Category: Poem
At some points of time, I get bitten by the poetry-bug. For all of you classical-poets, please forgive me. This may not fit in your grammar for poetry. Bear with me when I term this as Poetry.
Oh My Resilient Mind!
“Oh My Resilient Mind” is a journey through fracture, reflection, and renewal. It begins with the ache of falling short, the sting of lost courage, and the weight of moments that feel longer than they are. Yet beneath the turmoil lies a steady pulse of strength. The voice admits its hurts, acknowledges the scars, and still chooses hope.
As the verses unfold, self-compassion rises—an invitation to look back at the distance already travelled, to reclaim energy, and to play one’s part with purpose. The poem ends with a stirring reminder that resilience is not the absence of struggle, but the inner vow to rise, reconnect, and stay strong.
Romancing the Bike Ride
Come sunday, fly out of the grind, vrooming on your hike. Find how romantic it could be, when its you and just your bike.
முந்திரிக்கொட்டை
காலத்தை முன் உணர்ந்து
ஞாலத்தை முன் துறந்து
காயத்தை பின் கொணர்ந்து
முன் சென்றதால்
நண்பா
நீயே, எங்களில்
முந்திரிக்கொட்டை |
தத் தத் தரி கிட
மனையாளை இழந்த ஓர் முதியவன்
இறப்பை ஏற்கும் ஒரு இனிய நிகழ்ச்சி |
No Adieu, just Hi
Its a small world – we shall bounce upon each other pretty soon. But a memoir is must for all the 12 years of working together. Don’t want to bid Bye ! and so, this is just another Hi !
Global Village
How the world has shrunk and fits into the confines of your palm. The nex-gen do not bother about the borders between nations. They are just virtual-reality.
I am a nobody
I am a nobody I am what you make of me. Same with anybody In this, we aren’t different, are…
ஞாயிறு விடியல்
ஞாயிறும் மலர பொழுதும் புலர உறக்கம் தளர மயங்கி களித்தேன் ! பதினெண்கீழ் நாடியும் அத்துணை நரம்பும் சில்லென சிலிர்க்க, அறைந்ததே தண்ணீர் ! உடன்பிறந்த மக்களும்…
Sunday Musings
Stretching while still asleep It’s a Sunday Morning By a splash of water I woke up without a warning. ……
