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என் சில கவிதைகள்

மறந்துவிட்டாயா அம்மா

அம்மா என்ன சொன்னாய் நீ..
மறந்துவிட்டாயா?
மழை வேண்டுமென்று கேட்டேனே..
கையில் பிடித்து தருகிறேன்
விரலிடுக்கில் துளிகளை
நழுவ விட்டுவிடாதே என்றாயே..

விரல்களை இறுக்க குவித்து
கையேந்தியபடி இருக்கிறேன்..

எங்கே அம்மா மழை ?..

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கண்ணீர் வழிந்து,

 காய்ந்துபோன தடத்தில்,

முத்தங்கள் வழிநெடுக..

வாழ்வின் கடைசி வரி

நான் தனிமையின் இரக்கமற்ற பிடியில்
சிக்கியது தெரிந்தும் கையை உதறிவிட்டு
நடக்கிறாய் நீ.

வா..என் வாழ்வின் கடைசி நொடியிலாவது வந்து
நான் முடிக்காத கவிதையின்
கடைசி வரியை நீ எழுது.

Something to sharewith..

March 9th Evening 4.30 I have taken a bus in Bangalore,Madiwala and I reached Hosur Flyover at 5.30pm.Only 5 minutes more to get Salem passenger.

“Sir where is the railway station? “ asked  a 50+ aged man, who get down with me at the same place.
He replied “Why  you get down here then?? Ok ok come with me..”;

He walked very fast.I followed him.I thought he also need to take the same train.
We walked through very narrow lane. My very first exploration on Hosur.

Then we reached a main road. Suddenly he stopped an auto and asked to go for railway station. He told it Rs.30.We get into auto.He asked to go fast.Suddenly he has taken some money from his vallet. Its two tens and one five. He negotiated him for Rs.25.and he gave it to him then I have taken my money and gave him He refused to get that.

“Sir, Plz take, will give you Rs.15 as my share.”I said.

“No sir, Take it.” He denied.

And he stopped the auto and get down and  he looked at me said
“Best of luck for you..”
I wondered why that wish ?? To get the train huh ?? I don’t know. sorry.
Then I reached the railway station at 5.40 after, horrible auto ride. Very narrow and badly maintained roads. But im for sure ..This Hosur has the wild dream to become Bangalore.lets see.

After I got the ticket for salem,I entered into the platform.I noticed there was an old man carrying his wife Who is physically challenged,blind.When he reached near a sitting bench, He let down his wife and he smiled at his wife. probably one of the best smiles I have noticed still. Her face is full of pain and sad. she wetted her lips and looked the railway track.As usual my train was late. finally it came at 6.I started to salem. Got a seat and opened Yann Martel’s Life of PI.Plugged the earphone in mobile Ricky martin started.

Yann martel with Ricky martin …hmmm good combination.