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கண்ணம்மா!

வெற்றிடம் தேடி நான் அலைந்தேன்
வெறித்து எழும் என் சிந்தையுடன் உரையாட

சினம் தணிக்கும் சின்னமாய் நீ
சிறப்பித்தாய் உன் சிரிப்பினால்

காரியம் கைகூட
அகற்று எறியப்பட்ட கையினை

சர்ச்சையின்றி அரவணைத்தாய்
உன் மென் தகும் கைகளால்

மொழிகள் பல சுவைத்தும்
மகிழ்வடையா செவியை

விருந்தூட்டி தூண்டில் இட்டாய்
உன் மழலை மொழியால்

அர்த்தம் உணர்ந்தேன்
விழித்தெழுந்தேன்

வெற்றிடம் செய்யா மாயம் செய்தாய்
கண்ணம்மா!

உன்னை பெற்றிடா தாய் ஆனேன்.

 

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Loop (w)hole

I am kind of obsessed with my possessions, my people, my belongings to an extent that I do not want others to know and celebrate my favorites. But then when you are so proud of them, you need the world to awe them with jealousy. And here goes my on the loop playlist that consumes most part of my day. I am being thrifty having to consider various factors while designing this, as I blindly approve every work of some of my very dear artists(ARR, Ed, Lana to be precise) in the list out of unconditional love.

Naan Varuven, Naane Varugiren, Hamma, Avalum Naanum, Azhage Sugama, Vellai Pookal, Aaromale by ARR (Tamizh)

Unnakena Maele Nindrai, Sundari by Ilayaraja (Tamizh)

Eleanor Rigby, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Martha My Dear by The Beetles

Suspecious Minds, Heartbreak Hotel by Elvis

Always by Bon Jovi

Firefly, Give me Love, Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran

Madness, Aftermath, Unintended by Muse

Without you, Dark Paradise, Maha Maha by Lana Del

You Rock My World, Dangerous, Bad, Whatever Happens by MJ

Fix You, Magic by Coldplay

Truely Madley Deeply, Irresistable by One Direction

Distance, Lonely, Human by Christina Perri

Stone Cold, Without The Love by Demi Lovato

Depressed, Her Song by Eminem

Come and get it, Who Says by Selena

Little Me, Good Enough by Little Mix

Sugar, Maps by Maroon5

Our Song, Teardrops on My Guitar by Taylor

1000 Times, Gravity by Sara Bareilles

Here by Alessia Cara

Ghosts, Lying To The Mirror by Aplin

Interlude by London Grammer

And the list and my heart as well will go on and on 😊

Posted in Her, Life, Love, Music, People, Random, Smile, Songs, TheBeatles, Uncategorized

Battle up with “The Beatles”

It was like a replication of what was lying above her, on the sky, on a full moon day. Just as the lonely moon was trying hard to hide under the blanket of dark sky, she was trying hard to calm down and dive in to sleep along with the rest of the world. It was very calm such that one could not differentiate if it was the heart or the clock that was ticking and accompanying the silence. Yet she could not sleep. She remained awake, disturbed, unaware of what was dragging her down.

And there came her powerful weapon, the instant soothing reliever, the music to the rescue. And in particular when it is The Beatles, the battle becomes less worrying.

The soul was pulled out and danced to the melody of “While my guitar gently weeps“. Could there even be a better consoling element than what that master piece could offer? As the song precedes, she was able to connect it to the point where it stirred up her inner daemons and calmed them down.

The song voiced out on her behalf-
“You dint make a mistake by loving them. You gave chances no one ever wanted to risk. It was them who could not renown what was offered to them. You gave it because you know the importance of not having it”, the love that is shattered, unreciprocated cried out throughout the melody. It hugged her, danced with her and loved her back. She wished the song could take the form of people to healthily worry and spread all of the wasted care, affection. Only if the world knew kindness is not that taboo factor to be nullified. She was finally happy realizing that she is exhaling the purest intentions and it was a sound sleep, aftermath.

I look at you all, see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love

As I’m sitting here doing nothing but aging
Still my guitar gently weeps