யார் வீட்டு கல்யாணத்துக்கோ நான் மாப்பிளை என நினைத்து போய் கை சுட்டு வந்த கோமாளி நான்.
I went to some stranger’s wedding thinking myself as the groom and got burnt, such a fool am I.
[This saying is a result of an incident. I love kids, who doesn’t, and was invited to the sports day in my mom’s play school. I waltzed in as an owner instead of the observer I was supposed to be and got embarrassed.]
என் உடன் பிறந்தது
என் சிரிப்பு தான்
அதை நான் யாறுக்ககவும்
காவு கொடுக்க மாட்டேன்.
Even if he is my blood brother, the one truly of my blood and born with me is my laughter that I won’t sacrifice for anyone.
God willing or cosmos willing I will rise to defeat him or it with the help of feminine power or the asexual divine, for defeated by me they will be reborn without sexual evils and the C word rhyming with haste and realize their true potential along with me trying to teach me a lesson in humility as I drown in pride.
(After Marakkurangu) quidditch is the first and most famous coed sport in the world but the fact that it can be played without brooms in reality is lost to the world is a sad thing, no need of broom but all you need is a coed team of friends and family.
( இதுவும் கடந்து போகும். This too shall pass.)
As do magical moments pass, so will awkward moments, so live in the moment and those magical moments alone.
If tears and laughter are a disease I am happy that they are contagious.
If god or the world is the equalizer and there are orphans born then it explains why singles like me have to gradually lose all love to die orphans.
Only when you realize there is a god and he is powerful that you hate him most and become stubborn to reject heaven for hell.
I don’t believe in soulmates but I also don’t believe in a random draw either.
I created songs mediocre in vapours,
but happy, pleausured and content,
till all broke in thousand metaphors,
song enriched but I was spent.