Bharathi R

  உலக கவிதை தின வாழ்த்துகள்! என் கல்லூரியில் நடந்த கவிதைப் போட்டியில் இரண்டாம் பரிசு கிடைத்தது. அந்தக் கவிதையை இன்று பதிவிடுகிறேன். வான்வெளியிடம் கேட்டேன், ஒரு சொல்லின் பொருளை; நீ வாழும் பாரினில் சுற்றிப்பார் என்றது. அன்று தேடத் தொடங்கினேன் சிறப்பு என்ற வார்த்தையின் உண்மையான பொருளை. தூர தேசங்களில் தேடினேன் வியப்பூட்டும் பலர் வாழ்ந்தார்கள், வாழ்கிறார்கள் மெய் மறந்து நின்ற பின்னும்  ஏதோ ஒன்று குறைந்தது என்னவென்று தெரியவில்லை. எனது தேசத்தில் தேடினேன், புல்லரித்து நின்றேன் வீரமும் திறனும் கொண்ட பெண்மணிகளைப் பார்த்தேன் அவர்களது வாழ்வையும் வென்ற கதையையும் கேட்டு வியந்தேன் ஆனாலும் தேடலில் தோற்றுப் போனேன். இறுதியாக என் வீட்டில் பார்த்தேன் சிறப்பின் சிற்பம் வாழ்ந்துகொண்டிருந்தாள் இருக்கும் தடம் தெரியாமல்  என் வாழ்வின் ஒளியாக கண்டேன் சிறப்பின் பொருளை என் தாயின் வடிவில்.

I hear my voice, laughing Whenever I walk through the halls But the only difference I feel, Is you not being here at all. I miss all those silly fights That never ended with you and me And now you're out of the world's sight Out in a place where none can see. You are gone now, to a place Impossible to reach; and it Is hard to truly let you go And to know that we'll never meet.

Perhaps something to ponder Perhaps obliged to persist The Universe's timeless wonder is arduous to resist. Perhaps science explains it Perhaps it can not Experimenting leads to miracles contrasting many scientific thoughts. Perhaps possessed by literature possibly backed by philosophy Yet amazed by the Universe's defiance towards the quandary of love.

  I don't remember my origin perhaps in the great before maybe from the great beyond but I saw my spark in you. From all things in life too much to be inspired At the point of imbibition I saw my spark in you. Perchance I get to revisit rethink, review, realise, reclaim for a spark isn't a soul's purpose I'll still find my spark in you.

Beside the blooming red a splash of green on it and off waiting to be seen. Beside the blooming red now pale as yellow bright like the sun but still looked below. Beside the blooming red now just like me and me like her I saw myself seen. I'm the blooming red now brighter than ever just like human sight time always knows better.

Grateful to the one Who shoved me in Path of the sun With an eternal asset Grateful to the one Who sculpted my shape As a growing sapling For this gloomy maze. Grateful to the one For making me realise Eternity is only real For wisdom and wise Grateful not to one But to all teachers Of mine and not For guiding us kids In the right way. For years bygone years to come Tangibly to some Virtually to many.

One cheeky afternoon, when The air smelt tense A confession was made Which forfeited her innocence To clear the sphere It was on hold Until all was clear The truth be told The days were passing No one really cared But to two people Fear of reaction fared One fine day again Truth went out bold And then knitting began A lovely thread fold Dedicated to 10 E :)

 The big moon rose up in the sky And illuminated the filled blank space A pack of wolves gathered to cry At the smiling moon's face Wolves stay together, no matter what Together they hunt, together they train Not a simple fight, quarrel not ruin not They go up or down, together in vain Suddenly one became isolated,  for reason He knows Stopped pack hunting - and Was forced to stay alone Not a single time it spoke Nor its tears flowed All it wanted was A buddy to moan Time flew by, and he got one His one and only, so he believed And then he found as times were bygone The one and only, had claws on his back Away he ran, faster than the racing wind Into the dark, where the moon can't reach All he wanted was to get it off his mind Tears in his eyes, still reluctant to let go. How do you think this should end? Comment down below.

Was I supposed to do something I keep asking myself what it is Yet I really have no idea Of that strange thing I'd miss Did I miss my daily silly chores Or running late to evergreen van Did I miss  morning hours - of having breakfast with people i can What did I miss that my brain  Doesn't know where i had dropped Taken away by the pandemic, which Now seems impossible to be stopped. What can we do, to bring it back? Social distancing, people call it Miss those things that you know you'd miss So that one final day, everything  Will be over, and you can do them. Again.

Floating like a leaf, amidst all tears Fresh and green, through salt and fear Pondering upon the fact that the year Has finally come to an end. High end emotions, twirling in the room With memories that never fade, and Threads of feelings, lined up in a loom To make a cloth of silk, for each and Every one. Truck loads of hugs, infinite good bye Have not the power to end what we are Worsts of good and best of bad - i  Owe you guys for what i am. Floating like a leaf, amidst all fears I'm not the one who's shedding tears For i know i'll cherish these years It's lessons, memories and Near and dears.

மாயா ஜால மந்திரங்கள் போரில் வீரப் பெண்மணிகள் உலகைச் சுற்றும் இயந்திரங்கள்-அதில் ஆடி மகிழும் நண்பர்கள் இருந்த இடத்தில் நகராமல் இனிதே உலகம் சுற்றிடலாம் புத்தகம் வழியே பரவசத்தை புல்லரிப்போடு அடைந்திடலாம்!

A chain of peaks, holding each other's arm, stand in midst of grey sky's tears when it weeps in a low thud sound, they seem undisturbed. When a white hanky flashes from the sky, they tend to catch it, as the sky grows darker, I sit here, my back on the wall, legs on full swing, wondering if I could ever break their unity!

I recently watched Irumbu Thirai, and I couldn't believe I missed this movie during its release.The core subject of the movie is cyber security. We may find a password to unlock someone's phone, and call ourselves hackers. But this movie depicts a simple and detailed answer to what is hacking.  The film starts on a Major Kathiravan, who dwells in the hopes of resigning his job and going abroad. He has a problem in controlling his temper and is sent to a psychiatrist Rathi Devi. She, upon hearing his pasts, asks him to visit his hometown for six weeks, take a selfie of him there and post it on facebook. There, he learns about his sister's love and the demand from the family of the groom for their marriage. He assures his father that he will get a loan, (Although he doesn't like the idea.)Major gets back to Chennai and tries in many banks, but they get rejected everywhere as they don't have any financial security with them. To their surprise, they get approached by...

This is a true feeling every child would witness during the summer vacation! It seems that it had been yesterday,     the happy summers in the month of May, All we do is sit and dream, of     ghostly faces with all those creams. If summer becomes a nightmare, we don't weep,      we simply call it cool and creep We dream of attending a  creepy school,       which we think is really cool Suddenly, we witness alien attacks,         and we find ourselves running in packs. Then, a voice sounds familiar, - as we        rush forward for the next academic year!

I never imagined i would write a poem on the first day of school after holidays. I was unusually quiet in the class today. After lunch it was Hindi period. I had heavy lunch was not feeling very energetic. The teacher first gave us revision, and asked the group students to write test and get it corrected from their leaders. As I'm a leader, I was just sitting simply. I wanted to sit outside and make my friend write. The teacher allowed some students to go out but didn't allow us.  I sat in my place, seeing outside. Just like how drops came one after one, to me words came in the same way. And that's the poem I wrote. Every drizzle of rain shows me my past,    I can't believe it happened so fast. The beautiful images that they cast,    It seems there wouldn't be any last. They remind me of the ones I've lost,    And how much to me they had cost. The gaps that the rain mends,    Proves that beauty never ends. do leave your com...