ALONE I STAND
WILD AS A WILD FLOWER
GROPING FOR THE HANDS
THAT I CLAIMED TO BE MINE

MY EYES NEVER STOP
SEARCHING FOR THE FOOT STEPS
WE MADE ON THE SAND
THAT THE WIND HAS EATEN AWAY

THE AIR IS FILLED
WITH THE SWEET SMELL
OF BLOOMING BUDS
FROM THE PLANTS U BROUGHT ME

AS A WAVE PLAYS AT THE SHORE
I STARE ;MIND TURBULANT AS THE SEA
A CHILD RUNS BEHIND A KITE
AND I WISH IT WERE ME

AS TWO FLYING BIRDS
THAT NEVER LEAVE THEIR TRAIL
SO DID WE FLY
THE MEMORY REMAINS AND NOT THE TRAILS!!

aging!!!!!!!!!!!

Ageing!!!! are we not all scared of it ??look at the various products on sale and the way people try to hide the sign of aging!!
Gone are the days when age was a symbol of intelegence, wisdom ,and experience .All oldpersons were supposed to be mr/mrs know all
Now it is the rule of youth or thats what the middle aged people think!!!.they want to beat youngsters with their looks,style, thinking and what not?
.Aging!!!! is it a crime??i would love to become an old woman happily .just think about MS amma ,how she overpowered in her later years!!!!(was more in her youth)
More than women, men are scared of aging .i wonder has any one not told them that salt and pepper is the most favourite hair colour, and aging makes them look wiser!!!!! (god save for writing this).

so here am i

well .now all our thoughts could be made public .its been my dream to blog and pronto here i am .
Always love to read and share what i read .Am just reading this novel by salma 'erandam jamangalin kathai' .To know about a community is very fine ,and it shows our rich culture.been dreaming, towrite about deekshidars of chidambaram .only a few families ;and the customs and travails they face and how commercial everything has become.
If bloging is just musings of a roaming mind nothing would be coherent .i think i must learn to categorise and then publish .well lemme stop with this and just pen a few verses .god save all.