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பிறந்த மனிதன்
சுடலையில் எரிகின்றான்
கறந்த பால்
கால் மணியில் திரள்கிறது
மறைந்த மனைவி
மாதத்தில் மறந்து போகிறாள்
திறந்த கடைகள்
வருடத்தில் மூடப்படுகின்றன.

மாற்றம் என்பது இதுதான்!
மாற்றத்தின் அர்த்தத்தை தவிர‌
மற்றதெல்லாம் மாறும்!
ஆற்றலின் அழிவின்மை போல...
சுற்றும் பூமியின் நிரந்தர சின்னம்!

காலி மைதானம்
கடைத்தொகுதியாவதும்
அறுபதுகள் கூடும் அரசடி

வடக்கே வல்லிபுரம், வண்ணை வைத்தீஸ்வரம்
குடம் குடமாய் பால் இறையும் நல்லூர்கந்தன்
கடல் நீரில் கானல் விளக்கெரிக்கும் வட்டாப்பளை
படகேறி பயணித்து பாவம் போக்கும் மணி பல்லவம்.

குட்டியன் வந்து
குந்து மீது ஏறி மணியடிக்க
அண்டை வீட்டு
அம்பலத்தான் ஆலவட்டம் பிடிக்க‌
முந்தநாள் முதிர் மலர் சொரிய‌
தொந்தி விநாயகருக்கு
பொந்து தேன் பலகாரம் படைக்க‌
குழந்தைகள் ஊர்முழுக்க
உணவின்றி இருக்க‌
செம்பு பால் நீராய் இறைய‌
வந்து ஐயர் மந்திரம் ஒலிக்க‌
மொந்தை கள்ளு
முகத்தில் வழிய‌
கந்தர் வந்து கனகதை கதைக்க‌
அண்டை நாட்டு தேர்தலும்

இன்பம் என்று ஒன்று உண்டோ
இங்கிதம் என்று உண்டோ
அன்பு மட்டும் போதுமொன்றோ
அந்த அன்று நின்றது,
அடி மீது அடி வாங்கி நின்றது.

கொடும் புயலாய் ஷெல் அடிக்கும்
துப்பாக்கி தேடி வெடிக்கும்
தேனாறு பாயும் நாட்டில் தாங்கிகள் ஊர்ந்து போகும்
என் இனமுற்ற நிலை கண்டு
இரும்பான நெஞ்சிலும் கலக்கம் கூடும்.

How could we let the future of a student be ruined simply because he, on real-time, through intuition and systematic ways he learned over the years, arrived at the answer, instead of investigating its beauty and embracing the smartness of handling trickily built web, I am asking my teacher on the last day at the class, when we are given chance to express what we think. It came a thunder as the people preceded me expressed their gratitude and how fortunate they were to learn from the teacher, and the people followed me ended up in talking highly irrelevant matters. And the teacher, the one who taught for the longest hours in my life, is who wrote in my autograph not to forget the alpha.

Writing is something I liked in my life all the time, unlike many other activities that I have been dropping over the years from the list of hobbies, and still I love writing. But, I haven’t written many, I am asking myself, except for few poems I wrote in my mother tongue and the articles and posts on my site where I doubt whether the cause for my writing is genuinely I like writing or merely I want to impress someone, loudly cry that I am neither nobody nor somebody. It is the ability to think what we are thinking distinguishes us – human - from animals, and I think I am going to overuse it as I have already written or talked about what I am thinking and now writing about my contemplations. It need not mean that I spoke genuinely and openly in the past, but I am trying to express my reflections openly here.

Although, the term was coined in my ears only recently, I am really taken aback with the context and the power it possesses, and the necessity of it in my life. Now, I see that I practiced few of its properties, whereas I failed to hold few. I am here discussing, what integrity is meant to me, important areas of integrity that concerns me and the practical situations where I had or failed to have integrity – in that case what I will do in future.

I used to feel integrity is honesty, conducting religious or faithful life and balancing your life between success and ethics. However, after months of reading books related it is time I change my concepts. Now I feel, integrity is not only being honest-which means that telling what is true or what our life is - but also confirming our life to our words with code and ethics. This requires an integrated character, a oneness, primarily with self but also with life.

"In an Omnibus,
Don't know where I am heading to,
Near the window,
The breeze is cool………

Poor fellow, begging for a shilling,
Really convincing, Reasons were overwhelming
I was touched,
I gave
Not a single penny……..

An Old chap, with a broken car,
Puncture in the rear wheel,
At eighty kmph, hurrying as I was late,
Car screeched and came to halt, without my consciousness
It took 1800 seconds,
It was no-man's-land…..

Today, she passed away,
I got to do,
The exam was screaming,
I spent last two weeks
In the hospital,
Incredible,
It was an A+ and,
She was my mom……

I was irritated,
Nearly embarrassed to death,
Wanted to kill everyone there,
Sadistic personality slowly coming out,
Laughed and asked,
Would you mind me coming tomorrow also?
I wanted that work to be done…

It took me two years,
I was so choosy
She was my world,
Alike me, but she
Wanted to accept
Parent's proposal,
Silently said,
Voice maybe dead but cheering,
I would've done the same……

Don't know where I am heading to,
Near the window,
The breeze is cool………

It was an A+ and,
She was my mom…… "

- Circumstantial cavalier

Born man, cremated in blaze.
Milked lactic, ferments in few hours.
Passed spouce, blanked out in few weeks.
Portakabin vanishes in few months
And Edifices in few years.
Change! Everything other than
Its definition changes.
Akin to the perpetuation of energy,
The ultimate symbol of the revolving world.

Empty ground into shopping complex,
Bumpy lanes into highways,
Cottages into hotels,
Eye-catching landscapes into bridges.
For the dawn of tomorrow,
Burning candles, today.

But how do you call,Hoggish plunges?
Reconstruction Or Statesmanship?

Change not only in tangibles
But also in relations
Ignored friendship to be in concord with the community
As the demolition of
Kandakar Buddha statue,
Importance changes!

While Jupiter takes ten years,
I who revolve around the sun
At least sixty times, before the death,
Have what right to talk about?

You may wonder why such boshes about Jupiter?
It is there,
Exploration is happening
For the occupancy of next generation!
An attempt to change it too!

- A Bigot