Thunder growling outside,
clouded is the evening sky,
darkned the world inside,

the wind awfully hauls
between the branches of
swaying summer trees

lightning bolds striking
here and there flashing,
roaring, erupting ground

blurry becomes the sight,
a screen of chilling rain
hiding the path in front

sweet odor of petrichor
settles down in the air,
melting breath with nature

the rigid and drought soil,
now muddy and plastic,
yet to see what it becomes

one day, whether as hole
so deep or so high as mountain
grows, faith will soon decide

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"People are like the fluctuating waves of the sea. Each
wave has an own story, how it erupts high, collapses and
gets annihilated in water. There are many of them,
disappearing in the crowd and out of minds. Only if one
leaves all the others behind, grows higher than the
others and reaches the coast becoming ever great. Just
to burry everything under its might and vanish in
amidst ash and debris. But those waves stay in memory,
those which destroy or those which are strange. Never
the ordinary."

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தனியே வடிக்கும் கண்ணீருக்கு
விடையோ சொல்ல யாருமில்லை,
மனமோ வருந்தி அழுகிறது,
அலைகடல் போல் உள்ளம் குமுறுகிறது,

குடையாய் அன்று விரிந்த நெஞ்சம்,
மழையாய் இன்று ஆனதேனோ?

தாங்க முடியா வலி என்னை வதைக்க,
பாரா கண்களை நினைத் தஞ்ச,
தஞ்சம் புகவோ தேடினேன் தேடினேன்
இடமொன்றை தேடினேன்,

ஏமாற்றம் இல்லா ஏமாளி நான்.

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Nyctophilic,
streets just lighted by lanterns,
moon follows each step
as a shadow, as a companion
though lonely
no one to talk
coldness
tired
end.

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“Thoughts flow as ink to paper, chiseling emotions into time not out of mind” ~ n.s

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