words in my ear stay rasping

trampling my very grave you twirl and dance
ramming dirt into breaths of chance
simply beautiful! :thumbsup: queri, keep going....!

[Querida]

Oh Icarus!

Let me burn

let me burst the sky

Touching that valiant sun


floundering i drown upon these wetly wings


i dream of scarring wax

while you disappear into light

the sun ignites your soul


while the moon embitters me with her dance of waves


destiny lifted you higher

cowardice tempted me low

you are nothing more

I am with too much


let us cross


so that I may sink in sun

while you swim

[Querida]

at times when i forgo my need of hapiness,
i am ushered unknown into a knowledge fully blessed...

that i have two friends who freely come and go as my foes,
for i know that these two love me with all their hearts and hate only what i fail to learn and know.

their guidance strong,
my freedom entrusted.
their love unconditional,
my oppurtunities made unlimited.

their depthless understanding and efforts,
to the follies and foolishness,
that i have met.

their ever-reaching dreams,
that reach my heart but not realization.
brought up in perfection
but caught up in illusion.

[Querida]

forgive and forget.
such empty words...

(better shattered to shreds,
let rabid through the veins,
to tear up and taint,
what beats filthy...)

take a dip
a little will drip
let some slip
why yes...
why not a sip?

forget to forgive.
such festering words...

better left to stain
searing through the heart
that cries out
for revenge.

[Querida]

words allude me...
running blindly,
unlike similies,
unread metaphors,
all escape me.
to exist still more,
in my fitful thoughts.

really i mean it:
this is what i have done.
this is what i have always meant.
this is what i will always know.
this is what you will always see.
really that's all there is,
only i wish it were true.

i must find myself..
within the very mazes,
of your past tense.
whatever was remembered ago.
i must find myself...
where i did exist.
where i wondered and whispered:
think of me.
i am no stranger.
i knew you...
is that not enough
to find where i never was
until now...

[shambhavi]

hey your poetry is simply mind blowing :D hope you like a poem of mine
MISERY
I look around to find a friend all that I see are a thousand corpses
I yearn to hold a hand pulsating with warmth all that I see is my own decayed to the bone
I look upto the skies hoping to be overwhelmed by a blue so beautiful
The sky has darkened and threatens to erupt like a long dormant volcano
And then the rains lash out, I seek protection but refuge is nowhere in sight.
Despair, agony and fear vie for supremacy; to feel so alone
This I fear is my vision of universal misery

[Querida]

Really? Thank you! :D i hope you're not just saying that for politeness sake :)

I really like the deep feelings you have conveyed in your poem and the way you through description, you intensify the miserable tone of the poem.
I can only say it reads more like a narrative than a poem...
it's like you enmesh the intense parts within explanation
do you understand what i mean? But of course is just a matter of rearranging your great creative ideas to flow more. :D As you could see i have the very same issue that i push myself to work at each time i write.

[shambhavi]

no honestly ur poems are awesome and i totally identify with what your saying, it is more like a narative because it is all that my heart wishes to say.thank you for enjoying the poem coz i was not sure if it was any good :D

[Querida]

A name
creates...
what has
been
let go.
stealing peace.
demanding an identity
that has yet to grow...
yet to feel the very curvatures
of its letters
writ in its
birth-flesh being.

[Querida]

Dear Destiny,

thou art but a mistress,
mover of a mere mortal will,
that yet shapes all that you usurp.

let it be..
it is not fate.
i find it not in the stars.
it is only...
your reason that rules over a life.

it struggles still..
towards the Light...
that does not exist.

[Querida]

journey to the innocence
of a budding's tired cry
music to the ear
that softly forgets
what fate it has set forth
what death will take
because he has more heart
than that which moves to see
what pleasure more, stays now distracted

upon those who gaze
on all that is yet to be known
clouding what is known
and does not live
in our lives
if not named

[shambhavi]

hey i really like ur poem on identitity and i agree with u, it takes so much just as it provides.sometimes i think identities are a burden for they limit us

[Querida]

:D Shambhavi..thank you so much!...you have truly made my day :D ...this is what i crave each and everytime i submit a work...it's not finished,polished,nuggets of gold i put down but work that stands upon shaky green legs...I love that you take the effort to comment..to not just read and feel...but tell me what you do feel!

Whatever it is where a poem did connect and then didn't work the rest of the way, the way a poem is not working at all, you can even ask what the hell i even meant by what i wrote if it doesn't make sense...I want to know if everyone sees this as i understand it...or is it seen as just a creative attempt of linking *catchy* words together?

:!: Please I ask of any hubber who if they do read whatever i write to comment and help me improve and become as good as you all are.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Flowers in a garden are of infinite variety, so many colours , so many scents. So different in shape & structure. Blossoming at various hours, seasons.And each one unique & special. One can never be compared to another in excellence. Neither can imitate or strive to be like another! In this garden of roses, jasmines, tulips, lotuses, sunflowers, daisies & bougainvilla let each one flourish in its own way making merry the hearts around!

[shambhavi]

as i peer into the well of despair seeking answers when none seem to be there,
dark limpid pools entrap my soul questioning ,mocking the measure of my identity.

[Querida]

hey nice one! I really appreciate that you can capture something deep in only two lines :D

and here you go trying to deceive everyone you ain't good at this stuff :P

[shambhavi]

thanks, honestly your poem was an inspiration u write bloody good stuff :D sorry for the language :P

[Querida]

glass tears
they may spill
but only to slip
slivers into the idol
which has scorned the very tears
that melt for no thing
but that which holds shards of my foolish hope

you know
very well
all that i mind
and yet you ask
incredulous
as i continue
to lie
that which you know
will never be true

my conscience
catches more than my
guilty breath,
as it continues to smoke
unerring mirrors,
i accept all that is reflected
with open mind,
and see all that can be
with my slitted heart,
i feel all that never was
and perspire shame.

[Querida]

chocolates,
proffering of her single kindness
with an open heart
she gives away and taunts me still

that is all she has brought
she who has made my son smile
that is may be the happiest moment of his life
is the saddest realization of mine

i do not want them all laid in a row
when have i ever walked down such a perfect path
they must be fingered and bit and tasted and tossed
and smashed as whatall sweetness has been for me

i take one and another
and pry the very ones from his little hand
i take and take and relish the tears which he should cry
for the mother who could not give him such treat

he cries out loud in disbelief
to have what was wrenched away by me
when he has given and given and given
all that was never supposed to be taken from him

that my child is too a chocolate
devoured hungrily by me
fearing that this one too like all the rest of mine
will be snatched and eaten by time
and fate hands that freely offer sweet hope
that lasts only till my salty tears fill my mouth
and remind me to thank her for the box

[NM]

Q : hv you submitted any of these gems to the Poetry society? You should! I submitted one miserable one of mine and they accepted that! :lol:

[Querida]

Hey NM let me see what the poetry society deemed (no matter what you say :P ) worthy enough to be published...please? :D

your avatar by any chance isn't a bouquet?...reminds of the one my mom had for her thrice-knot-tying :wink: :)

[NM]

Hey NM let me see what the poetry society deemed (no matter what you say :P ) worthy enough to be published...please? :D

your avatar by any chance isn't a bouquet?...reminds of the one my mom had for her thrice-knot-tying :wink: :)u are absolutely right, queri and that's me holding it... :lol:

hmm...my poor poem......let me rescue it from my drawer somewhere at home...Ok?

[pooja.shankar]

Querida ..i love this thread really ...

there are some people who's posts i search and read ....

u are one of them !!

[Querida]

Hey Pooja thanx gurl...how about you? Write any poetry?

I love your signature: GIVE ME A SANE MAN AND I WILL CURE HIM FOR YOU :lol:

*added later

you know Pooja I was just thinking...these ARE my confessions...every single on of them say something about me that I cannot express in straight forward ways yet rather struggle to capture the immensity of the feelings which pursue each thought and written word

[xlntbarani]

Hi Q...

eppadi irukeenga
sowkiyamaa..
unga padippelaam
eppadi pOgudhu
....

em...
-bharaniidharaa

[Querida]

Hi XlntB! :D

yes studies are going well...I'm very happy with the courses I have now...neengal sowkiyamaa? Hoping to write after a change of scene but will see :)

[NM]

Queri...here's my very simple poem....

LOVE

'Will I ever find it again?"
"Who will that be now?"
"When will it be?"
Questions of Love
Poured in and out of my mind
Day in and Day out
Months went by but Love never came
Nevr entered my life
Years flew by and I finally realized
I will never find Love again
Till I met You
The Love of my Life
You swept me off my feet
You make my heart flutter
You make me blush
You make me do things I've never done before
My Dear Lover
Thanks to YOU
I have finally found LOVE

:oops: :oops:

[Querida]

oh NM how so very sweet :D ....it's simple but truth is best in simplicity no?

************************************************** ***
I await a realization...
one that has been a long time coming
a long time waiting
to be seen for real.

I await a realization...
to slacken surprised mouths
to crease optimistic brows
and quiet delighted eyes
and see the dreams of wonder mist out.

I await a realization...
one where encounters prove as stories
and fame all-told seeks to be untold
to be re-told
as nothing shy of true simple imperfect realization.

[NM]

Queri.....how kind you are... :D
but nothing can beat your poems ..every single one is different...and nice.....

[Querida]

the only way that you could know more than
all that i have captured from fleeting visions
from memories that do not belong to me
is to catch me falling within the ticking reality
and make them flawfully fated

even though deja vus warned of familiarity
to keep you away
from staying and letting conscious control leave
only after lived and seen through unmisted eyes
themselves dreamy bittersweet blinks
that no one must know
but you and i and our moments

[Querida]

Hello to those who care to read this thread...i for awhile strayed from this thread thinking after having the opportunity to travel that i would be able to come back with something new...little did i know that though feeling rejuvenated...my poetry seems cyclical...to the point i ignored the lines that formed in my mind....and now i think it is only after i write them out that i will be (hopefully) to also rejuvenate and even guide my poetry to new and different directions. I deeply all who have posted their comments (probably cause most of you have been so supportive) but just as before I welcome criticism as well...it will only help me grow.

[Querida]

"Kuyil"

calls to kin
begging
another's soul
to reply.

"Capture"

capture meaning
with a thought

capture a thought
with a feeling

capture a feeling
with a heart

capture a heart
with truth

capture truth
with truth.

[Querida]

the closest i ever came to ideal reality:
when i was
farthest away from
the everyday.

little snatches that
will hold what all i
hope to desire...

that is all i have been given to deserve.

simple
intervals
of time
lived through.

[Querida]

it is a somber day
when a spectacle
comes to see
its spectacularity
is only there
to be compared to
that which is better

yet a spectacle
knows no better
than to exult
that which it cannot
be by itself.

[Querida]

sometimes
having reached
a foolish zenith

there surpasses a reason
to endure the calls of
past words

all that subjects to difference
seems thinly veiled as the last

all disguising the one truth
with no more than a
used epiphany

[pavalamani pragasam]

Verses like breeze! Gentle and soft!

[Querida]

Thank you Madame PP :notworthy:

[Querida]

"The storm doth walk the seashore humming a mournful tune"
- Emily Dickinson


darkening shadow
sits high on misting pane

his beckoning words thrumming on taut string
the tapping syllables within the tin can tring

lazy fingers soothe
a bitten round
on silken shoulder
its swell still ripe
from being plundered

pitted sands,
petals, dewy-sliced
lay pierced remains
of the thieving drunk

shelter hides
the sopping invitation
muting the call of lowing reverberations

eyeing bait dry asunder
lightning flailed
still unheeded thunder

he will await
to finally reach up and
evaporate

[NM]

I've always enjoyed reading your poems, Que..i love the last one especially so! :thumbsup: :clap:

[Querida]

Thank you NM, this one began flowing once I had read that one line from Dickenson's poem....though that poem is about a whole other subject matter (marriage/joining)...I wanted something to capture that one line for me. :D

[crazy]

help me please.
i would like to be lost.

don't let me leave
i just might want to see.

find me please.
i keep meandering
just so you would.

live for me
i want to remember
dying again.

dream for me please
if i wake i'm afraid
i will live.

speak my words for me
i do not want to say
what i want to.

smile for me please
i do not want the
tears to stop.

continue with me.
if i lead
i will wish
to keep me
in you

wow...............Q :clap: :thumbsup:
i never used to visit poems tread, coz i dont write them, but ur poems r really good :)
keep going :clap:

and NM akka ur "LOVE" was beautiful :)

[Querida]

Thank you Crazy...I'm glad that you can appreciate what you have "yet" to write...really do give it a try...it might be just as beautiful as NM's touching "LOVE" piece. :D

[NM]

Thank you Crazy.....n Queri.... :D :D

[Querida]

I fail in fear of
what is to come

I stay in fear of
what is far

I dream in fear of
what is real

I sigh in fear of
what may become solitude

I reach in fear of
what will be left

I have in fear
more destiny
than in
happiness

[Querida]

indigo shadows follow, incognito.

hunger stalks pity
satiating nil.

virtue falters to vanity
counting newly gained
limbs from a leper.

good will reeks resentment
coyly cloying
innocent swallows.

[crazy]

:)

[Querida]

walking along this earth
i wish i knew how to
accept that i will go
into the ashes alone
never knowing what walking with would be

must i go
to follow light
and fall into dark?

[crazy]

must i go
to follow light
and fall into dark?

:)

[Querida]

I cannot long like Meera
not upon dreams
not through words
not under spells
not around other lives
not by mere memory
not over time
not in denial
not for one taken
for I am your Radha
awaiting

[Querida]

there once was a leaf
that loved a blossom.
it grew greener
as the flower blushed.
it awaited the wind
for a touch of petal.
it envied the bee
who kissed nectar.
it admonished the stem
worrying its lovely bud
would droop its darkened head.

it felt not the caterpillar's bite
for his darling was within his sight.
it cherished the dew that slipped sun-shiny
into his glazey lap.

and so leaf from a near-far
awaited the day when they
would be plucked and placed
together:
a loving pair from one lover to another.

came one day and
with spade in hand
reached for leaf so glee'd
for once and for all
casting away the weed

[NM]

Queri :

Meera is short, simple and sweet but the second one is simply beautiful :thumbsup:

[crazy]

Queri :

Meera is short, simple and sweet but the second one is simply beautiful :thumbsup:

agree :)

[Querida]

a hand softly grasped
within a rising lift
with it a heart
too shy to look up
and see its holder

awoke in a blur of rainy windows
to clutching an umbrella
wondering when hands
let go so soon
without letting the sun
shine atleast
once.

[Querida]

[tscii:6555d80240]Solemn busker
Will you ever be nearer to me
Than with your wistful violin?
How else could you ever dare...
How else could I ever bare...
How else could this be?
Do not act as if it is only I who deceive.
It is only music after all...
Played better by hands less grimely-worn than yours.
Yet to rest a finger upon the violin’s rest…
Am I as agitating as the poverty that demeans you before me?
Do you ever hope that the thrown coins,
fall from an closely distance?
that my smile is not only for your whining strokes?
I know you play “Ave Maria”
Only for me,
Though badly...
Do you ever escape into an imagined embrace?
Of course you would...
For I should never admit
That I do.[/tscii:6555d80240]

[ramky]

Querida : nice poem. :)
"Meera" & "There once was a leaf" - beautiful :thumbsup:

[thamizhvaanan]

Do you ever hope that the thrown coins,
fall from an closely distance?
that my smile is not only for your whining strokes?


Do you ever escape into an imagined embrace?
Of course you would...
For I should never admit
That I do.

nice poem :clap: very natural and free flowing.... :D :thumbsup:

[thamizhvaanan]

it awaited the wind
for a touch of petal.
it envied the bee
who kissed nectar.

it felt not the caterpillar's bite
for his darling was within his sight.
it cherished the dew that slipped sun-shiny
into his glazey lap. A Beautiful poem :clap: Truly wonderful!!! I really felt as if I lived the life of that weed :D A truly memorable poem :clap:


and so leaf from a near-far This oxymoron reminded me of an ode written by John Keats (As a literature student, you might remember it :wink: ), where he mentions abt a lover painted on the urn, who can never kiss his sweet heart :( . Infact the entire poem felt like romantic poetry until the final tragic verse... A superb one Queri!!! :clap:

[crazy]

:clap:

[Querida]

:notworthy: Hey Thankyou Ramky, Crazy, Thamizh I don't deserve such praise...your encouragement is priceless :D



This oxymoron reminded me of an ode written by John Keats (As a literature student, you might remember it ), where he mentions abt a lover painted on the urn, who can never kiss his sweet heart .


Hey Thamizh! :o wow! :exactly: "Ode to a Grecian Urn" was exactly what I was thinking of!!! i was really touched by Keats poem and loved his use of such hyphenated words....i did not think anyone would notice this! :ty:

[thamizhvaanan]

Hey Thamizh! :o wow! :exactly: "Ode to a Grecian Urn" was exactly what I was thinking of!!! i was really touched by Keats poem and loved his use of such hyphenated words....i did not think anyone would notice this! :ty:

Ofcourse, some poems are memorable... I remember most of the parts of that poem, eventhough I dont remember the exact wordings... I loved that poem too :thumbsup: Did u have that poem in mind when u wrote this?

[Querida]

well when i thought of sun-shiny and near-far i knew it was apart of Keat's style...and i knew i wanted unrequited love to be the theme...i just didn't think anyone would point it out...and yes I agree that his poems are very memorable indeed.

"Ode on a Grecian Urn"
Thou still unravished bride of quietness,
Thou foster child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loath?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?


Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone.
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal---yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss
Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!


Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unweari-ed,
Forever piping songs forever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
Forever warm and still to be enjoyed,
Forever panting, and forever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.


Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.


O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"---that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

- John Keats

[thamizhvaanan]

I liked the "storm" poem too. Nice poem, replete with visual and aural imagery. Is this is what is called as painting with words? :D :thumbsup: You have good felicity of words.... keep it up :2thumbsup:


darkening shadow
sits high on misting pane
pitted sands,
petals, dewy-sliced
lay pierced remains
of the thieving drunk
his beckoning words thrumming on taut string
the tapping syllables within the tin can tring
:thumbsup:

[crazy]

As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"---that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

:clap: :thumbsup:

[Querida]

Crazy I'm glad you enjoyed Keat's poem. These are my very favourite (and pivotal) stanzas of Keat's poem:


Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone.
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal---yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss
Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

[Querida]

Thamizh, you know sometimes all it takes is one line, though I'm not a fan of Emily Dickinson that one line in some poem i now forget was enough to keep me awake until I thought out this poem.Thanks again for your appreciation. :D

[crazy]

Crazy I'm glad you enjoyed Keat's poem. These are my very favourite (and pivotal) stanzas of Keat's poem:


Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone.
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal---yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss
Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

i never read this before..............its very beautiful :)

[thamizhvaanan]

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone. My english master took two hours to explain these 4 lines :D And regarding those final few lines, I still dont get the correct meaning :confused2:

[Querida]

final few lines of what you quoted? of which stanza are you referring too?...the greatest regret was the day that my more than capable prof was to teach this poem he let our teaching assistant (who unfortunatly was quite green) to take on Shelley's "Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats" which he made a mess of :(

maybe this link may help Thamizh, do check it out:

http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/english/melani/cs6/urn.html

[Querida]

Dear mother...
why do you shun me so?
you overwhelm me with your tears.
you push me away with innumerable whispers.
you make me tremble
until i am all but lost of my senses.
Poisoned you make me when you are ill.

The hunters have come, yet have not gone;
they are too strong to merely hide.

Yes it is we who have embitterned our thirst.
Ingest all with a questioning.
hear all with selective hesitation.


it is only when my brothers richly run away
that they became damned.
it is only when my sisters don't give way
that they became mine.

Mother you are my eden
that is why i strive to perfect you.

do not forsake your mercy,
my own mother,
for we will only take what you cannot hide.

[Querida]

somewhere i follow steps
that i already know are to be made
i can only pause but still on i must go

somewhere in me
lies something still unbroken
yet that was too long ago
and too far have i thrown
that precious key away

somewhere speaks a mute voice
that once sent sweet rejoice
ever letting me believe
in what i seldom understand
is true yet trusted with a heart
too tender to realize
anything else.

[crazy]

Mother you are my eden
that is why i strive to perfect you.

do not forsake your mercy,
my own mother,
for we will only take what you cannot hide

Beautiful :clap:

[Querida]

*UPDATED*


Hi Crazy! Thanx...i wanted to capture the callous ways in which we destroy our Mother Nature....I was attempting to be underhanded...deceiving almost...

Dear mother...
why do you shun me so?
you overwhelm me with your tears.
you push me away with innumerable whispers.
you make me tremble
until i am all but lost of my senses.
Poisoned you make me when you are ill.

(these are alluding to natural disasters (tears =flood, whisper = tornado, tremblings= earthquake...i was thinking these small things in great magnitude could be a way of expressing the elements of natural disasters.... and then our pollution which making while poisioning Nature forebodes illness for us as well)

The hunters have come, yet have not gone;
they are too strong to merely hide.

(the hunters i mean all those who hunt Mother Nature's living things...that includes us as well because we use the hunter's catch (trees, animals, resources etc)

Yes it is we who have embitterned our thirst.
Injest all with a questioning.
hear all with selective hesitation.

(this is the result of our polluting our waters and ruining our own food sources...yet ignoring the problem)

it is only when my brothers richly run away
that they became damned.
it is only when my sister don't give way
that they became mine.

(this was just a play on words about rivers as our brothers (a native american belief/sentiment) and the process of damming them for our use...the sisters as the earth that give us the mineral which we mine)

Mother you are my eden
that is why i strive to perfect you.

(this of course is ironic...because if eden is paradise then how do your perfect God's (christian view) of perfection? Yet we are continually trying to right Nature when she has her own ways of doing so)
do not forsake your mercy,
my own mother,
for we will only take what you cannot hide.

(this is supposed to be beguiling and cruel for what can Nature hide that we have not (drilled, mined, caught, cut, eaten, wasted, ruined and used) that we have not found ways of finding? Yet we do not want to suffer the consequences...hence i ask mercy for the wrongs we commit)

[crazy]

Hi Crazy! Thanx...i wanted to capture the callous ways in which we destroy our Mother Nature....

it was indeed a very beautiful poem............the word mother itself captured my.............mind :)

[temporary sori-Observer]

somewhere in me
lies something still unbroken
yet that was too long ago
and too far have i thrown
that precious key away

somewhere speaks a mute voice
that once sent sweet rejoice
ever letting me believe
in what i seldom understand
is true yet trusted with a heart
too tender to realize
anything else.
Ithu Ekkam theerkkum kavithai
Enna inbam Querida un pulamai.
Indha sOga raaga pookkaL
Kavi maalai yaagum paakkaL!

[Querida]

temporary sori-Observer, what can be more eloquent than to reply to a poem with poetry of your own...i'm honoured :D

[temporary sori-Observer]

[tscii:c595643ff4]«ó¾Á¡¨Éô §À¡Ä§Å ¯í¸û ¸Å¢¨¾¸Ùõ «Æ¸¡¸ þÕ츢ýÈÉ Querida :D [/tscii:c595643ff4]

[Querida]

A doe may enter within your soul with just one startled look...
but poetry can only enter if you let your soul look within it...

[crazy]

A doe may enter within your soul with just one startled look...
but poetry can only enter if you let your soul look within it...

:clap:

[Querida]

[tscii:cd3511c92f]The very essence of action to come
Lays itself on a scale.
Wishing to lay a finger
To the decisive plate…
Dallying whimsies fufill the intentional reluctance.

Consequences confound when awake.
Yet ideal’s wooing swirls beyond control.
To want is yet not strong enough to know…

When is a moment ever so clear?
Remaining unregretful,
Throughout the lives,
That it affects…
With its forgetfulness
Of whatever
Feels ambrosic
Yet knows no sense.[/tscii:cd3511c92f]

[Querida]

idyllic life filmed through?
leaves us what intermissions to think and do?
gives us what songs left to sing to?
leaves us what mystery to live to?
and when the credits are all set and due...
what will our uncut lives and unsolved ways seem
as we set an unpracticed view too?

[crazy]

Q: :)

[NM]

Q : .......both are great...i like the flow of words..... :D :thumbsup:

[chevy]

idyllic life filmed through?
leaves us what intermissions to think and do?
gives us what songs left to sing to?
leaves us what mystery to live to?
and when the credits are all set and due...
what will our uncut lives and unsolved ways seem
as we set an unpracticed view too? :D :D

[Querida]

hello, thanks for your comment and wish you the best in your exams :D

[temporary sori-Observer]

Q : .......both are great...i like the flow of words..... :D :thumbsup:
[Digr]
NM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ungaLai engeyum kaaNaamal neenga hub-ai vittE pOyitteengannu ninaichEnE! pala naaLaa kaaNalaiyE ungaLai! :( :( Ippa enga irukkiReenga? entha thread-il irukkeenga? onnum theriyailyE! :(. Tamil fonts ippa unga kitta irukkaa illaiyaa? :(

[crazy]

Q : .......both are great...i like the flow of words..... :D :thumbsup:
[Digr]
NM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ungaLai engeyum kaaNaamal neenga hub-ai vittE pOyitteengannu ninaichEnE! pala naaLaa kaaNalaiyE ungaLai! :( :( Ippa enga irukkiReenga? entha thread-il irukkeenga? onnum theriyailyE! :(. Tamil fonts ippa unga kitta irukkaa illaiyaa? :(

avanga CC + women talks tread'kku varuvaanga...........not all the time, but u can catch :roll: her there :)

[NM]

Q : .......both are great...i like the flow of words..... :D :thumbsup:
[Digr]
NM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ungaLai engeyum kaaNaamal neenga hub-ai vittE pOyitteengannu ninaichEnE! pala naaLaa kaaNalaiyE ungaLai! :( :( Ippa enga irukkiReenga? entha thread-il irukkeenga? onnum theriyailyE! :(. Tamil fonts ippa unga kitta irukkaa illaiyaa? :(
TOS!!!!!!!!!!!! naan appappO vanthu padichchittu pOyiduvEn...Hubber's Lounge-la ulla CC'le konjam nEran etti paarpEn....neenga anga vaanggO, oru kalakkal pannidelaam.. :wink:

[temporary sori-Observer]

[Digr]

naan appappO vanthu padichchittu pOyiduvEn...
[tscii:4c451200fc]Á¨Èó¾¢Õó§¾ ÀÊìÌõ Á÷Á¦ÁýÉ, NM? :lol2: [/tscii:4c451200fc]

[NM]

TSO : :lol: :lol: maRainthu paarppathil oru inbam :lol:

[temporary sori-Observer]

[Digr]

TSO : :lol: :lol: maRainthu paarppathil oru inbam
[tscii:cdc59afa91]¦¸¡ïºõ Á¨ÈïÍ À¡ì¸Å¡?
þø¦Ä, ÀÂóÐ µ¼Å¡? :lol2: [/tscii:cdc59afa91]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3T2tzuAvsY

[NM]

:lol: irandaavathu thaan.. :lol:

[temporary sori-Observer]

[Digr]
NM, link thappaa kuduthutten. Ippo ange pOy paarunga.

Queri thitta pORaanga..ithu avanga poems threadu :-(

[NM]

[Digr] Very beatiful song, TSO! I can listen to this song anytime!
I was thinking of the same, TSO! Sorry Queri Cheri'...[end digr] :( :cry: :ashamed:

[sundararaj]

left unsaid
letters strung together
break, swim, falter and re-emerge...
the palimsest of guilt.
is it sin?
is it stupidity?
is it vain to judge words,
..........

Good ones from u Querida. :D

[Querida]

thank you sundararaj for your comment! : )
NM, TSO cheee, naan onnum thittha maaten... :)

the greatest curse that befell the weak is
the inability to stay well...
the inability to control the pain within.
the inability to depend on oneself to heal.
the inability to live through life without wishing it away...
it is seizure of the form that houses still what wishes to thrive.
it is the suffocation of the very movement that allows air.
it is the misery of the contained...
it is the uncontrollable immobilization of the spirit.

[crazy]

the greatest curse that befell the weak is
.................................................. ...
the inability to control the pain within.
the inability to depend on oneself to heal.
the inability to live through life without wishing it away...


:clap:

[Querida]

i just found
that im living again
whatever consent
i had given
must have been unconscious
because here i dwell among the circular livings again
i never existed until
i realized i could
i should have sensed
this could not be
unless there was
an is

[ramky]

the greatest curse that befell the weak is
the inability to stay well...
the inability to control the pain within.
the inability to depend on oneself to heal.
the inability to live through life without wishing it away...
it is seizure of the form that houses still what wishes to thrive.
it is the suffocation of the very movement that allows air.
it is the misery of the contained...
it is the uncontrollable immobilization of the spirit.

Querida : very nice :thumbsup:

[temporary sori-Observer]

because here i dwell among the circular livings again
i never existed until
i realized i could
i should have sensed
this could not be
unless there was
an is
Queri :notworthy:

[suvai]

Thank you Que............so much of truth in every line, a perfect read not only for the weak..............:clap: ..............regards.............suvai

[crazy]

i just found
that im living again
..................................
i realized i could
i should have sensed
this could not be
unless there was
an is

:thumbsup:

[Querida]

Thank you all!: Crazy, Ramky, TOS and Suvai for your commments and reactions. :ty:


I guess i was in an existential mood when writing the last one :D
I wonder if you think the beginning drags too much, inhibiting the flow of the rest of the poem? :confused2:

The "inability" poem i wrote when i was truly wallowing in the misery of illness....i was like oh, great.... i'm going to end up all weak, morbid and freaky liked Edgar Allan Poe :x I have asthma and so anything i get even a slight cold i'm like a bloody weakling... :( anyways i hope i conveyed my feelings as closely as i could get them.

[chevy]

i just found
that im living again
whatever consent
i had given
must have been unconscious
because here i dwell among the circular livings again
i never existed until
i realized i could
i should have sensed
this could not be
unless there was
an is wow .. how come it comes so naturally to you

WOWOWOWOWOOW .. querida!!!

the last line is "and is" ??

[Querida]

Hey Chevy! :D Thank you for your comments!

nope it's "an is"
-like a present existence or time....so that you cannot exist if there is no place in space or time for you to exist in. (i of course am not arguing this im just expressing)

...it also has to do with the simplest sense of Sartre's existentialism (i'm probably dishonouring the genius of this theory by stating wiki, but i liked this summation of one facet of the philosophy:

"Existence precedes essence: This is a reversal of the Aristotlean premise that essence precedes existence, where man is created to fulfil some telos and life consists of fulfilling that goal. Unlike tools that are created to fulfill a purpose (e.g. a pair of scissors is created for the express purpose of cutting things), Sartrean existentialism argues man exists without purpose, finds himself in the world and defines the meaning of his existence. "

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Existentialism

[NM]

i just found
that im living again
whatever consent
i had given
must have been unconscious
because here i dwell among the circular livings again
i never existed until
i realized i could
i should have sensed
this could not be
unless there was
an is :thumbsup: :redjump:
simple and nice Queri cheri! :D :D

[thamizhvaanan]

i just found
that im living again
whatever consent
i had given
must have been unconscious
because here i dwell among the circular livings again
i never existed until
i realized i could
i should have sensed
this could not be
unless there was
an is nicely written Queri :clap: I remember Kamal hassan once modifiying Rene descartes' quote by saying that "I Exist, therefore I am" ( I dunno who said it first :mrgreen: ). I even remember the lead character from Ayn Rand's Atlas shrugged describing existentialism in his 2 hour (:shock:) long sermon!!!!

P.S: How do you define the word "circular livings" queri? just curious :D

[Querida]

NM! What a sweet surprise! Thank you for your sweet reply!

Thamizh! Always honoured with your posts and questions i am only too happy to explain (actually i think i like to explain this stuff at times :) )


"circular living beings" are those who have yet to leave the reincarnation cycle...the ones who haven't gained nirvana and still have not realised maya...it's almost by realizing that one exists, that you become again apart of the mortal world...or so i tried to convey :D (not that i believe in one fixed system i think that's why i can mesh the stuff all in one) :P

[NM]

NM! What a sweet surprise! Thank you for your sweet reply!

Thamizh! Always honoured with your posts and questions i am only too happy to explain (actually i think i like to explain this stuff at times :) )


"circular living beings" are those who have yet to leave the reincarnation cycle...the ones who haven't gained nirvana and still have not realised maya...it's almost by realizing that one exists, that you become again apart of the mortal world...or so i tried to convey :D (not that i believe in one fixed system i think that's why i can mesh the stuff all in one) :Pvery nice!

Queri : :D :D not long to go now...... :D :D

[crazy]

"circular living beings" are those who have yet to leave the reincarnation cycle...the ones who haven't gained nirvana and still have not realised maya...it's almost by realizing that one exists, that you become again apart of the mortal world...or so i tried to convey :D (not that i believe in one fixed system i think that's why i can mesh the stuff all in one) :P

Wowwwwwwwwwww :clap: :notworthy:

[Querida]

Oh my! you gals really do spoil me rotten!
That was an explanation!


Queri : not long to go now......

:omg: I know!!!! :D :D :D

[suvai]

Thamizvaanan that was a super question & Queri....your explanation was very interesting yet very simple & meaningful....thank u.............regards...suvai :clap:

[ramky]

--------------------
"circular living beings" are those who have yet to leave the reincarnation cycle...the ones who haven't gained nirvana and still have not realised maya...it's almost by realizing that one exists, that you become again apart of the mortal world...or so i tried to convey :D (not that i believe in one fixed system i think that's why i can mesh the stuff all in one) :P

Querida : First poet and now i see ur a spiritualist too :D. "Circular living beings" - nice synonym for us ordinary mortals going around in circles, not able to come out of the cycle of birth & death :thumbsup:. As long as one is conscious of this existence all the time, the pull of the mortal world prevents a person from unshackling the meshes of maya :).

[thamizhvaanan]

:omg: kelvi kettadharkku paaratta? :D nandri :notworthy: :fishgrin:

Queri.. I thought maya and existentialism are opposite philosophies :roll: While maya denounces sensory experiences as an illusion, in existentialism, things are merely what they are. Well.... I am not well-versed in philosophy, but this is what I understand :oops: May be the contradiction that you have brought in is intentional :roll:

[Querida]

Dear Suvai and Ramky, well what can i say to these comments? i don't know if thank yous are enough! :D :D Thamizh yes indeed good questions deserve praise :thumbsup:


:omg: kelvi kettadharkku paaratta? :D nandri :notworthy: :fishgrin:

Queri.. I thought maya and existentialism are opposite philosophies :roll: While maya denounces sensory experiences as an illusion, in existentialism, things are merely what they are. Well.... I am not well-versed in philosophy, but this is what I understand :oops: May be the contradiction that you have brought in is intentional :roll:



If you read my earlier posts Thamizh, concerning this poem I say that i am trying to mesh the broadest sense of these philosophies, and that i am not arguing but expressing my feelings of them so does it really matter if they contradict? They help convey what those particular words mean, and also aid in the larger theme of the poem, (or so i think you are welcome to disagree) :D . In other words if you exist does it matter whether it's contradictory? Isn't the whole poem about being in a state of non-existance coming into real resistance through realization? So is realization a mortal feeling or a feeling that leads us out of existence (such as enlightenment?) Again these ideas are complex and yet they can be expressed poignantly in a few lines...that is my goal :D

[thamizhvaanan]

Queri... I get the point :thumbsup: and I think you've acheived ur goal :D

[Querida]

well Thamizh if this was a poem from a deceased author they would be honoured by such a minute analysis :thumbsup: ...but since i haven't kicked the bucket yet i can say i appreciate it and what i think it means when i wrote it :D


to ravage a savage
give him disease
give him slavery
give him fear
give him forced belief
give him word, cut out his tongues
give him script, remove his signs
give him history, deem his an uncivilized mystery
give him tools, to reap for you what he sows
what of morality what of equality
what of love what of truth
give him this
no longer be mere man.

[sundararaj]

well Thamizh if this was a poem from a deceased author they would be honoured by such a minute analysis :thumbsup: ...but since i haven't kicked the bucket yet i can say i appreciate it and what i think it means when i wrote it :D


to ravage a savage
give him disease
give him slavery
give him fear
give him forced belief
give him word, cut out his tongues
give him script, remove his signs
give him history, deem his an uncivilized mystery
give him tools, to reap for you what he sows
what of morality what of equality
what of love what of truth
give him this
no longer be mere man.

Very nice one Querida. I think your poem represents the Old Testament culture. :cry:

[Querida]

:D thanx Sundararaj i was answering a question in my geo exam prep when this occured to me...

[sundararaj]

CONGRATULATIONS QUERIDA - YOUR THREAD CROSSED 10K VIEWS :D

[Designer]

Querida : "to ravage a man" :clap:. and Congrats for 10k views :D

[Querida]

wow really? haha you guys are too sweet! I know for a fact those numbers adding up to 10k was mostly me postng, editing and altering my poems numerous times and copying them to my files so I don't lose them...yet I'm very touched to know that this number also includes the thoughtful hubbers and their wonderful consideration... :notworthy:

[crazy]

congrats :clap:

[Nichiro]

MILESTONES

when I look back,
A row of
Milestones keeep
Reminding me
That I have
Never ending roads
Ahead of me
To walk
On a never ending
Journey.

Nichiro

[crazy]

nichiro :clap: well written

[Querida]

Nichiro!

What a sweet surprise! :D ...for all your truthful heart wrenching poems I am glad that I am honoured with such a inspirational poem :notworthy:

[Nichiro]

Querida,

I have been a silent reader of your's and PP madama's postings here.
Some of the pieces are so wonderful and some are very enigmatic.
But I always love reading poetry in any form.
I am sorry if my poetry is heart wrenching. I cannot think of anything other than truth. And the truth is always like a new shoe. It keeps on pinching .

Keep up the flow.

Nichiro

[Querida]

I am sorry if my poetry is heart wrenching. I cannot think of anything other than truth. And the truth is always like a new shoe. It keeps on pinching .

You keep on surprising Nichiro... :D
But in your silence i knew not the truth you could tell
i am glad you again want to tell us....
Sorries need not come from a writer of truth
if the truth is bitter it is not any less true

[Querida]

*This little poem I dedicate to my sweetheart friend NM and her precious bundle of joy*

"A Moment of Hers"

what a precious moment,
when she knows it's you...

your hush surpasses,
all her other soothers.

your touch blossoms comfort,
beyond all pacifiers.

your voice answers,
the mystery of her delight.

your arms hold her secure,
her only cherished cradle.

you hold her with all your heart,
yet she can hold you by mere glance...

you hold her because you can only hold,
but she knows your hold,
will be an ever lasting,
blessed tie.

you kiss her with hope,
and wishes for happiness,
yet she breathes these two,
into her tender new life...

because she knows,
she was born
to be always
loved by you.

[Nichiro]

If ever I had
A chance to choose
Between God
And Mother,
I will choose Mother.



Warm poem my dear friend.

[Wibha]

Que and Nichro

too good poems..... i suck at understanding poetry :ashamed: but still ur poems r awesome :thumbsup: i made meaning out of ur lines and dey were :2thumbsup:

[pavalamani pragasam]

Glad news! Congrats to NM on the arrival of the bundle of joy!

[sundararaj]

Good one Querida. Congratulations. :D

[crazy]

congrats NM akka
Q lovely poem :)

[shambhavi]

maya
a little girl who plays with a garland of glass
in her hand they are mere baubles
dull and jaded held by the frailest of thread
on her neck it is resplendant reflecting the hues of the universe



hello, this is a small poem on maya.hope you like it.as always your poems are indelible and very thought provoking

[Designer]

*This little poem I dedicate to my sweetheart friend NM and her precious bundle of joy*

"A Moment of Hers"

what a precious moment,
when she knows it's you...

your hush surpasses,
all her other soothers.

your touch blossoms comfort,
beyond all pacifiers.

your voice answers,
the mystery of her delight.

your arms hold her secure,
her only cherished cradle.

your hold her with all your heart,
yet she can hold you by mere glance...

you hold her because you can only hold,
but she knows your hold,
will be an ever lasting,
blessed tie.

you kiss her with hope,
and wishes for happiness,
yet she breathes these two,
into her tender new life...

because she knows,
she was born
to be always
loved by you.

Querida : very nice :)

[Querida]

karma is the force
that reacts before
your conscience
decides to even
retract the henious thought that entered
its mind
what use is of a forced subtract
of the thoughts already wanting motion
it is a contract written in filth
that washes away with only
the done reaction
of all who witness the errors
of your sought out
crazed ways
that have been fought
as far as memory can remember
in each and every iddish
creeping
inkling
of
thought

[Designer]

Querida : "it is a contract written in filth, that washes away with only the done reaction" - wonderful :)

[crazy]

:clap:

karma in poem :thumbsup:

[Querida]

maya
a little girl who plays with a garland of glass
in her hand they are mere baubles
dull and jaded held by the frailest of thread
on her neck it is resplendant reflecting the hues of the universe



hello, this is a small poem on maya.hope you like it.as always your poems are indelible and very thought provoking

Shambhavi! :D How sweet a poem, the name Maya is always such a meaning-laden name...sometimes i feel it's meaning is a bit sad...even with the promise of Godly joys with the realization of illusion...

[sundararaj]

Good one Querida.

[shambhavi]

:-) i actually think maya is a very intricate name for it offers the promise of delusion as well as realisation, it is sad only when we realise that it exists apart from us.... i realise i am in maya only when i percieve the universe to be an expression of it;when instead u realse nothing apart from bliss exists then everything has an ineffable sweetness

[sundararaj]

:-) i actually think maya is a very intricate name for it offers the promise of delusion as well as realisation, it is sad only when we realise that it exists apart from us.... i realise i am in maya only when i percieve the universe to be an expression of it;when instead u realse nothing apart from bliss exists then everything has an ineffable sweetness
:clap: shambhavi

[Querida]

reading signs are dangerous
they encourage rules
without obedience
imaging truth
denying supervision
perilious navigation
just look at what this one says...

[Querida]

"The Earth's Rise"

the earth's rise:
swimming through the atmosphere,
nestled within
the celestial heights.
alas all but spinning out of control
through the metally-toxic, wrenched winds
scraped free of its green:
its being, its life
that beholds
the essence
on which
all have
thrived.

"A Footprint"

A footprint
yields but
a marking.
Beware!
The depth in which
it leaves its mortal stains...
upon all that Mother
had.
And all that we take
without
asking:
what good have we given back?

[crazy]

reading signs are dangerous
they encourage rules
without obedience
imaging truth
denying supervision
perilious navigation
just look at what this one says...

:clap: beautiful.........

[Nichiro]

Querida ,

Your theme on Mother Earth and as a continuation about our stealing her treasures as written in Footprints was a delight to read and at the same time thought provoking.

Nichiroojii

[Querida]

:notworthy: Thank you Nichiro!!!
I think it is a theme that should be taken seriously, I hoped to convey the same message with the earlier "dear mother".

[Querida]

"Bound"

"It's the Circle of Life, And it moves us all" - Lion King

to reach across the world to
feed the hand that bites you

to caress the lamb's skin
yet know the wearer's face

drink from the vessel
that quenches its own thirst

leaving the sands of time
upon parched tongue

writhing to curb the grains
of truth from

becoming
WORD

[Querida]

if runs
towards the
knowing to
will wait along side what
expecting if runs
again with out

"bleeding beats"

there it beats
between the doubts
between the thoughts
between the idle hopes
reverberating through
the links
that wait
to seep
into the pain
that always
had its place

don't tempt its jealously
it will only
make me bleed

[crazy]

nice :)

[Querida]

I found this english translation of my favourite Bharathiyar song: "Nallathor Veenai Seithe"

Nalladhor Veenai Seidhe
Having crafted a wonderful Veena - will thou
spoil and consign it to dust?
Tell O' Goddess - I have
been created with wisdom by thee,
Won't you give me the strength - for me
to live a life fruitful to this land?
Tell me O' Goddess - will thou
make me live as a burden off this land?

Like a swiftly thrown ball - a body
ready to spring on brain's command I ask.
Spotless mind I ask - a life
born anew daily I ask.
Even when the skin is on fire - a heart
that sings thy praise I ask.
Unshakeable wisdom I ask - Is there
anything that stops thee from bestowing these?

thank you @ http://asparkoffire.blogspot.com/2006/02/nalladhor-veenai-seidhe.html

my favourite rendition of this song:
http://www.musicindiaonline.com/music/tamil/s/movie_name.5673/

[crazy]

yes i love this song too :)
but i guess my favourite is "kaakkai siraginile ........"

[Designer]

Q : your translation of Bharathiyar song: "NallathOr VeeNai SeythEn" is good and so is the poem 'bleeding beats' !

to seep
into the pain
that always
had its place
---
don't tempt its jealously
it will only
make me bleed

:thumbsup:

[thamizhvaanan]

What happened to the Nightingale? :huh: no more poems? :roll:

[Querida]

:P @ Thamizhvaanan...am no nightingale!...be careful or i might prove my point by singing! :twisted:

if i resent life
with all my neccessities met
if i question faith
with wayward goals met
then it is not life i question
but the vile being
that has in hell its destiny met

*********************************

woman do not
falsely anoint me
as the gift of god

nothing more than
the consequences
of animal desire

why pestilence
strive to spread
on a dying source
is beyond any reason
that is credited to higher beings

if this is life...there is nothing more to see.

****************************************

Ashes To Ashes
Dust To Dust
To Return Once More
Is A Merciful Must

[crazy]

Ashes To Ashes
Dust To Dust
To Return Once More
Is A Merciful Must

nice....welcome back :)

[Querida]

if in failure
facades scatter
and claim to
have henceforth
been summoned
does truth
stand by and
act out its
realization
or does it become
the ultimate mask
of placid
acceptance?

**********************************

there is a prudent opaqueness
that demands to seep
through the holes
reflected in the panes
that house the glistening
shards of visionary panes
its call lingers lost
slinking in and out of the clinks
in shattered shreds
ruminating loudly yet ignored quite sharply
refracting the reverberations
of melted sand
which continue
to see only
what is transparently
dark

**********************

there lies tragedy
just beyond the hills
of stones that dot the
fields of the listless dead
whatever rest
that was promised
lays unslept
treachous livingness
slithers hither and thither
and nibbles at the ashes
drying upon the waves
hurrying to capture
the soul that remains
trapped in the clutches
of its cursers
mercy be upon
all those who slumber
in the slighted hope
of idleness

[Querida]

A friend showed this poem to me and both agreed on its truthfulness...however biting...thought i'd share it with you all.


When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow -
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me -
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well: -
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met -
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee? -
With silence and tears.

- Lord Byron

[Querida]

After a long while I'm back....foolishly thinking that a trip to the motherland would yield creativeness unbound....what i didn't know was that i would be too awed to even put what i felt into words...but of the few i did pen i will share.

there is a rumour
of empty space
its hallow call
fills the breath
of room it
usually occupies

as it tries its
feeble best
to spread its peace

the clusters of chaos
have advancedly arrived
they nudge and jostle
trilling their slogans
each wanting to
trigger

struggling one above the other
to subsume
in desires to consume

"that is the dilemma when you think too much"

[Querida]

When will the
words that spill
from pen step aside
to the native inside?

The brimming pronouncements
do not carry the heart as do
the foreign sounds
that claim they are indeed
original
yet the thinkings
remain clattering away in
latin
inching forward to express
what too many words
cannot feel

[Querida]

there is a yearnful parting
that never came

we search for it without notice
whether or not an illusion

not even the id will scandously admit

never knowing if each met
will ever be the ONE

as a replacement eager to be betrayed as us.

two strangers never encountered
convinced they will know:
innately, irrevocably

and as they contemplate thus
seemingly guarenteed in deed

each pass the other
remaining one less solely.

[Querida]

wrinkled wisps
and scaly puffs
excaberate the blues
while one lone
darkish whale
splashes through the skies
and distingrates before my very eyes.

[crazy]

:)

after a long time, yes! how r u?

[NM]

[tscii:059db015ad]A sister's letter to dearest little brother….

You came as the last addition to our small family
On a bright sunny evening when the whole world was on a holiday
1.1.1979 will forever be etched in our minds
as the day our little brother was born

The next few months were utter joy for me
It was like playing with a live doll
Watching you sleeping, feeding, crying,
Turning over, moving…..
You sat in your 7th month, crawled in your 8th,
Stood in your 9th month and by the time you turned 1, you were walking my dear
I remember every single moment of your development
I was there with you, remember?

I remember the time I fed you, bathed you, played with you
Cooked for you while you sat beside me in kitchen in our dear old house
I remember the times when you would run to me
Asking for MILO..hmm, that was your favourite drink..
and what would you say to me ???
'Akka, paal pOt cheeni pOt, milo pOt, Kuna aaam…'…
I can never forget that!

Thambi, you grew so fast in the intervening years
I missed you when I went to the boarding school and then on overseas
I missed your growing years - 6-11 years
But, I remember the letters you wrote me
And your little scribble in my autograph which I still have with me

Dearest brother, I remember the times
When you would just take a look at the rear light so of a car
And immediately say the make of the car at a very young age,
Before you were even 6!
Maybe that's why you became a car maniac when you grew up, dear!

I still remember the time when you cried for Appa not to drive the RED car
You must have sensed….
Appa crashed the car that night!
And, since then, you refused to get into a RED car!

You turned into a tall, handsome young man, adored by many
But, also resented by many
Was it because your frankness?
You were a strong character but this was the will power that helped you to move forward..

Thambi, no matter what people said, I have always adored you as my little brother
And for you, I bought a house so we could live together and travel to work/college together
But little did I know that you would miss our dear little old house so much
I still remember the good times we had in this old house of ours…
You were born there, our brother got married there, too
And it was our dear little Vithi Doodles' second home too!

Dearest brother, I still remember your joy when you received your LLB degree
You were cheered by many
You looked so handsome and happy

Thambi, you grew up to be domineering man
You made your decision to start your own business
We were ecstatic, overjoyed by this
At 23, you established Nashma Consultancy
NASHMA….taken from kuNASeelan, Harichandran, MAla..
The 3 of us siblings
I still remember the joy on your face the day you registered your firm

Dearest brother, I knew that 1 little worry you had was that I wasn't married
I know how much you adored and loved me
And I know how much Mom and I meant to you
And I also know how much you were overjoyed when I finally decided to get married!
You were over the moon
I still remember the plans you made to decorate the house
Preparation for wedding, video shooting, photo session etc
And when the final day came, you drove me to the temple, ayya..

Little did I know
That my last memory of a happy occasion with you would be my wedding day
You were there, dressed in an exquisite Kurta
And you were so happy to be the 'Machchaan thOlan'
We finally got to the studio for a family photo shoot
Now, I thank God we did that…..

Dearest thambi, you were so happy when I told you you were going to be Thaai maaman
You looked forward to coming over and seeing your little marumagal
You came dear, with loads of presents for her
And a beautiful locket for me

Thambi, we waited and waited and waited for your little marumagal to be born…
Finally she came but then, you had only 2 days with her
But I'm sure glad you took her first photo
And you photos taken of both of you together
These and your gifts for her will forever be with me
I'll make sure little Ananthiy knows her Thaai maman loved her very much

Thambi, the day came for me to say goodbye to you
I did not know that would be last time I see you alive ..
6th of January 2007 you flew back to Malaysia

I remember all our calls in the weeks that followed
I remember talking to you on the 3rd of March, thambi
You were so full of stories
And, I still remember you telling me you cooked kurma
And, that you missed amma very much in one your smses
I should have put our parents in the next flight after I got your sms!

Dearest Thambi…..
6th of March 2007 began as usual ….
But I had a bad dream, Mom had bad premonition, Dad had been having bad dreams ….
But, nothing pointed to fact that we were going to receive the news that would shook all of us….

Ayya, I had to be the person to receive the news of your passing at 6.30pm!
Oh!! That broke me down completely!!
I don't know how I drove back
And I don't know how I broke the news to our parents!
Oh! how crushed they were
I can still picture the scene ..the 4 of us embracing each other ..

Thambi….Why did you leave us so suddenly?
God is so cruel to take you away from us at a young age of 28!
You left a great deal of impact on many people..
Oh..the crowd that came for your funeral, ayya,..huge!
In your short life, you aimed and achieved great heights
The outpour of love and emotion was just humongous

Ayya, when you left us in January, I was to come in 2008 for your wedding!.
But, did I know that I would come to send you on your final journey?
It broke my heart to see our parents…
And your absolutely crushed Anna…
And it shattered me when I had to do my ritual of sending you away!
You looked so peaceful, ayya, as though you were in a deep sleep…
I can never get that image out of my mind…

With a heavy heart… I had to say GOODBYE to you, ayya,
My dearest little brother Kuna
Born 1.1.79, Passed away on 6.3.07 …..
And leaving all of us with a heavy heart, great sadness
And a life which will never be the same ever again…
We have lost our ability to laugh wholeheartedly ever since…
Will this remain for the rest of our lives?
Will the pain ease a little as time goes by?
Will I still have faith and believe in God?
Only time will tell…

But, Ayya, wherever you are, I want you be peaceful and happy
And I pray and hope you are blessed with a much much better family
In your next life ..you deserve to have a great life, Thambi..

For one last time…
I wish to tell you how much I loved you when you were alive
And how much you are still loved now even though you are gone forever
I know you are watching over us, you dear little family
And I also know you are my daughter's little guardian angel
And I will come and see you wherever you are when my time comes…

Till we meet again…
GOODBYE Little brother..
May peace be with you…..

Love,
Akka[/tscii:059db015ad]

[crazy]

[tscii:285d29d061]A sister's letter to dearest little brother….

You came as the last addition to our small family
On a bright sunny evening when the whole world was on a holiday
1.1.1979 will forever be etched in our minds
as the day our little brother was born

The next few months were utter joy for me
It was like playing with a live doll
Watching you sleeping, feeding, crying,
Turning over, moving…..
You sat in your 7th month, crawled in your 8th,
Stood in your 9th month and by the time you turned 1, you were walking my dear
I remember every single moment of your development
I was there with you, remember?

I remember the time I fed you, bathed you, played with you
Cooked for you while you sat beside me in kitchen in our dear old house
I remember the times when you would run to me
Asking for MILO..hmm, that was your favourite drink..
and what would you say to me ???
'Akka, paal pOt cheeni pOt, milo pOt, Kuna aaam…'…
I can never forget that!

Thambi, you grew so fast in the intervening years
I missed you when I went to the boarding school and then on overseas
I missed your growing years - 6-11 years
But, I remember the letters you wrote me
And your little scribble in my autograph which I still have with me

Dearest brother, I remember the times
When you would just take a look at the rear light so of a car
And immediately say the make of the car at a very young age,
Before you were even 6!
Maybe that's why you became a car maniac when you grew up, dear!

I still remember the time when you cried for Appa not to drive the RED car
You must have sensed….
Appa crashed the car that night!
And, since then, you refused to get into a RED car!

You turned into a tall, handsome young man, adored by many
But, also resented by many
Was it because your frankness?
You were a strong character but this was the will power that helped you to move forward..

Thambi, no matter what people said, I have always adored you as my little brother
And for you, I bought a house so we could live together and travel to work/college together
But little did I know that you would miss our dear little old house so much
I still remember the good times we had in this old house of ours…
You were born there, our brother got married there, too
And it was our dear little Vithi Doodles' second home too!

Dearest brother, I still remember your joy when you received your LLB degree
You were cheered by many
You looked so handsome and happy

Thambi, you grew up to be domineering man
You made your decision to start your own business
We were ecstatic, overjoyed by this
At 23, you established Nashma Consultancy
NASHMA….taken from kuNASeelan, Harichandran, MAla..
The 3 of us siblings
I still remember the joy on your face the day you registered your firm

Dearest brother, I knew that 1 little worry you had was that I wasn't married
I know how much you adored and loved me
And I know how much Mom and I meant to you
And I also know how much you were overjoyed when I finally decided to get married!
You were over the moon
I still remember the plans you made to decorate the house
Preparation for wedding, video shooting, photo session etc
And when the final day came, you drove me to the temple, ayya..

Little did I know
That my last memory of a happy occasion with you would be my wedding day
You were there, dressed in an exquisite Kurta
And you were so happy to be the 'Machchaan thOlan'
We finally got to the studio for a family photo shoot
Now, I thank God we did that…..

Dearest thambi, you were so happy when I told you you were going to be Thaai maaman
You looked forward to coming over and seeing your little marumagal
You came dear, with loads of presents for her
And a beautiful locket for me

Thambi, we waited and waited and waited for your little marumagal to be born…
Finally she came but then, you had only 2 days with her
But I'm sure glad you took her first photo
And you photos taken of both of you together
These and your gifts for her will forever be with me
I'll make sure little Ananthiy knows her Thaai maman loved her very much

Thambi, the day came for me to say goodbye to you
I did not know that would be last time I see you alive ..
6th of January 2007 you flew back to Malaysia

I remember all our calls in the weeks that followed
I remember talking to you on the 3rd of March, thambi
You were so full of stories
And, I still remember you telling me you cooked kurma
And, that you missed amma very much in one your smses
I should have put our parents in the next flight after I got your sms!

Dearest Thambi…..
6th of March 2007 began as usual ….
But I had a bad dream, Mom had bad premonition, Dad had been having bad dreams ….
But, nothing pointed to fact that we were going to receive the news that would shook all of us….

Ayya, I had to be the person to receive the news of your passing at 6.30pm!
Oh!! That broke me down completely!!
I don't know how I drove back
And I don't know how I broke the news to our parents!
Oh! how crushed they were
I can still picture the scene ..the 4 of us embracing each other ..

Thambi….Why did you leave us so suddenly?
God is so cruel to take you away from us at a young age of 28!
You left a great deal of impact on many people..
Oh..the crowd that came for your funeral, ayya,..huge!
In your short life, you aimed and achieved great heights
The outpour of love and emotion was just humongous

Ayya, when you left us in January, I was to come in 2008 for your wedding!.
But, did I know that I would come to send you on your final journey?
It broke my heart to see our parents…
And your absolutely crushed Anna…
And it shattered me when I had to do my ritual of sending you away!
You looked so peaceful, ayya, as though you were in a deep sleep…
I can never get that image out of my mind…

With a heavy heart… I had to say GOODBYE to you, ayya,
My dearest little brother Kuna
Born 1.1.79, Passed away on 6.3.07 …..
And leaving all of us with a heavy heart, great sadness
And a life which will never be the same ever again…
We have lost our ability to laugh wholeheartedly ever since…
Will this remain for the rest of our lives?
Will the pain ease a little as time goes by?
Will I still have faith and believe in God?
Only time will tell…

But, Ayya, wherever you are, I want you be peaceful and happy
And I pray and hope you are blessed with a much much better family
In your next life ..you deserve to have a great life, Thambi..

For one last time…
I wish to tell you how much I loved you when you were alive
And how much you are still loved now even though you are gone forever
I know you are watching over us, you dear little family
And I also know you are my daughter's little guardian angel
And I will come and see you wherever you are when my time comes…

Till we meet again…
GOODBYE Little brother..
May peace be with you…..

Love,
Akka[/tscii:285d29d061]

May peace be with you :(

[Querida]

Oh NM....
You should be happy and always proud that so much can be said and felt and remembered of your thambi. I'm sure he knows and will continue to know the extent of his Akka's love for him. take care hon, thank you so much for sharing...

[Roshan]

[tscii:05862c306c]A sister's letter to dearest little brother….

You came as the last addition to our small family
On a bright sunny evening when the whole world was on a holiday
1.1.1979 will forever be etched in our minds
as the day our little brother was born

The next few months were utter joy for me
It was like playing with a live doll
Watching you sleeping, feeding, crying,
Turning over, moving…..
You sat in your 7th month, crawled in your 8th,
Stood in your 9th month and by the time you turned 1, you were walking my dear
I remember every single moment of your development
I was there with you, remember?

I remember the time I fed you, bathed you, played with you
Cooked for you while you sat beside me in kitchen in our dear old house
I remember the times when you would run to me
Asking for MILO..hmm, that was your favourite drink..
and what would you say to me ???
'Akka, paal pOt cheeni pOt, milo pOt, Kuna aaam…'…
I can never forget that!

Thambi, you grew so fast in the intervening years
I missed you when I went to the boarding school and then on overseas
I missed your growing years - 6-11 years
But, I remember the letters you wrote me
And your little scribble in my autograph which I still have with me

Dearest brother, I remember the times
When you would just take a look at the rear light so of a car
And immediately say the make of the car at a very young age,
Before you were even 6!
Maybe that's why you became a car maniac when you grew up, dear!

I still remember the time when you cried for Appa not to drive the RED car
You must have sensed….
Appa crashed the car that night!
And, since then, you refused to get into a RED car!

You turned into a tall, handsome young man, adored by many
But, also resented by many
Was it because your frankness?
You were a strong character but this was the will power that helped you to move forward..

Thambi, no matter what people said, I have always adored you as my little brother
And for you, I bought a house so we could live together and travel to work/college together
But little did I know that you would miss our dear little old house so much
I still remember the good times we had in this old house of ours…
You were born there, our brother got married there, too
And it was our dear little Vithi Doodles' second home too!

Dearest brother, I still remember your joy when you received your LLB degree
You were cheered by many
You looked so handsome and happy

Thambi, you grew up to be domineering man
You made your decision to start your own business
We were ecstatic, overjoyed by this
At 23, you established Nashma Consultancy
NASHMA….taken from kuNASeelan, Harichandran, MAla..
The 3 of us siblings
I still remember the joy on your face the day you registered your firm

Dearest brother, I knew that 1 little worry you had was that I wasn't married
I know how much you adored and loved me
And I know how much Mom and I meant to you
And I also know how much you were overjoyed when I finally decided to get married!
You were over the moon
I still remember the plans you made to decorate the house
Preparation for wedding, video shooting, photo session etc
And when the final day came, you drove me to the temple, ayya..

Little did I know
That my last memory of a happy occasion with you would be my wedding day
You were there, dressed in an exquisite Kurta
And you were so happy to be the 'Machchaan thOlan'
We finally got to the studio for a family photo shoot
Now, I thank God we did that…..

Dearest thambi, you were so happy when I told you you were going to be Thaai maaman
You looked forward to coming over and seeing your little marumagal
You came dear, with loads of presents for her
And a beautiful locket for me

Thambi, we waited and waited and waited for your little marumagal to be born…
Finally she came but then, you had only 2 days with her
But I'm sure glad you took her first photo
And you photos taken of both of you together
These and your gifts for her will forever be with me
I'll make sure little Ananthiy knows her Thaai maman loved her very much

Thambi, the day came for me to say goodbye to you
I did not know that would be last time I see you alive ..
6th of January 2007 you flew back to Malaysia

I remember all our calls in the weeks that followed
I remember talking to you on the 3rd of March, thambi
You were so full of stories
And, I still remember you telling me you cooked kurma
And, that you missed amma very much in one your smses
I should have put our parents in the next flight after I got your sms!

Dearest Thambi…..
6th of March 2007 began as usual ….
But I had a bad dream, Mom had bad premonition, Dad had been having bad dreams ….
But, nothing pointed to fact that we were going to receive the news that would shook all of us….

Ayya, I had to be the person to receive the news of your passing at 6.30pm!
Oh!! That broke me down completely!!
I don't know how I drove back
And I don't know how I broke the news to our parents!
Oh! how crushed they were
I can still picture the scene ..the 4 of us embracing each other ..

Thambi….Why did you leave us so suddenly?
God is so cruel to take you away from us at a young age of 28!
You left a great deal of impact on many people..
Oh..the crowd that came for your funeral, ayya,..huge!
In your short life, you aimed and achieved great heights
The outpour of love and emotion was just humongous

Ayya, when you left us in January, I was to come in 2008 for your wedding!.
But, did I know that I would come to send you on your final journey?
It broke my heart to see our parents…
And your absolutely crushed Anna…
And it shattered me when I had to do my ritual of sending you away!
You looked so peaceful, ayya, as though you were in a deep sleep…
I can never get that image out of my mind…

With a heavy heart… I had to say GOODBYE to you, ayya,
My dearest little brother Kuna
Born 1.1.79, Passed away on 6.3.07 …..
And leaving all of us with a heavy heart, great sadness
And a life which will never be the same ever again…
We have lost our ability to laugh wholeheartedly ever since…
Will this remain for the rest of our lives?
Will the pain ease a little as time goes by?
Will I still have faith and believe in God?
Only time will tell…

But, Ayya, wherever you are, I want you be peaceful and happy
And I pray and hope you are blessed with a much much better family
In your next life ..you deserve to have a great life, Thambi..

For one last time…
I wish to tell you how much I loved you when you were alive
And how much you are still loved now even though you are gone forever
I know you are watching over us, you dear little family
And I also know you are my daughter's little guardian angel
And I will come and see you wherever you are when my time comes…

Till we meet again…
GOODBYE Little brother..
May peace be with you…..

Love,
Akka[/tscii:05862c306c]

Oh ! I am seeing this only now :( :cry: I dont know what to say.. I am lost for words :cry:

My heartfelt condolences NM. May the Almighty give you and your family the necessary strength and courage. May your brother's soul rest in peace.

Please do stay in touch with us .

[chevy]

[tscii:642e6ade05]A sister's letter to dearest little brother….

You came as the last addition to our small family
On a bright sunny evening when the whole world was on a holiday
1.1.1979 will forever be etched in our minds
as the day our little brother was born

The next few months were utter joy for me
It was like playing with a live doll
Watching you sleeping, feeding, crying,
Turning over, moving…..
You sat in your 7th month, crawled in your 8th,
Stood in your 9th month and by the time you turned 1, you were walking my dear
I remember every single moment of your development
I was there with you, remember?

I remember the time I fed you, bathed you, played with you
Cooked for you while you sat beside me in kitchen in our dear old house
I remember the times when you would run to me
Asking for MILO..hmm, that was your favourite drink..
and what would you say to me ???
'Akka, paal pOt cheeni pOt, milo pOt, Kuna aaam…'…
I can never forget that!

Thambi, you grew so fast in the intervening years
I missed you when I went to the boarding school and then on overseas
I missed your growing years - 6-11 years
But, I remember the letters you wrote me
And your little scribble in my autograph which I still have with me

Dearest brother, I remember the times
When you would just take a look at the rear light so of a car
And immediately say the make of the car at a very young age,
Before you were even 6!
Maybe that's why you became a car maniac when you grew up, dear!

I still remember the time when you cried for Appa not to drive the RED car
You must have sensed….
Appa crashed the car that night!
And, since then, you refused to get into a RED car!

You turned into a tall, handsome young man, adored by many
But, also resented by many
Was it because your frankness?
You were a strong character but this was the will power that helped you to move forward..

Thambi, no matter what people said, I have always adored you as my little brother
And for you, I bought a house so we could live together and travel to work/college together
But little did I know that you would miss our dear little old house so much
I still remember the good times we had in this old house of ours…
You were born there, our brother got married there, too
And it was our dear little Vithi Doodles' second home too!

Dearest brother, I still remember your joy when you received your LLB degree
You were cheered by many
You looked so handsome and happy

Thambi, you grew up to be domineering man
You made your decision to start your own business
We were ecstatic, overjoyed by this
At 23, you established Nashma Consultancy
NASHMA….taken from kuNASeelan, Harichandran, MAla..
The 3 of us siblings
I still remember the joy on your face the day you registered your firm

Dearest brother, I knew that 1 little worry you had was that I wasn't married
I know how much you adored and loved me
And I know how much Mom and I meant to you
And I also know how much you were overjoyed when I finally decided to get married!
You were over the moon
I still remember the plans you made to decorate the house
Preparation for wedding, video shooting, photo session etc
And when the final day came, you drove me to the temple, ayya..

Little did I know
That my last memory of a happy occasion with you would be my wedding day
You were there, dressed in an exquisite Kurta
And you were so happy to be the 'Machchaan thOlan'
We finally got to the studio for a family photo shoot
Now, I thank God we did that…..

Dearest thambi, you were so happy when I told you you were going to be Thaai maaman
You looked forward to coming over and seeing your little marumagal
You came dear, with loads of presents for her
And a beautiful locket for me

Thambi, we waited and waited and waited for your little marumagal to be born…
Finally she came but then, you had only 2 days with her
But I'm sure glad you took her first photo
And you photos taken of both of you together
These and your gifts for her will forever be with me
I'll make sure little Ananthiy knows her Thaai maman loved her very much

Thambi, the day came for me to say goodbye to you
I did not know that would be last time I see you alive ..
6th of January 2007 you flew back to Malaysia

I remember all our calls in the weeks that followed
I remember talking to you on the 3rd of March, thambi
You were so full of stories
And, I still remember you telling me you cooked kurma
And, that you missed amma very much in one your smses
I should have put our parents in the next flight after I got your sms!

Dearest Thambi…..
6th of March 2007 began as usual ….
But I had a bad dream, Mom had bad premonition, Dad had been having bad dreams ….
But, nothing pointed to fact that we were going to receive the news that would shook all of us….

Ayya, I had to be the person to receive the news of your passing at 6.30pm!
Oh!! That broke me down completely!!
I don't know how I drove back
And I don't know how I broke the news to our parents!
Oh! how crushed they were
I can still picture the scene ..the 4 of us embracing each other ..

Thambi….Why did you leave us so suddenly?
God is so cruel to take you away from us at a young age of 28!
You left a great deal of impact on many people..
Oh..the crowd that came for your funeral, ayya,..huge!
In your short life, you aimed and achieved great heights
The outpour of love and emotion was just humongous

Ayya, when you left us in January, I was to come in 2008 for your wedding!.
But, did I know that I would come to send you on your final journey?
It broke my heart to see our parents…
And your absolutely crushed Anna…
And it shattered me when I had to do my ritual of sending you away!
You looked so peaceful, ayya, as though you were in a deep sleep…
I can never get that image out of my mind…

With a heavy heart… I had to say GOODBYE to you, ayya,
My dearest little brother Kuna
Born 1.1.79, Passed away on 6.3.07 …..
And leaving all of us with a heavy heart, great sadness
And a life which will never be the same ever again…
We have lost our ability to laugh wholeheartedly ever since…
Will this remain for the rest of our lives?
Will the pain ease a little as time goes by?
Will I still have faith and believe in God?
Only time will tell…

But, Ayya, wherever you are, I want you be peaceful and happy
And I pray and hope you are blessed with a much much better family
In your next life ..you deserve to have a great life, Thambi..

For one last time…
I wish to tell you how much I loved you when you were alive
And how much you are still loved now even though you are gone forever
I know you are watching over us, you dear little family
And I also know you are my daughter's little guardian angel
And I will come and see you wherever you are when my time comes…

Till we meet again…
GOODBYE Little brother..
May peace be with you…..

Love,
Akka[/tscii:642e6ade05] ohhhhhhhhh wow....
i am very sorry .. may peace rest upon your brother's soul and may god give you and your family patience, strength and fortitude to bear this loss..
your poem.... i m speechless..

[Devar Magan]

:cry:

[Sanguine Sridhar]

May your brother's soul rest in peace NM!

[Querida]

[tscii:0866e4d700]will a fortune
ever read the truth?
that all should know:
what insight into the fore
you seek
will be shown due
tomorrow!

mind and memory
crafty sabateurs
malicious in their
concern with what
was told to you
will occur
ONLY AFTER
it has eventualized
its present presence

therefore my materialized
mon petit fou*
you never will know what's
wrought afore it was
ever mentioned to be

realization is your only
recognition of happenedstance

our own truthy trues lays bare
gasps real air pour vous*:
vraiment, vrai, la vérité absolue*:

"Happiness is willed, made, shared
not Happened-made"

the following phrases are in french
*my little fool
*for you
**really, real, the absolute truth[/tscii:0866e4d700]

[Querida]

two creatures
tethered
stalk each other
one brutalizer
one brutaled
one beater
one beaten
one's monstrosity
spins in angrish violence
the other's
pitiying crime
believes its fate
deserved....

[crazy]

:P

[Querida]

Hi Crazy :)

just was curious what prompted the little emoticon you posted...was it pertaining to the meaning of either of the poems or was it my use of french?

[Querida]

[tscii:5df8421532]
*re-sound de sounds*

al-one-ways
di-vide-dee-di-vine
sub-mergeds in germed-suds
v-ainit-y aint vit v-anity
dul-drums um drul-dums
sin-sear-city, sin-scar-ity
found fou und fond
be-leave-ebbs-by-lies-be-sott-by-be-très-all
ad-ditch-shun...add-is-sham
al-one-ways

fyi
*und - and in deutsch
*très - very in francais
*re-sound de sounds*[/tscii:5df8421532]

[pavalamani pragasam]

Interesting, meaningful, poetic experiments! :clap:

[crazy]

Hi Crazy :)

just was curious what prompted the little emoticon you posted...was it pertaining to the meaning of either of the poems or was it my use of french?

nice poems...wasnt sure, how to express ..so :)

[chevy]

Hi Crazy :)

just was curious what prompted the little emoticon you posted...was it pertaining to the meaning of either of the poems or was it my use of french?

nice poems...wasnt sure, how to express ..so :) Speechless!! That good!!

[crazy]

Hi Crazy :)

just was curious what prompted the little emoticon you posted...was it pertaining to the meaning of either of the poems or was it my use of french?

nice poems...wasnt sure, how to express ..so :) Speechless!! That good!!


:) wordless ..maybe

[NM]

queri : :thumbsup: :2thumbsup:

I love the last three :D...different from the rest and it has something that wants you to read those again n again :)