Chaotic solitude

Discordant  moments, Wind through the chimes Hanging outside my door. A chanced melody Which disturbs the ear And confuses the heart. Two drops of rain Hasten to leaf's end, Etching watery trails Converge then separate To paint a portrait Of chaotic solitude. Life, the wordless poem, Rhymes with nothing, Obscure in meaning With no beginning And no ending But flowers to infinity.

On the Way From Normandy ....

An ancient classic fiction about a painter in Northern Normandy.

Guys its one of my earliest short story which am turning into a small novel which is going to posted as a sequel .Read this and please give out your suggestions about this work.

Characters :

1.Louis gilbert

2.Adeline

3.pascals

4.Theodore

5.Professor Xavier

6.Anne chasel

7.Raymond husley

8.Josephin Averil

9.Caroline

10.Vincent

11.Surgeon Vance and so on .

The plot starts during the period of THE BATTLE OF HASTINGS , the most renowned battle of normandy in the year 1066, and it explains and unfolds several mysteries which were going on that period , more the mystery extends till 1945 .

Where your seat belts as the journey starts from 1066 to 1945.

879 years of mystery,history and romance . The plot waits till the second world war where the story ends.

And At Last It Was You

Even the wind would walk off, while I was through the meadows.

Nothing kept along except my shadows.

Even the birds would flock off, while I was through the woods.

People were perfect on me moving their weightless goods.

Even the water would back off, while I was through the river.

At that time my heart was like a unipetaled flower.

It was so weird to hear me that dull.

Experts used to say that all was well.

It was a place where everything will fail.

Tears and tiredness were the two that would sail.

It still hurts when I think of those moments.

But they were blurred by some beautiful comments.

The comments that held me high,

The comments that made me fly,

The comments that cared a lot,

The comments that spindled my heart,

The comments that gave me a back-up,

The comments that made me to wake-up,

The comments that carried me away,

The comments that varied my survey.

Its was new to feel my tune bright.

High in the air in a fastest flight.

No more words for thanking you,

Who made me clean like a morning dew.

I know its all because of a single pearl,

Making my mind in a rapid whirl.

Am not sure that I deserve it or not.

But I have things to pay you a lot.

Maybe a saturated rain of thanking words.

For a person who filled me with colorful birds.

Placing me down I had sent off a valuable few.

But bringing me up and at last it was you....

A portrait of a half broken dreamer

THE WORLD AROUND ME!!

why its always me

why its always me

who feels for the world

with heart full of bold

the happenings of the world i hate

i always think this as worlds fate

i hate the wars that are fought

and i fear the good wil be caught........................

Screams slowly disperse as the music crowds over my ears,

Feeling numbness as my hysteria produces flooding tears,

A total emptiness poisoning my very soul,

It’s my fault this all happened, take me whole,

Please let me fade away,

Please let me fade away…

!!ME!!

My heart aches,

My wounds bleed,
My love is lost,
My life has fallen before me,
My tears have dried up,
My fears have gone away,
My reflection is blackened,
My problems are stained,
My pain owes me cures,
My problems owe me closure,
My life owes me death,
My death owes me comfort,
My heart gives me pain,
My life gives me confusion,
My thoughts give me actions,
My being is an illusion,
My cries are all done,
My emotions are all of rid,
My whole life is ruined,
My life has wasted.

WHO AM I??

Who are you,

But a lifeless figure behind a glass,

A distant figure from my past,

Who are you?

Who are you,

With the inverted smile,

Kept behind a deadly vile,

Who are you?

Who are you,

With a two-sided face,

Always falling out of place,

Who are you?

Who are you,

Always going insane,

Cutting to increase the pain,

Who are you?

Who are you,

But a retched fool,

Drowning in life’s shallow pool,

Who are you?

Am I dependable?

Am I valuable?

Am I the devil?

Bringing bad luck and evil.

Into the lives of innocent others

And future mothers.

Drinking to death,

Quoting phrases of MacBeth.

Am I wild and out of control?

Everyone is out on patrol.

I thrive on innocence

Of others lives and prurience.

Am I really the joy of life?

No, I am the ruiner of life.

ஒரு கவிஞனின் கதறல் ( its poet's distant melancholy )

பயணத்தின் முடிவிடம் தெரியாமல் பாதையை தேர்ந்தெடுக்கும் அந்த நேரத்தில் என் இதயத்தின் முடிவிடத்தை , இமைகள் இடையில் கண்டேன் அவளை பார்த்தவுடன்.


அவள் அழகில் அக பட்டு அலையாக ஒலித்த என் இதயத்திற்கு அது ஒரு தெய்விக நிமிடம். வார்தையற்ற என் கண்களை , வாக்கியங்களாய் அவள் இலக்கணத்தை வாசித்த அதே நிமிடம்.


இது பித்துப்பிடித்த என் மனதின் தெளிவில்லா மௌன சிதறல்,
மேலும் சிறகு பிடித்த என் கரத்தின் முடிவில்லா கவிதை கதறல் .


என் கவிதைகளில் வழிகிறது வார்த்தை கோர்வை ,
இதெற்கெல்லாம் கரணம் நீ பார்த்த பார்வை .

- ஆரோமலே அருள்