உன்னை தேடித் தானே இந்த ஏக்கம் இந்த பாதை இந்த பயணம் இந்த வாழ்க்கை ஆனதோ?

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 சுமையாய் மாறி என்னை சுமந்து வந்தேனே

உனக்கே நான் நிழலாய் மாறி உன்னை தேடி வந்தேனே

விழி நனைந்திடும் நேரம் பார்த்து இமை விலகி விடாது

உயிர் துடித்திடும் உன்னை எந்தன் உயிர் ஒதுக்கி விடாது

உலகம் ஒரு புள்ளி ஆகுதே

நெஞ்சம் எங்கோ மிதந்து போகுதே

உயிரில் ஒரு பூ வெடிக்குதே

சுகமோ வலியோ எல்லை மீறுதே

சிறகுகள் வந்தது எங்கோ செல்ல

இரவுகள் தீர்ந்தது கண்ணில் மெல்ல

நினைவுகள் ஏங்குது உன்னை காணவே

ஒரு இமை எங்கிலும் தேனில் மூழ்க

ஒரு இமை மாத்திரம் வழியில் நோக

இடையினில் எப்படி கனவும் காணுமோ?

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?

Sometimes I wish I could turn back time

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 alright, let's stop this tonight
Baby, oh

Quit playin' games
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na baby
Na na na na na

Sometimes I wish I could
Turn back time, impossible as it may seem
But I wish I could so bad, baby
Quit playin' games with my heart

Quit playin' games with my heart
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na baby
Na na na na na

Rest In Peace Michael

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 was the day I went crazy over a rhythm, a voice and the flow and that song was “Black & White” and it was close to my heart till now remembering its freshness. It’s a nostalgic feeling.

Black Or White was the first single release of Michael Jackson’s Dangerous album on October 11, 1991. It was a number one hit on the Billboard Hot 100 and considered the best selling rock song of the 1990s. Songwriter: Michael Jackson

I took my baby

On a Saturday bang

Boy is that girl with you

Yes we’re one and the same

Now I believe in miracles

And a miracle

Has happened tonight

But, if

You’re thinkin’

About my baby

It don’t matter if you’re

Black or white

They print my message

In the Saturday Sun

I had to tell them

I ain’t second to none

And I told about equality

And it’s true

Either you’re wrong

Or you’re right

But, if

You’re thinkin’

About my baby

It don’t matter if you’re

Black or white

I am tired of this devil

I am tired of this stuff

I am tired of this business

Sew when the

Going gets rough

I ain’t scared of

Your brother

I ain’t scared of no sheets

I ain’t scared of nobody

Girl when the

Goin’ gets mean

[L.T.B. Rap Performance]

Protection

For gangs, clubs

And nations

Causing grief in

Human relations

It’s a turf war

On a global scale

I’d rather hear both sides

Of the tale

See, it’s not about races

Just places

Faces

Where your blood

Comes from

Is where your space is

I’ve seen the bright

Get duller

I’m not going to spend

My life being a color

[Michael]

Don’t tell me you agree with me

When I saw you kicking dirt in my eye

But, If

You’re thinkin’ about my baby

It don’t matter if you’re black or white

I said if

You’re thinkin’ of

Being my baby

It don’t matter if you’re black or white

I said if

You’re thinkin’ of

Being my brother

It don’t matter if you’re

Black or white

It’s black, it’s white

It’s tough for you

To get by

It’s black, it’s white, whoo

I go crazy over Michael’s music, dance, singing, lyrics, the ache and the passion...

Black & White – What a rhythm! The choreography especially Michael’s trend setting dancing in line with the classical dancing of a girl was awesome. What a lyrics, what could I say when I hear

“And I told about equality

And it’s true

Either you’re wrong

Or you’re right...

The rap part....

You’re thinkin’ of

Being my baby

It don’t matter if you’re black or white

I said if

You’re thinkin’ of

Being my brother

It don’t matter if you’re

Black or white”

Will You Be There – Ache.....

You Are Not Alone – Nice Flow... You would melt when you hear it over night with the cool breeze...

I Just Can't Stop Loving You - Mellow

Man In The Mirror, Earth Song, We Are The World - Message

Hey Pretty Baby, Who Is It, In The Closet, Thriller, Dangerous, Beat It, Bad

– Punching Rhythm

Smooth Criminal – Moon Walks and Trade Mark Steps of Michael has never lost its shine...

Heal The World – Love and Care for the people and the world...

Ofcourse what everyone need is a place in someone’s heart...

Michael loved his mom very much and some of his memories...

“My first memories are of her holding me and singing songs like “You Are My Sunshine” and “Cotton Fields.” Because of Katherine's gentleness, warmth, and attention, I can't imagine what it must be like to grow up without a mother's love.

One thing I know about children is that if they don't get the love they need from their parents, they'll get it from someone else and cling to that person, a grandparent, anyone. We never had to look for anyone else with my mother around.

The lessons she taught us were invaluable. Kindness, love, and consideration for other people headed her list. Don't hurt people. Never beg. Never freeload. Those were sins at our house.

She always wanted us to give, but she never wanted us to ask or beg. That's the way she is. I remember a good story about my mother that illustrates her nature. One day, back in Gary, when I was real little, this man knocked on everybody's door early in the morning. He was bleeding so badly you could see where he'd been around the neighbourhood. No one would let him in. Finally he got to our door and he started banging and knocking. Mother let him in at once. Now, most people would have been too afraid to do that, but that's my mother. I can remember waking up and finding blood on our floor. I wish we could all be more like Mum.”

The lessons were really invaluable and what a good heart and good bringing up. Michael and his father’s relationship was turbulent. As Michael came at an age of 5, and with his continues work he missed to enjoy his childhood. And so Michael had a soft corner for kids and constructed “Neverland” an entertainment with fun and games for kids... He as well had liking towards animals.

I guess he never had a childhood so he had mentioned this as Neverland. He once said he has put on burkas and sat alone in Neverland bench and see fathers bringing their children inside and playing with them...

Awards Won By Michael

American Music Awards 26

Billboard Awards 40

BRIT Awards 7

Golden Globe Awards 1

MOBO Awards 1

Grammy Awards 17

Guinness World Records 13

MTV Awards 13

Soul Train Awards 10

NAACP Image Awards 14

RIAA Awards 56

American Video Awards 2

World Music Awards 12

Totals

Awards won 372

He is the one in the world who have given more of his earnings to charity...

Never satisfied genuine craving is a lifetime ache...

I see Michael as a person whose heart is over-flowing with love for others, for the world.

Rest In Peace Michael

Sad Hours...

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 smile. And now my nose loses its capacity to smell the fragrance, my ears turns deaf to the beautiful sounds around, eyes turns colour blind. Seeing everything in black and white and felt the same in me. I saw the sky turning darker and darker and make me feel threatened. Sore heart sees the flower in dullness and says, so as me…

I have become less interested in everything I’m. Very tired to listen around. I need rest. Many things have been tucking my memory and make it work really really slow. I have to completely erase everything and live with what I have been brought into the world as a child. I have to make me whole and light. The burden is too heavy to carry. I’m gonna lay it down. My heart is bankrupt. I’m gonna deposit it with the initial amount that God have gifted me. As this says only in emptiness, we can fill with what we love, and I was surprised to notice my hope twinkling in my eyes…

Thank God I’m not dead. I have another chance to patch up and enjoy life…

Silent Moment!

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 tired enough that you reach for your bed after dinner... But find yourself wide awake looking at the roof of your room silently...

Next time you go silent... Listen carefully to what your heart is saying… Listen to its joy...listen to its pain... Listen to its fears... Listen to its desires…

I Wonder Why?

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

இந்த இராப்போதிலே

ஒரு பூப்பந்தல் தான்

பல கோடிக் கண்கள் வேண்டும்

அதை காண

வண்ணம் எல்லாம் ஒன்னானால்

அம்மம்மா அப்பப்பா

வானம் எல்லாம் பொன்னாக மாறக்கூடும்

The Pleasant Reality of the Past that Turns A Dream Later...

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

World is just a Mirror... It Reflects what you Show...

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.