பச்சை வேட்டை

குற்றச்சாட்டு ! ! ! ! !

இரகசியங்களுக்கு அனுமதியில்லை....

INWARD THORNS

Thanks, pain,

For your company.

Lest I would be lonely- and

My time tedious.

You make me feel kindred

With the faceless people of the world

Who otherwise would only be

Nameless others-

Unknown, distant.

My diary pages you fill

With something to reminisce.

You are a blunt weapon

In the hands of a worthless god,

helping to reassure himself

of his godliness. 

You only expose

His low tastes

Indulging in purposeless foolery of creation.

While an unthought thorn

Pricks my foot on the grass

I  curse Satan

For his mistaken villainy.

An unfortunate Satan and a lucky God

Make this world spicy.

Windows

Parimelazhagar, Senavarayar, Nachchinarkkiniyar.

Interpreters – uncage birds

To flutter and fly in mindscapes.

Their pen, lights up frozen candles.

Word-locks opened with

thoughts’ wizardry.

Passport, visa- to cross

meaning- boundary.

Arrive in the other end.

Opening windows into author’s mind.

Barbed wire mesh of language barrier

Safely cut to let you in.

Keys working voluntarily

Into the depths of knowledge trove.

  

Meaning puzzled into unlikely words

Hide and seek between different eras.

Digging unearthing ancient finds

liven the thought from long coma.

Frozen words breathe by their touch

Knotted snakes uncurl lazily

Reality takes visvaroop.

Tireless tunneling, mining out gems.

Author powdered into dust long ago-

Meaning rises from the grave.

Vampires never die.

Not buried but sown

Hard grains sure to return.

Seek and you shall find.

Middlemen- meaning merchants

Readymade stock of interpretations.

They are connecting people

Arranging mind meets

A travel across centuries.