எட்டுத் திக்கில் ஒன்றில் இருந்தாவது
நான்கு பேர் வாழ்த்த
இரண்டு நிமிடத்தில்
ஒரு சிறு கவிதை எழுதினால் போதுமா?
inspired by: obvious need for creating readers and this
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Laptop in front
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Chasing the Dots...
The hand strives to print
A dot.
With the hope it would be a
Period or an end of one.
But used to verbose writing
The scroll
Makes the dot dance
A small tear and it becomes just a pause,
Or shows unexpected excitement, not really a stop!
Sometimes it questions the pen, doesn’t it?
The pen still persists
The scroll accepts, but wily as it is,
Continues to fakes the stop to a continuum…
The mindscape filled with these dots
The pen tries to connect them
Chasing the dots
Lines criss-cross
In search of the stop
To rest.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Many Paths
Monday, June 18, 2007
A sudden melody rings across the stillness
The whole world rolls in slumber
Could be in a sleep deep
Or a nightmare...
Even the restless river
Relaxes for a slower journey home.
In the midst of barren vastness
The traveller's footsteps
Hide from the waning moon shine.
But the wanderer
Too weary to sleep
Is not alone.
A solitary instrument plays
Favourite notes dancing on still air
A whiff of chillness as the melody meanders.
Cold dew covers the ragged stone
Gems shining with the sparse stars.
Myriad rainbows in the middle of a desert.
The sauntering song seeps through the sifting sands...
Could be in a sleep deep
Or a nightmare...
Even the restless river
Relaxes for a slower journey home.
In the midst of barren vastness
The traveller's footsteps
Hide from the waning moon shine.
But the wanderer
Too weary to sleep
Is not alone.
A solitary instrument plays
Favourite notes dancing on still air
A whiff of chillness as the melody meanders.
Cold dew covers the ragged stone
Gems shining with the sparse stars.
Myriad rainbows in the middle of a desert.
The sauntering song seeps through the sifting sands...
Friday, August 25, 2006
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