செவ்வுள்ளம் (Red soul)

(This is a tamil poem but english paraphrase but not translation is given below. Once my dad wrote a page long poem spending great time and showed me and I after admiring it flipped the page and fastly scribbled these four lines.)

அந்தி மறுகும் செவ்வானம் அழகெனினும்,

பிந்தய நினைவுகளில் மிஞ்சி சிவக்கும் உள்ளம்,

இன்று தொற்றேன் என அகிலம் பறயாற்றும் ஆனால்,

வென்று நின்றேன் அவ்வானை என் கிறோத கனலினிலே.

Though the twilight pining red sky is beautiful,

old thoughts exceed as the soul reddens,

today I lost, the world may decree,

yet I stood conquering the sky with my red hot anger.

She was a fair

She was a fair shapely beauty, adequate,

like a peacock that has bared all colours,

a squirrel gazing in innocence she resonate,

beauty enough to have many a callers;

playful like a child I thought of her fond,

but how much was connived I now wonder,

yet while it lasted we shared a special bond,

my iron heart and golden gifts she did plunder;

the impress of kisses she left is long gone,

yet there is a dancing ache from lip to belly,

a void filled with pain remembering each dawn,

I am now a pale shadow, unkempt and smelly;

I can’t settle for anyone but her, such was our magic,

she won’t come, wish her luck, I’ve you, nothing tragic.

I sit here alone

I sit here alone
musing to myself
as silence echoes the night.

For days together
save for an odd word
here and there
with a solemn shopkeeper
my tongue is tied.

What do I want?
Money in my kitty.
Success celebrity.
Be loved as I am.

A whisper sought
this desperado,
said queen of diamonds
will beat you
queen of hearts, best bet.

Queen, diamond or hearts
not for us failures
who’ve played our hand
and lost unto the cons
who rule this world
all in the name of love
or call it kindness.

Try again, a chorus heard.
How many times.
How many ways.
The world quit us
yet we won’t quit life.

The journey goes
and so will we
for we made a vow
to stay till the end.

I ain’t a failure

I ain’t a failure,
you live in this world,
intrigued by its lure,
I just got no hold;

I live light years away,
yet you’re my neighbor,
I need your love and labour,
for where I live, easily led astray;

I thought I got talent,
so I was never prudent,
saw everyone’s talent,
gush in awesome torrent;

seeing minds more potent,
lost heart, though never lament,
happy to see, happy to savor,
their fine wisdom and fresh flavor;

I grapple with the within I,
yet still hold Ayn Rand high,
my cause, opposite, yet still pure,
never dare me, vilest failure;

for I call for death and defy life’s succour,
shall bring change to all with Che’s vigour.