ரௌத்திரம், சந்தோஷம், துக்கம்,
இவை அனைத்தும் அந்த பேணா முனைக்குள் ஓழிந்திருக்கிறது.
நானும் கண்ணாமுச்சி ஆடத் தயார்
எழுத்துக்களோடு.
கண்ணீராக இருந்தால்க் கூட அது எழுத்து வடிவில் பிரதிபலிக்கட்டும்.
வெளிச்சம் என்ற மாயையை
ஒரு முறை தொட்டுவிட்டு வருகிறேன்.
அதுவரை தொடரட்டும்
இந்த முடிவிலாப் பயணம்.
ஒரு வேலை தோல்வி அடைந்தால்க்கூட
இருள் காத்திருக்கும்
என்னை அரவணைக்க.
The first glimpse of a strange new world
A world filled with red stains.
The first rush prompts a sea of doubts
Should I fear or should I embrace?
The temple within me relishes an uneasy union
A union filled with red roses and thorns.
My voice discovers a new tone
As I pass on the secret to my partner to in crime.
Why whisper when I speak
This isn’t an unholy mess
But the first step towards a whole new me.
I see myself differently
For beyond the weak knees and swollen boobs
There lies a spring of hope
Which could gift this world
A new life filled with hope
And a million dreams.
Every human being is gifted with a feminine and a masculine side. The Yin and the Yang. While the masculine side denotes strength the feminine side denotes value of self and the value you place on others. The tussle occurs when a woman tries to explore her masculine side and vice versa. The shift and balance comes a lot easier to women than to men for a man is often shunned if he tries to step on the other side.
Oh please give him a break
Let him give
Let him care
Let him walk in your shoes
Tell him you love him when he cries
Tell him you love him when he shares
Don’t let him rot
Don’t let him wither away
Don’t let him yearn
Love him for what he is
Not for how you want him to be.
என்ன ஒரு மாய நிலை
என்னை நானே தேடிக்கொண்டிருக்கிறேன்
என்னை சுற்றி உள்ளவர்களோ ஏளனமாய் சிரிக்கிறார்கள்
பைத்தியம் என்கிறார்கள்
நானோ கொஞ்சம் கொஞ்சமாய் இருளில் மூழ்கி கொண்டிருக்கிறேன்
இவர்களின் கேலி பேச்சை கேட்கும்பொழுது தூக்கு கயிறு கூட பாரமாய் தெரியவில்லை.
வாழ்க்கையை முடித்து கொள்ளலாமா
விடியல் பிறக்குமா
காலத்தின் பதிலுக்காக காத்துக்கொண்டிருக்கிறேன்.
I wish we knew the real YOU while you were alive
But now the entire state mourns your demise
The questions linger
Who were you?
An Enigma
An Isolated Soul
Or
A leader of the masses.
Perhaps you needed that veil of arrogance
To fight and survive in a man’s world.
The sheer audacity of returning as the leader
To the very place which stripped and humiliated you
Is a timeless tale of determination and grit.
Perhaps your lonely heart needed that pedestal
To seek refuge in the hearts of the masses
The throne is empty as the tigress breathes her last.
History will have a different story to tell
The pages will script a tainted leader
But we know for sure that
Amongst us a walked a Woman
Who showed us all
The Art of being unapologetic for life’s choices
Despite being in a Man’s World
Oh my Holy Grail
You were my quest
And mine alone
The world at my feet
But it is you I seek
I maybe a fading memory
But you were a permanent impression
Oh my Holy Grail
The quest lingers
Like a never ending trail
I yearn for those hands
That held me tight
For those smaller moments
Of absolute delight.
Stop it already.
It’s her Image and not yours
Every time you mock she retreats
And seeks a plastic version of herself
The mirror lies every time
Is it her fault or yours ?
Why drive her to a state of despair
When you can embrace her for what she is
She might not be your version of perfect
But there’s her version too
A version invisible to the naked eye.
The veil of hope seldom lifts
There are cries of freedom everywhere
But to me they are just whispers from a distant land.
Love is a choice or so I believed.
Until love blessed me in a strange way
The family shuns and the society mocks
As I lament in darkness o’er my twisted fate.
The promise of acceptance remains a mere wish
As fear mocks my perfectly sane choice
I yearn for a world which accepts the alternate.
A walk down the aisle without prejudice
A crowd filled with joy as I hold her hand.
I chose her and not him
Don’t haunt me with why
For love doesn’t bind genders
It binds two souls who are meant to be.
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