Don't be clingy like the seasons.
Leave when you have to.

-

Oh Dear Child,
But nobody told you to stay before you twirl
Or to breathe before you leap
To close your eyes and to be
Before you aren't

To step before you do
But to smile before you don't
And to sing even if it was just a hum

-

I do not talk, scream or shout,
But write and pour my heart out.
I know not if my words are right,
But I know that I am here to write.
Criticism I'll readily take on,
And one day I'll prove them, all, wrong.

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எதைநான் கவிக்க_4
(Online class😂)

கடைமைக்கு கத்தும் வாத்தியார்
புரியாமலும் புரிந்ததென
பொய்சொல்லும் நாங்கள்...
(இன்னொருவாட்டி சொன்னா எவன்கேக்குறது😲)
கேள்வியோன்று கேட்டவுடன் இடத்தை
காலிசெய்யும் சிலர் அதேநேரம்
'தெரியாது என்னபன்னுவ?' என
தைரியமாக சிலர்...

வகுப்பறையின் கடைசிபெஞ்ச் கவிதைக்கெல்லாம்
இனி வாய்ப்பில்லை போல...
வாத்தியாரின் முகம்சரியாக தெரியவே
வருஷம் முடிந்திடும் போல...

நன்பர்களோடு சேர்ந்துண்ணும் உணவில்லை...
பள்ளியை உலாவிவந்த நாட்கள்
இன்றில்லை...திரையோடு உரையாடிக்
கொண்டிருக்கிறோம்...

இனி எதைநான் கவிப்பேனோ... (தொடரும்)

-

मैं सिर्फ वो लिखती हूँ
जो दिमाग में है पर कह नहीं पाती,
जो दिल में है पर जतला नहीं पाती,
जो देखा है पर सामने कह नहीं पाती,
जो अंदर है पर लफ़्ज़ों में ला नहीं पाती,
जो यादें हैं तेरी जिसे रोक नहीं पाती...

-

எதை நான் கவிக்க..?
(என்னுள் வெறுமை)

காரணங்கள் ஏதுமில்லை
கவிபாட, கண்ணிலே
காதலில்லை கோபமுமில்லை...
கண்ணோரம் ஈரமாக்கிப்போக
சோகமுமில்லை...
சந்தோஷமாய் கவிபாட
சிந்தவில்லை புன்னகையும்...
மனமெல்லாம் வெறுமை
கவிக்களஞ்சியத்தில்
நிலவுதே வறுமை...

எதைநான் கவிப்பதோ... (தொடரும்)

-

People - why do you write? waste of ink.

Me - No you have been mistaken instead It doesn't let my emotions get wasted.

-

what i write
isn't always
about what
i went through.

it's also about
what i could
imagine.

-

His eyes are magic, she thought as she shifted her gaze from the stars to him. It was chilly, but the good kind of chilly. Just chilly enough for his hands to warm her up completely as they moved from resting on her knee to slowly and cautiously digging through the layers to her waist. The first touch made her sit up. She was expecting a hundred thoughts to pass through her head, but nothing came, so she let herself sink a little deeper. They talked through it, through the kissing and the touching and the knowing. The constant change in his voice, his expressions, fascinated her and excited her simultaneously. She wondered if they would stay, the stars, as his hands ventured deeper, as did his tongue, as did his thoughts, deeper into her. Slowly, completely consumed by them, the chill disappeared and only the warmth was left. His warmth. Keeping herself wrapped in it, she wondered if it was enough to keep her warm through the cold cold winter, that was yet to come. And then she looked into his eyes again and realised there was enough magic there.

-

When I find
time to write ,
first your
thoughts strike ,
as if your
thoughts had
a plan to absorb
themselves in
the ink and go
down on the
pages of my diary
through my pen.

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