The dark dungeons of our soul…

When the cry of a helpless

child wake the humanity

left within our core to react

and reach out , but our hands

tied with the ropes of fear fail

to respond,

The heaviness of these sins

we close our eyes to,

dims our paths,

Leading us to the world of darkness,


The dark dungeons of

our souls sink the left out

traces of peace and sanity,

to perish the race of the

human without a trace.


என் செய்வேன், என் நெஞ்சே…

சுயம் தேடிய பொழுதுகளில்

வார்த்தைகளின் வசவுகளால்

வாடிய பொழுதுகளில்

வாஞ்சையாய் நீட்டிய முதல்

கையில் என்னை மீட்பேனா?

முகம் தெரியா தோழிகளின்

வன்கொடுமை பதிவுகளில்

மீட்டெடுத்த சுதந்திரத்தின்

படுகொலைக்கு துடிப்பேனா?

சிரித்தொழுகா சிறு இதழ்களின்

இருகிய முகத்தின்

சொல்லொண்ணா வேதனையில்,

மரித்த மனிதத்திற்கு

ஒப்பாரி வைப்பேனா?

பெண்களை தெய்வமாக்கி

கற்கள்தான் என நினைத்து

உயிர்ப்பின் சுவாசத்தை

கழுத்தறுக்கும் சமுதாயத்தில்

பொய்யான ஓர் அங்கமாய்

ஆறுதல் தான் தேடுவேனா?

என் செய்வேன்

என் நெஞ்சே…

கனக்கும் இதயத்தை

சுமக்கும் பொழுதுகளில்

பாரம் தாங்காமல்

நானும் தான்

இறக்கி வைக்க துணிவேனா?

Set her free…

Release her ,

So she is relieved

of your constant memories

tied tight to her tender heart

weighing up her being that

drowns her in the sea of sorrows,

Let her breath free ,

Your constant reminder is fueling

her despair to burn,

The war of her survival and the

anguish of your death is the constant

pain she wish to evade to live a

life of her own…

Set her free from your love for her…


Drama of our life…

The Creator , the director,

Reverse this play,

To rewrite the scenes

As his ways,

And give us an entry,

when he fancy’s,

The costumes we wear entitling

our role,

The scenes and dialogues

defining our goals,

We become a Hero or a villain ,

Not by choice but by chance,

The drama that is our life proceeds,

To it’s end,

leaving a aching desire

for others to follow our suit,

Or a consuming hatred to rip us apart,

The roles we play defining this soul,

We the puppets in his hands playing

our roles…


I gift back your love…

You come with a rose and a chocolate

to console my suspicious mind,

The colour I never favoured

and the taste I never savoured,

Once a solid love ,

Now on a fragile path,

To hold or let go?

The years enriching our souls

With different songs,

Whose uniqueness of music

colliding with the other,

The beauty of the symphony

Lost to the ears,

On this day of love,

To flourish the goodness left in me,

I release you from this bond,

So I retrieve my truth and peace.


Simplify your life…

Simplify the developments,

For , this world is for all,

From crawling beings to

Standing trees,

Have reserved their place in here

before us all,

Simplify your language,

Every little words of kindness,

Are the best for the ears to hear,

And the words that are savoured

with hope are favoured by all,

Simplify this life,

To cherish the beauty our

heart holds,

So the joys of innocence purify

our soul,

Simplify the attributes,

Our deeds of this life is the road

to our salvation,

And with a clear conscience

we do attain the sanity we crave,

Simplify your collections,

Material benefits never travel long,

So the experiences we own is the

only earnings God the master

account to us all…


Wanders a lonely soul…

Climbing the highest of the peaks,

Swimming the deepest of the oceans,

Roving the plains and deserts,

Wanders a lonely soul,

It straggles through its thoughts,

Searching for the source to connect,

It’s cracked soles begging for a heal,

Wanders a lonely soul,

Oblivious of the period or territory,

Ignoring the heart’s bewildered cry,

Trying to find its solace and peace,

Wanders a lonely soul,

To escape the predicaments of life,

And find a vent to release,

To rediscover the lost hope,

Wanders a lonely soul,

Answers unveiling even

more questions,

Prolonging the journey to the

Discovery of self ,

wanders a lonely soul…


Poems never born…

The busy schedules paralyzing the


Words just stare ,

Jumbled like the puzzling emotions

tied tight by the strings

of relationships waiting

to be sorted in the time of leisure,

Some experiences waits to be shared,

Spinning the imaginations with

the golden threads of language,

The poem of my heart gathers its

colourful feathers to gain its flight,

To touch the souls ,

To heal the wounds,

To communicate the thoughts,

To empathize with hearts,

To enroll my prayers in verses

and words,

I do wait for

the moment of surrender,

To register the part of my soulful


To wander into my deepest depths,

And dig up my secret desires,

A poem waits to be born…