Residues

சிறகுகள் வந்தது எங்கோ செல்ல இரவுகள் தீர்ந்தது கண்ணில் மெல்ல நினைவுகள் ஏங்குது உன்னை காணவே கனவுகள் பொங்குது எதிலே அள்ள வலிகளும் செர்ந்தது உள்ளே கெல்ல சுகங்களும் கூடுது உன்னை தேடியே உன்னை உன்னை தாண்டி செல்ல கொஞ்ச காலம் கொஞ்ச தூரம் கொஞ்ச நேரம் கூட என்னால் ஆகுமோ? உன்னை உன்னை தேடித் தானே இந்த ஏக்கம் இந்த பாதை இந்த பயணம் இந்த வாழ்க்கை ஆனதோ? கனவுகள் பொங்குது எதிலே அள்ள வலிகளும் செர்ந்தது உள்ளே கெல்ல சுகங்களும் கூடுது உன்னை தேடியே ஓ.. நதியே நீ எங்கே என்று கரைகள் தேடக் கூடாதா? நிலவே நீ எங்கே என்று முகில்கள் தேடக் கூடாதா? ஓ.. மழை இரவினில் குயிலின் கீதம் துடிப்பதை யார் அறிவார்? கடல் நொடியில் கிடக்கும் பலரின் கனவுகள் யார் அறிவார்? அழகே நீ எங்கிருக்கிறாய் வலித்தால் அன்பே அங்கிருக்கிறாய் உயிரே நீ என்ன செய்கிறாய் உயிரின் உள்ளே வந்து செல்கிறாய் அன்பே எந்தன் நெஞ்சம் எங்கே பூவின் உள்ளே நிலவின் மேலே தீயின் கீழே காற்றின் வெளியே இல்லயே.... உந்தன் கண்ணில் உந்தன் மூச்சில் உந்தன் இரவில் உந்தன் நெஞ்சில் உந்தன் கையில் உந்தன் உயிரில் உள்ளதே ஓ.. எனக்கே நான் சுமை...

Even in my heart I see You're not bein' true to me Deep within my soul I feel Nothing's like it used to be Sometimes I wish I could turn back time Impossible as it may seem But I wish I could so bad baby Quit play's games with my heart Quit playin' games with my heart (with my heart)  Before you tear us apart (my heart) Quit playin' games with my heart I should've known from the start You know you've gotta stop (from my heart) You're tearin' us apart (my heart, my heart) Quit playin' games with my heart I live my life the way To keep you comin' back to me Everything I do is for you So what is it that you can't see Sometimes I wish I could Turn back time, impossible as it may seem But I wish I could so bad, baby You better quit playin' games with my heart Quit playin' games Baby, baby the love that we had was so strong Don't leave me hangin' here forever Oh baby, baby this is not alr...

Michael Jackson – King Of Pop (August 29 1958 – June 25 2009) Does it end here? I don’t think so, I hear him shouting in my home with all his music... History never dies and so is Michael. All human body will be washed out one day but the doings they have accomplished with their heart and soul are never taken away, so is Michael’s music, singing, dance, lyrics, the ache and the passion... Michael Jackson was born in Gary, Indiana in 1958, the seventh of his parents' nine children. His father, Joe Jackson, was born in Arkansas, and in 1949 he married my mother, Katherine Scruse, whose people came from Alabama. Maureen, Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, LaToya, and Marlon, Michael, Randy and Janet were their childrens. The passion in his work was a sure factor that captured many hearts with no turning back. He once says, “I take everything out from me, my music, my lyrics and my dance, I just start dancing when I hear the rhythm, I’m a slave to the rhythm.” It w...

Some moments in life seems challenging my endurance. Challenges my willingness to sustain, my capacity to keep me light, my ability to enjoy life or simply challenges my smile… I have woke up and felt the fragrance of early morning, the chirpings of birds, lovely greens all over. Have seen the sky turning bluer and bluer, the moon full and bright, flowers smiling and dancing with the cool breeze. I had said to myself what a heaven is this I’m living in. I have met with atleast two people smiling to me while I’m out just for less than an hour. I would wonder whether I have been this nice to make other people’s day. Everything shining bright and with full of love and charm that can never get me down… But there are times I feel what a world is this I’m living in. Like Sindbad’s story I’m living in a world so empty. I wake up with yet another morning but with hopeless heart. With no urge and passion to go forward and meet the day. Felt very tired to greet a day with my own s...

The moment when you are parting with your old friend(s) and the train has just started... And you are standing on the door of the wagon... Waving "bye-bye" with your heart beating fast... The moment when an important person in your life, say, after a huge fight … You don’t know how important you are to me, with a crushed heart … The moment when you feel all blue and someone makes it all right and brings back your smile… You stand by thinking how could you give your thanks… When you go out with a lonely mood and see all beautiful flowers dancing along the breeze… In your blue times when you turn around and accidentally find someone who loves you, has your sadness reflecting in his/hers face… When you hear a song, gazing somewhere and remembering that was your old friend’s favourite… They say... The best way to communicate is through "Silence". How moving is the silent moment in a song!! Ever had those moments when you thought you were...

As we grow our innocent love is replaced with hatred. As a kid we’ve never worried about our neighborhood’s races and faces. But as we grow we never worry about our neighborhood. When we’re kid we shared what we had lunch, sweets... and had our hearts filled. But as we grow we steal other’s stuffs as much as possible as we can and still have our stomachs empty. When being a kid we never cared about our life. We run, hang, jump and climb. All was fun and joy with friends. When a friend falls down we give our hand and we start running again. But now we never care who fells down. We run for our life not even noticing that our friend is getting stampede. When did the word fun, enjoy and love became bad as it were the only thing I dealt with my life during my childhood?

இந்த இராப்போதிலே ஒரு பூப்பந்தல் தான் பல கோடிக் கண்கள் வேண்டும் அதை காண வண்ணம் எல்லாம் ஒன்னானால் அம்மம்மா அப்பப்பா வானம் எல்லாம் பொன்னாக மாறக்கூடும்

Its always dreams that we perceive joyfully than reality.  Whether dreams of subconscious mind or dreams we would wish to happen and the distinctive one among this is the pleasant reality of the past that turns a dream later. It’s awful to realize that. I usually wonder why don’t life have a rewind button to erase sound realities of today and go back to realities sounding dream of the past. My memories goes adding up. As time grows, nothing stays the same. But I wish it was the same and its hard to realize over time. Whatever comes up and fades, my memory seems glowing with thoughts I would like to dim. A dream that I had once. A dream I haven’t realized that was ahead been broken. #dreams #reality #failed

People are like salt. If you store them in a container, they are still salt. If you spread it in your food, they give taste. If you drop them in the water, they disappear and turn the water soar. They are the same wherever they may be. Not what they are but where you put them matters.