பயணங்கள்

இலக்கை
அடைவது நிச்சயமில்லை
இருந்தும்
இடம் பிடிக்கின்றன
கைக்குட்டைகள் !

மழை காலம்

பெரும் மழையின்

ஆரவாரத்தை மிஞ்சும்

மழைக்கு பின் விழும்

தண்ணீர் துளியின்

ஓலி.

இளமை காலங்கள் !

நீண்ட பயணத்தில்
ஈண்ட பொருள் பையில்
எவ்வளவு தேடியும்
கிடைக்கவில்லை
பூட்டிய விட்டின் சாவி !

Thinking of you..

Thinking of you..
Its like thinking of the umbrella
we forgot to take while raining.
Or may be its like
thinking of the rain which failed to come
while you carry one.
Its like well known word
which just refuse to come to complete
the poem.
Its only that ..
I am all questions if you are the answer.
But now I understand..
Its not a necessity to think of a question
to bring an answer.
When an answer appears the question ..Disappears!
Answer stays for ever.
Thinking of you is like..
Being in the middle of a strom..
Every thing else disappear.

மாலை பொழுதுகள்

காலியாய் சாய்ந்த
மது குப்பி
நிமிருந்து நின்றது
கொசுவர்த்தி சுருளுக்காக !

தோழி

எழுத்து பிழை நீக்கி

கவிதை தேடும் நாயகி நீ..

உன்னை வாழ்த்த

வான் கதவை திறந்து

வந்தது மழை !

Floating moon

Every time I see her..
she is always an angel in white.
So innocent that keeps her self away
from the turmoils of day times survival skills.
She wont smile back
still never got tired of watching her
so silent she she is..
allows the nature to perform its music.
She is shy..
couldn't convince her to meet in a room.
Her pride is so painful..
she let all the flowers i have send her to pass by..
I am just another person
waiting in the river bank for her
to come out of water !

A Traveller's diary page 2

I am passing through a landscape
which reminds you a lot to me..
While raining.. its heavy
like your silence when you are angry.
The breeze.. when it pass
its so soft and soothing,
like the way you smile with your eyes.
The flow of the streams
that's the way you move.. so sure.
The greenery out here are
so beautiful and peaceful..
like the way you look while sleeping.
You cant judge the depth of these rivers
the same with your mood.
The rainbows are as play full as you are.
The clear Sky and huge mountains
are there to feel and see..
but you cant understand them
like your Secrets!

A Traveller's Diary.

When I started to return home
from Manali..
Beas..She also came along..
I thought she has come to wish me farewell
but She refused to leave
I'm afraid she is in love with me.
I too kind of like her ..
not only me..every one like her..
She is beautiful..
Talkative.. Energetic..
Very clean and so Sweet also..
still i cant bring home..
Back home
we have notorious sand smugglers..
She is safe here
Long Live River Beas
Bye for now.. !

Losing me

Tried to write a book..

A collection of words you spoke to me

After composing still felt there is some more left out..

then realised there was more of silence in between us..

Started travelling into that silent valley...

and disappeared !

Rolling Stone

My thoughts about you..

runs in like a River.

me the rough rock..

rolls and dislove in the flow..

here now Im a pebble a present to you

still not a diamond to be there in your crown..

may be a place in your necklace.