Wednesday, December 20, 2017


A hundred years of Solitude,
A lifetime of Silences,
A forever that outlasts itself,
A time immeasurable and immense.

To hold the world in the palm of your hands,
To count the breaths as if to measure the winds,
To see the world in three steps and no more,
To hear nothing, but the voice- your own.

அறிந்தது உணர்வு, உணர்வின் மயக்கம்,
தன் இன்பத்தின் மோகம் பெறுக,
வடிவம்பெறா வையம் கற்பிக்க
தன் இழந்து தான் அறியும் வழி.

To behold beauty in all you see,
To find peace within, amidst volatility,
To yearn to live albeit the terror and malice,
To seek meaning for itself, forthright.

To be yourself, and be all that you are,
To seek not desire, nor despair,
To hold still the world, unshaken, unstirred,
To let be, to let be, as it is, as it can be. 

தஞ்சம் பெற, தன் குறிக்கும் நீதி பெற,
தன் வழி அறிய தான் மனம் ஏங்குக.
திரை எல்லை கடந்து அகம் அறிந்தோர்க்கு எல்லாம்,
அமைதியில்  நிற்க, நிற்படுத்த, அறிவார் முடிவிலி.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017


There are no words,
Only silences.

There are dreams,
That live till the memory fails.

There is love,
A memory written in your cursive.

There is the nothing,
A lifetime without silences.

There is I,
Upright, and alone.

There is hope,
That lingers as a long lost dream.

There is a memory,
An evanescent winter.

There is Madras,
Home, and all that I know.

There are no words,
Only silences.

There are silences,
Those that I call my own.

Monday, June 5, 2017


Tell me my name,

So I never forget.

Remind me who I am,

Lest I become someone else.

Tell me our love,

Hold my hands and never let go.

Let me look into your eyes,

To find my better self, evermore.

Tell me your name,

In whispers, slowly.

Let us abandon,

The measured tenses of coerced civility.

Tell the clocks to forget us,

As if the night has no memory.

Let time stay afar to watch,

This moment that lasts as ours.

Tell the world to look away,

We are but shadows in sway puppetry.

Let us search for a star light,

A shimmy a'small on the twilight.

Tell no one who we are,

Lest they try to find us.

Let us remain as we are,

Unbound and limitless.

Tell the infinity to hold itself,

A'life of calm till it becomes breathless.

Nothing remains but us,

An ode to our Amadeus.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017


Tonight, can we forget our politics,
Can we forget the different things we believe in,
the Gods we worship and don't.

Tonight, can we feel ourselves to be human,
Can we let silence dance and tickle our senses a bit?

Tonight, can we have a moment of quiet oneness,
A small rock under a vast and infinite sky,
So ignorant that we know not how little we know.

Tonight, can this be all that lasts,
For a moment's peace is worth all our belief.

Tonight, can we let tonight be,
Stay a while, and be you and me,
Our hope, our lives, different only relatively.

Tonight can be,
Let us be tonight.



Sunday, February 12, 2017


To hold the world in the palm of your hand,

To see tomorrow as a dream,

To wake up to find yourself as infinity,

To be I,

To be you,

To be.

Belief lasts, as long as you choose to,

And the world is all you believe it to be.

Life's but a waking dream,

Infinity, a pursuit that lasts itself.

தான் மறந்து,

ஆற்றல் எழுந்து,

அகண்ட புணர்ச்சி.

நிற்பதுவும் அகமே,

நிலையில்லா முடிவிலி.

The light shines the brightest.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

The night and I conspire

The night and I conspire,
To never let a human be my love,
Ever again;

A Hope that betrays senses and joy,
A lifetime of wont manifest buried under a rubble,
So dense that nothing remains,
But the silence.

This silence is mine, and mine alone,
A line infinite, a world unbound,
We live breath-held, 
Till neither can any more. 

If this is forever,
Then a moment is all there is,
Consciousness conspired-
To never begin nor end. 

This night and I,
We remain, we stay, we live,
The pause between her verses,
The gleam of teeth between her lips. 

Human, never. 
If she is. 

Saturday, October 22, 2016


What remains is the first light through the storm clouds,

And a heavy sigh of an old lady with ten sons

Who are nowhere, but a daughter who left her husband.

Plunder, and the world shifts, dried blood in the sands

Are swept around in swirls of remorseful history,

Tales of valour die as fast as they are born,

An instant less than the last life who knew the heroes.

She, he, whatever- the land,

It stands still, a gashed being which heals over time,

For the forests shall grow again, and the mountains shift;

The human tears dried the second they hit the parched earth.

We are transient beings who for all our vanity perish.

The world isn't the one that needs saving-

In our thirst we shall drink each others' blood,

In our hunger, dig the jaws into ourselves.

Our history is for us and our future, beyond,

The books shall rot, and shall lose form,

The web shall tangle itself, gnarled

Listless, powerless, strangle itself.

Humanity- you, I, we-

We are ugly and beautiful-

We shall be gone all too soon,

The mirror shall have none to tell the truth.

The ruins shall have no admirers,

And there will be no mighty lord to beget a son

Who can take you to lands or planets safer-

There's no home for those who doom themselves.

Peace, peace, peace-

For who knows what's there

When no one is there to know.

Peace, peace, peace. 

Wednesday, September 28, 2016



The moment as the page turns,
And awaits a-lay;

The breath in abeyance,
The verse to be sung, lingers in suspense;

Yours. And mine.

As the shimmer in your eyes,
In the looking-glass, as you smile.

When you let the hug linger,
Squeeze in closer and closer,

And wish evermore,
And evermore.

The silences,

Monday, August 1, 2016


Forget me and my name,
   And the rocks shall turn to sand;

   Through the sands of time 
    with a sieve you may search,

    And in the murmur of the waves 
   hope to find, 
    Me, and a name, 


When all is gone, 
 The air too,

The mind, 

The breath,


A dream,
Lost, comatose, 

I stand, I be, 

I am, For that's all there is,

I am,

I am,

I am,


Limits be no bound.

In an eternal time,
Now is now
As it was then,
And when it is now,
It is also then;

And then,
A timeless when,
Where I be,
For I am,
I am,
I am,
I am,

Forget me and my name,
And the rocks shall turn to sand;
And sands shall burn away,
And the ashes too,
And none shall remain,
But I,
For I am,
I am,
I am,
I am,

Thursday, June 30, 2016



Does it matter if it s a ship or a city?            

From up here, they are just a clutter of light,

Floating in the nothingness, of a moonless night.

I lay back and watch the sky,

A blanket of stars, giving way to morning light.

olin vazhiyo iruvidham,

Kanin alavo etinadooram.

(The way of light is two

Your eyes can see till their reach)


Shimmering lights that fade away,

Memory, a treason to the past,

Carried along from afar,

To further away, and away,

Till we no more know,

If it is what it was.

Whence it began, we now see, there

The day we were born, is still untold,


Somewhere we are the future,

Waiting to be seen alive,

The crosses and 'O's

A drama drawn on velveteen yore.


The darkest night is a gray in hiding,

I search not for the white, nor the black,

But them both- fair's not worth more

Than the deepest unknown.

And a shade of Gray, and another,

We are but effervescent bubbles of life;

And life, which we are, but know not-

A quest far Grayer than memory, or the night.