When I am general

When I am general many things will happen,

even meaningless battles may cease with effort,

but one thing certain, I will never forget my first batallion,

worthy lieutenant or soldiers who for me took hurt;

I dream an army of women, my wish their command,

it was dreamt real and shall happen even if the world stills,

as such dreams of mine are prophecies from a divine hand,

all got skills of a general, risk death each instant like me none wills;

An army at my hand and not conquest my objective,

yet to feed army and its dreams many conquests needed,

Why? I want to give, have little other reasons to live,

a kinder general to soldiers you can’t find even as enemies weeded;

a fighter is made and I came out of world’s scorn,

when I am general the world would wish I was never born.

முட்டி பசி (Tamil monostitch explained)

முட்டி பசி வயித்து பசியை விட வலிமயானது என்பதை அறிந்தவர் மட்டுமே இந்த வாழ்க்கயில் எட்டா உயரத்தை அடைவார்கள்.

Those who know that hunger of the knee ( to denote fake hunger in tamil) is stronger than a hungry stomach will alone reach great heights.

The fire invisible

No one saw it burn,
no one felt its warmth,
but it grew with each morn,
no one heard its breath,
but it was there somehow born,
even without fuel,
and with water all around,
after suffering the duel,
it nevertheless went ahead,
and became very cruel,
though it seemed vague,
shut inside the cage,
it spread like the plague,
with a wild rage,
was it too late,
the heat was unbearable,
efforts to stop were in vain,
the nightmare was terrible,
it caused too much pain,
still no one noticed the trouble,
no one knew it burn,
no one knew its warmth,
it grew with each morn,
no one heard its breath,
yet the fire in me is still burning.

I stand at the edge

I stand at the edge of the vehicle whirring busy wide road,
what a wild chasm for insecure unconfident me to cross,
yet cross it I must to reach back to my humble abode;

I lit a cigarette, a sign of rebellion, to give courage as I pass,
vehicles to the left of me, vehicles to the right of me, thundered,
lost in a strange city alone, a small town man, I was at loss;

crossing road a trifle for those here, how they do it I wondered,
was it practice, necessity propelling them to master the art,
I was afraid and stuck all alone, I’ve tried before and blundered;

the fast busy road, obstacle to aims of shy, slow me, that fought,
fought with courage, fortitude and craziness to reach the other side,
where all will be well, even if for a while, before other roads caught;

what worst could happen, I might lose life and limb in this ride,
with wisdom came courage yet stuck without help on this road side.

I write with ease

I Write with ease and shall write as I please,
oh world, swallow my words and hold me high,
I will conquer all before ends my life’s lease.

for etched in me are the pain and the mysteries,
that I chase away each day with my toil and not cry,
I write with ease and shall write as I please.

chasing lofty aims I seek honey with the bees,
dare stop me in my quest, oh, fate, you do try,
I will conquer all before ends my life’s lease.

I shall strive to give shade though I lack it, like trees,
some seasons been good to me, though some left me dry,
I write with ease and shall write as I please.

with time, effort and company the pain does decrease,
some day will totally cease, for my dreams I’ll fight till I die,
I will conquer all before ends my life’s lease.

those that scorned shall come flocking like geese,
my words conquer, me the one without words, ever shy,
I write with ease and shall write as I please,
I will conquer all before ends my life’s lease.