The dam swelled

The dam swelled in torrential rains,

stopping for now the cursed floods,

not crumbled by overwhelming pains,

built at cost of many men’s bloods;

take one more he said and from the top fell,

not getting any wish including love chased,

stupid should have chosen a well,

for swept ashore battered and bruised;

gone mind, gone body, not burning soul,

tormented alone it begged for someone more,

restrained by ethics how to reach goal,

what use to end in uninhabited shore;

the world is cruel to all those loyal,

as the impostors become royal.

 

 

 

Random thought – 1

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.]

 

Today I don’t

Today I don’t mourn my yesterday,

for I bury all weakness that was my past,

and thank it for showing me the way,

to fight for a better tomorrow at last;

what if the world wasn’t kind before?

how would it when I wasn’t kind to myself,

suck frustrations and blow it through the door,

who but me to place myself on a high shelf;

why worry as new days come and nights pass,

my dawn is surely right ahead in the next bend,

believe in it I must without a moment’s pause,

yet time to shed skin and with the world blend;

from today I vow to be my biggest fan,

to burn my old self and become a new man.

 

 

 

 

Why should I live?

Why should I live?

I got nothing to give,

the end is near,

there is a fear;

my dreams withdrawn,

no hope for dawn,

why was I born?

my heart shredded and torn;

alone I wander,

the pain is no wonder,

dreams were my blunder,

seeking the lie, the thunder;

what to do? smells foul my rotting soul,

I must die for I am a man without a goal.

 

A bump

A bump in my road,

I took it in my stride,

a lump as my heart plowed,

couldn’t ignore as I seek a bride;

It is good to be single,

yet can’t take down,

the for sale sign to mingle,

shaming the town’s frown;

what is my life’s worth,

that I have nothing to show,

failures toss me back and forth,

am I to seek solace from another’s low;

need to change now, I’ve had my share of the fun,

yet no remnants from those beautiful days under the sun.

 

 

 

Dreamt an army

Dreamt an army of women for me,

all young, modern, free and joyous,

them shackled, it never meant to be,

did get frustrated me frivolous;

till dawned my failure’s import,

me, a one man army fighting hard

to guide their dreams safely to port,

one man against any chauvnist lord;

I dared defy the world for my girls,

furore rose, their miseries swept,

took on bigoted world in my unruly curls,

alone I fought as they for me wept;

my harsh rage unquelled seeking end,

must free them before I die in next bend.

I must defeat god

I must defeat god,

for that I run hard,

to get what not had,

even if the ways be bad;

not a battle this fought,

a war torn heart wrought,

mighty me defeat him even if wear,

to grab,  conquer hearts here;

the end is near,

there is no fear,

despite the tear,

curses people smear;

predicted to loose all in this scuffle,

shan’t give up as this is how I shuffle.

An army of men

An army of men I got,

it all came unsought,

not had by many that bought,

why crave army of women tart?

not sexual though I a pervert,

but to satiate childhood introvert,

that fought to become this extrovert,

though shattered my fort;

an army to make,

and not break,

who better than girls that don’t fake,

an army of girls I’ll leave in my wake;

an army to defeat hell’s wrath,

to make heaven of this earth.

 

 

 

Where are my girls?

Where are my girls?

an army of women I dreamt of,

are they just my mind swirls,

or are they euphemism?;

for the one true girl I seek,

how can it be?

for any single girl, weak,

before the army I shall die for;

in my dreams I lived true,

to all my values and cherished love

through impossible cruel orders

to my girls of my liberal view;

through them I did murders fast,

is it why my dreams untrue to last?

Blood brother (உடன்பிறப்பு)

உடன்பிறப்பு அவனுந்தாண்

ஆனால் உன்மயில்

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.