The sound of waves kissing the shore,

Sometimes even my loved ones snore,

The googoos and gaagaas a baby mutters,

Are bliss that can make my heart go flutter.

The creaking noise of the crickets in dark,

The twinkle I hear when her smile sparks,

The myna and even the cuckoo’s chirpings, 

Have no bounds to the joys they can bring.

Music of Illayaraja, and his 80s hits,

Nothing matches up when she hums it.

Rustle in the leaves, whistle in the breeze,

Can you think of compositions better than these!  

Every word that break out of her lips,

Her every word though it may have a lisp,

Even the sound of her inhibited silence,

all sent from heaven to fill up my sense.

~ Somu

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Wednesday, August 07, 2013

When patches of my sky darken,
he is the moon I depend on,
to brighten up my dim mood,
and unlike its vanishing stint,
he is there evermore, his fondness for me
never diminishing.

Time of the day carries no meaning,
he is there when I need to talk,
give vent to my spleen and get things out of my system.
He speaks no word,
yet his listening compassion gives me
all the soothing effect I need.

His mere presence is magical,
giving me a sense of security,
a feeling of dependability,
and the assurance that he is there,
even when everyone else discards me.

So many years have passed,
and so many things changed,
yet this bond has stood the test,
gaining in strength with every passing day.
Even now when all else fails,
the only one I turn to is he – My pal,
My Best Friend.

Sunday, August 04, 2013

Life is a battlefield. Every bloom would declare.
Daylight follows darkness. Every dawn would swear.
If hope, faith and zeal can be your life’s spine,
your ambitions would one day see sunshine.
Oh Heart! Change. Have the nerve to face,
the mightiest of peaks and the tiniest haze.

A heart should never be broken into pieces.
Never should dim thoughts invade your peace.
Every man has his scar, hurting him much.
Time would one day heal, with its magical touch.
A stone unleashes a figurine, enduring chisel’s blow.
With hearts that persist pain, joy and bliss grow.
Everyone’s life is a struggle, so why grief in eyes?
Dream and daily drudge. Your vision would realize.
Oh Heart! Change. Have the nerve to face,
the mightiest of peaks and the tiniest haze.

Lyrical your life , and boundless your thoughts.
Breathe in hard work, from the bottom of your heart.
With eyes full of dreams, and a heart full of desires,
No one can surpass you, if, with passion, you perspire.
Comrade! Plant a seed in your heart, a tree would mature.
Shame and stalemates would become handy manures.
No history is without letdowns. So, why misery in eyes?
If you have a goal, and the clarity, you'd surmount the skies.
Oh Heart! Change. Have the nerve to face,
the mightiest of peaks and the tiniest haze.

Friday, August 02, 2013