She Loved The Rain

She loved the rains. The touch
of rain-drops on her bare skin.
My lips drinking them dry. I remember
how she sighed then. The only other
time she sighed like that was when
I whispered some Faiz to her.

She loved the rains. The paper boats
gingerly floating in water. She used
to pluck an eyelash, the longest
she could find. Place it on a boat
and watch it float away. She used
to hold my hand tight then.
She loved to dream. I remember
she once cried when the boat
drowned. That was towards the end
when her eyes so often brimmed
over with tears. I remember.

She loved the rains. She loved singing
over the thundering clouds. Always
a note offkey in that high-pitched
voice of hers. I loved listening
to her songs. They spoke of desires,
dreams and longing. Of destiny and
heartbreak towards the end. I remember
I cried once. She made me promise
I won't cry ever again. She used to say
my smile reminded her of the morning sun.
She hated the shadows thrown by dusk.

Does someone recite Faiz to her still?
Does it rain where she lives?
Do her children make paper boats?
Do her eyelashes still grow long?
Do her songs still sing of splintered dreams?

I will never know. There are so many things
that elude me now. I wonder why the lump
in my throat never dissolves into tears.
Why I hate the slush of rainy days. Why
I never wish to wake up in the morning.
Why nothing makes sense anymore.
Not even writing poetry.

Vinnai thandi varuvaya - a look back - superb climax

Will she? Will she not? This is the story of 2 young lovers in their early twenties who go through what 90 % of people go through in their lives. That thing called Love. I have been to so many movies with expectations and returned home disappointed. But this time it was not the case. Vinnaithaandi Varuvaayaa, a beautifully captured love story is Gautham Menon's visual treat and it reaffirms the fact that he's the best in giving CLASS Romantic stories time and again.

The plot is simple, boy meets girl, boy woos girl, girl falls in love with the boy. The story is cliche`. But to keep the audience glued to the screen with this kind of plot requires a great team and he has got that with Manoj Paramahamsa the cinematographer and A.R.Rahman the immortal musician. There should always be a very good brotherly bondage between the director and the cameraman as Steven Spielberg once said and I hope Gautham Menon has found his brother in the industry. I know Kerala is a beautiful place but to see it from Manoj's lens was a different experience altogether. Also due credit to Trisha and Silamabarasan who are the protagonists in the movie. The way Trisha carried herself as Jessie is definitely commendable. I used to know her as a pretty girl but in this movie she was something more than that. She's by far the most sexiest, classiest and the most beautiful heroine Gautham has ever had in his movies till date. I think the credit should go to Gautham, Manoj and Nalini (the film's costume designer) for making her



look suave. Silamabarasan was at his best in the movie. He totally played down his role which was very important for the movie. All of us know how talented he is, I truly hope he does justice to his talent in his upcoming ventures.

Regarding the romantic scenes in the movie, I am sure this is the only tamil movie where I did not feel awkward when the protagonists were kissing. Such was the class the movie had maintained. Even Mani Ratnam couldnt pull it off that well when Madhavan kissed Vidya Balan in the rain in Guru. The chemistry which Karthik and Jessie share in the movie feels real. The scene where Jessie texts Karthik asking If he was in the train during the beginning of Omana Penne song will relate to a lot of couples, considering the amount of importance cell phone has in relationship these days.

I have often felt movies these days don't use their songs well and to an extent even spoil the pace of the movie. But this movie is an exception. The songs totally blend well with the movie and the background score carries the movie till the end. The malayalam song "Aaromale" is my favorite and was wonderfully placed in the movie.

I am so glad the movie had a realistic ending and again I would like to give credit to the director and producer of the movie who trusted in the script and stuck onto it. I am sure the movie ranks amongst the best romantic tamil movies I have ever seen and will remain in my heart for quite sometime.

Love in a Nameless town

My memories of you are all mundane,
They are of trite days,
And banal nights.

Sometimes I wish
I had to savor,
Memories of seeing the setting sun
In your eyes,
Reciting poetry while sipping wine,
With waves singing a lullaby,
Somewhere on the riviera.

Instead I have,
Moments stolen
From sweaty summer afternoons,
Conversations left unsaid
In a hurry to reach home,
Before glances turned suspicious,
And questions followed.
Of smiles shared,
Away from the prying eyes
Of accusing houses,
Letters and flowers,
Slipped in the pages of borrowed books.
A single kiss in three years,
If brushing lips in tearing haste,
With eyes pinned to the door,
Qualifies as one.

I have memories of a bourgeois romance,
Stifled by the middle-class concerns
Of a small, miserly town,
A town where love was a blasphemy,
And morality a cross
To which emotions were nailed always.
A heartless town with small minds,
And smaller dreams.

I return to it often,
Though a lifetime has gone by,
To hear the hushed whispers of a love,
That still breathes through its tomb
Of dusty lanes and petty houses,
As I try to convince myself yet again,
That for the death of our love,
It was the town to blame,
And nothing else.

Love

In the dark veil
Drawn across the sky with the setting sun,
I see you.
In the fragile silences of the night,
Pregnant with the foreboding of sound,
I hear you.
While thrusting my loneliness
Within the depths of the night,
I feel you.
In the scorching rays of the sun on my skin,
I touch you.

But no more.
I refuse to be consumed any longer.

I'm tired of living a fugitive illusion
That flees from my eyes
The moment I open them.
I'm sick of searching for rare flowers
Amidst my green mossed existence.
I know now, I shall never find
Water drops in acid rain.

I'm weary of love, and I want my days back,
My nights as well.

And so,
With these words of farewell,
I bury you,
In the graveyard of memories,
Your love, pale and lifeless,
Sealed and shut in the coffin of poetry,
This poem the epitaph,
The poet the undertaker.

Your love, that was never mine,
I return to you,
Alongwith some wrinkled dreams,
And a few washed up tears.

Do what you please with them,
But set me free.

Seperation

Here's a song I write to you sanely in love
I wanna write you fast and short
That my words may reach you sooner.
Whenever you feel our love's boat in rough weather,
Think that it's just a passing storm;
That the serene season isn't far.

Yeah this is my song I write to you sanely love.
I close my eyes to see you laugh.
I whisper the words you ever wanna hear.
I say them over and over that you may hear.

Here's that song I write to you sanely in love.
When I think that you belong to time and place another,
Or that I know nothing of your thoughts,
I feel a tinge of envy not part of love,
Or is that what they call love?
This is my song I write to you sanely in love.

Recipie For Life

Take a cup of kindness

And lot of Love

Mix it with Patience

And faith in God above

And joy and cheer and goodwill

Sprinkle Generously your service

And you will get angel food

To feast upon all through your life.

Love Garden

I am the garden that make lovers meet
My morning starts when their evening dawns
And tired hearts after office hours turns to beat
With bare feet they are wetted in dew of my lawns

I have seen lovers from their budding stage
When innocently they look like two ships stare
And the sea of love between them float and gage
In soft susurrus waves they tinkle and care

First eyes steal a glance with a guilt of feel
Again they meet for that guilt was too sweet
Thrice their eyes meet, trying the hearts to steal
And last they meet along with their hands in greet

I shake a leaf to drift from one stem so high
To tease the pair of ‘leaves’ locked in love below
Sleepily it falls without even a sigh
Oscillating with the love-wind’s flow

My leaf might not have rested on their ears to tinkle
Nor my sun flowers have them stare awhile
My wind’s poke felt short to melt their warmth to rekindle
But still then, my face was lit with their smile

Then I brought the nightingale to my aid
Which was crooning a song to an ignorant tree
I muffled it from there to where the lovers laid
In arms, shying but longing for some tune in plea

The tune grew in length giving them company
As the lovers rested their lips and stopped chirping
First their hearts, then their feet drunk the melody
And tapped in tune gauging the nightingale sing

Every evening such paired little fairies come
In my shade with silent feet to talk with the trees
And often with the nightingale they start to hum
While I touch them lovingly through the breeze

Alone

Am done with friendship
Am done with Love
I found they were makeshift
Working Hand in Glove

The ticking clock
The half read book
The muted tv
The silent phone
All reminded me….
I am alone

The photo-less walls
The empty inbox
Spam filled mails
PC full of games
All told me…
I was alone

The prim and proper room
Full done Homework
Cobwebbed games
An empty task board
All told me…
I was alone.
Detest for noise
Love for silence
Bowling alley next door
That I found a bore
All told me…
I was alone.

Feeling like an island
Among a crowd
Feeling like an island
Far out and out
All told me….
I was alone.

The love of my life
She left me alone
She hanged me by a thread
And cut it herself

Only a letter separates
Friend from Fiend
Take “r” out of it
And he becomes a pack of shit


All this has taught me a lesson
Forget about them and the pain will lessen
The hard part is not the pain
But how to forget

It is hard to forgive
It is hard to forget
It is easy to curse
It is easy to cry
Its hard to let go
Its easy to try

Let them be free
And then see
If they come
They were yours
If they don’t
They weren’t yours…

Let go …..
And be alone.

Can You Sing For Me ??

The twinkling night had a story to tell
the tale of a boy who loved a toy
a toy of love that could sing
and in gay did the boy listen to the toy


Many a time in those early days
the boy had dreamt of a toy that sang
for he had played with lifeless toys
those plastic curious which never could sing


On gaily evening of a lovely august
the toy of life met the boy
the story started on a coffee day bar
the moon , the waves and stars embraced the night


For whom he longed for all his life
he hugged him close and kissed him tight
alas! he knew that this wont last
for those worldly laws would kill it young