Ithaca!
Here I come.

I have made Scylla no more
but did I foresee the behemoth that grew inside me?
Who is blinded? Not him but this ill-fated nobody.

Outis is who I am. 
Nugatorious is what I am.

Have I had sense struck me this hard before,
As hard as the misfortune that goes on
Would I have chosen this path?

Home sweet home is far away.
Here I am all astray.

The journey doesn't furnish me with happiness;
As I have no Ithaca to reach out anyway.

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Like every fruit that perishes,
The caged mind hopelessly wishes
To reach and seep through the soil
Being dumped and gone ill;
The porous surface drains it's life
Like a heart went through a knife;
It thinks whether it suffice
To meet the ultimate demise,
And closed it's weary eyes
It rooted only to see that,
Everything nice always adheres vice.

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Here I feel a vacuum
As my mind doesn't succumb
To think few words to write
No interferences, everything's quiet;
Expressed less with emotions quite
Here I think about why can't I ?
No thoughts sprout like in desertland dry,
No great poetry is written without grief
And I see that's life's so brief;
To be downcast as
Everything is all past.
Here I bind that I'm too happy
To write poetry.
'Cause no good poetry is written without calamity.

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Let the grey clouds blindfold the moon while she yearns to see how the fishes in the sea travels up to feel her luminous reflection.

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You are that little firefly in my deep dark woods.
You are the sound of that loud rain that silences the cacophonies inside the mind.
You are the piece of music which's origin is never known, never found.
You are that kiss in the forehead which sometimes make eyes close, sometimes open.
You are that little smile that spread across when you help someone without them knowing about it.
You are that long sigh of mine when you make me feel happily secured.
You are that sun that burns anything but never hurt that sensitive cloud.
You are that every piece of art that's never made into existence.

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மூடிய மலரினுள் வண்டு சிக்கியதோ ?
சூரியனே வந்து மலர்மலரச் செய்வாயா ?
இதழ்கள் திறப்பாயா ?
மேகங்களே சற்று விலகுங்கள்.

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Break me and stick me back with a hug.

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My little daffodil
Softest than the swan's quill
I will make happen your wish and will
No love bounds but death until
Fear no worry, fear no peril
We'll just live in this present moment still.
My gentle Bougainvillea
Let your thorns prick me
Let me feel your soft petals between my hands
And cherish your darling hues all along my lifetime.

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செம்மூங்கில் குழலே
கவிமலர் எழிலே
மழைபின் மலரில் தேங்கிய நீரோ நீ ?
விடைபெற்று சென்றபோதும்
என் மனம் அதில் தேங்கினாய் நீ

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காலம் ஓடும், கடிகாரம் ஓடும்
காத்திருப்பின் நேரங்களை,
வாஞ்சை கொட்டும் வான்அருவியினை,
தாளாமல் தத்திக்கும் தாபங்களை, கால ஓட்டமே ஐயம் தீர்க்கும்.
உன்னுடன் இருக்கும் நேரங்கள் மட்டும் நின்றிடவே..

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