The sea is ceaselessly happy in any season The waves will dance A slow waltz or a frenzied hip hop The breeze will rise and fall Like the breath of an infant Or the breath of a beast Peace walks the land of sea and breeze Silken sands welcome weary feet.
Sleep comes easy by the sea Basking in the star gaze Tired eyes close involuntarily Rocked by the mellow music of gentle rhythmic waves
கடற்கரையின் உப்புக் காற்றை சுவாசித்துக் கொண்டே காலை வணக்கம்!
Life is An unfinished poem Each day I etch a few lines - Some get carved in stone While some vanish in quick sand
But I have no hold On the dawning day Or the nebulous night No hold, on how the dice would roll Each day and night. No way of telling when I’ll give up the fight The last breath arrests the pen The poem stops mid sentence And wastes away in a dusty office of forgotten files