Yellow to me

Sometimes the evening sunshine
and smiling intestine,
the frequent holder at photos frame
the charming chamomiles;
sometimes the dawning moon
that caught in my cam,
the amazing sunflowers
with pride and produce to face the sun.

The mid days beach sand
the lovers to go hand in hand
and butts to go on bearing heat;
the leaves before go on rustle
and hay that feed bulls;
the sparkling gold jewels
the thing overtake lives true precious.

My favorite drink frooti
I blow and burst with fun,
the light ignored at traffic signals
no wonder, while there are quite skippers;
turmeric, a kind of nature treat
for a better visage and spot free,
drinking cumin water is what
get me better with cold days.
Yellow yellow dirty fellow...
one of the funniest ad I remember.

This was something I followed the path of my late post, Red to me.

Fellowship

I waited for someone toned sweet
to the unknown aspect,
but the moment came that evening
to know the person it belongs, such familiar

Indeed, the conversation went alike
with someone at home and
not like a long time friend, unknown
ever either acquaint

After brief moment at home
we headed to seashore, the quietness
uncertainly gave the opportunity
to advance our friendly association

The sky twinkles with stars
and streetlights to glitter,
the conversation went amuse
on knowing our interest and blog link

The time flew slowly immerse
wanna catch up sometime at large
get us back home, to adieu
with a dinner and couple of pictures

The meeting resonant
and warms by her callback home
to announce her safe passage
and course of action it adequate.

Maya turn a year

It’s since a year Maya came home, arrived as a 20 days kid. A pup that could fit within our palms and sounds such short and sweet to fade slowly reaching ears. With pretty eyes and nose, she attracts everyone’s attention by her soft cotton candy mass and to sound that greets. The way she tickles in her tender gums to bite and to lick to disclose her care, affection and confirm her security by sniffing our existence was new then. She gradually began to understand to whom she belongs to and finding out familiar persons and very cautious about outsiders and those strange being. It was something she got not to attach with anyone so easily, even she had met those uncountable times. Today, even she have grown to an adult stage, she was indifferent in her behaviors and activities such as sleeping only under the closet, even though she struggle to enter the space; drinking almost milk and rarely curd rice if there was an egg; and to not spit anything she nab in her mouth – one of the toughest problem with her. Though absence of training, she catches up with her mind to live and tied to wayward.

Even it was so pleasure having her and love those innocent behaviors, she was at same time disturbing our peace and to move nowhere easily like back, as she hasn’t practiced to live alone or on someone’s care, and need my mom or bro so to be calm. At everyone’s surprise she was very kind towards me, and not allows those unfamiliar to her to get near me or touch, and it goes to my mom and bro too. Seeing me approaching her and understanding my comfort, she used to climb on the couch to allow me to caress and embrace her. Days have run fast against my opposition to having her with us, thinking about our future and circumstance to avoid stress and annoyance could create by her. A year was completed now; she was traveling along with us wherever we go and staying all nights together. Even today, my profound says we have taken a wrong decision allowing her inside our life, which almost struggles to survive in anxious and physical stress. If we are happy and comfort enough, we could allow anyone to share our lives to make it more pleasure, but we’re already in stubborn and who would love to add more burdens.

Actually she was a scared pup for anything variant. She barks like non-stop nonsense until her scare was cleared, and she dislikes being left alone to go and do our work at next room. Like a child she needs our attention often when unchained, to stop her from tearing something, and in frighten nothing important was left to her to easily grab around, but sometime being alone with me and mom she sits quietly near our foot. She likes fondly calling her by ‘maya kutty’ - young maya, and it was some words to melt down her and anyone calls her that name she goes behind them by moving her tail. We really no need an alarm to wake us early, because she does that work perfectly by whining every early morning by calling mom to take her to bathroom. This was something she does to get our appreciation and somehow she has begun to follow this rule now.

One thing strange about maya is ‘she doesn’t like kids’! Any kids come across our home she barks continuously and it was uncertain curious whether she wants to play with kids or rush them, but we are very cautious about leaving her to kids. Lately she faced the problem of more ‘losing hair’. So after weeks of arguments and disappointment, finally she got her hair cut last week. It must have done months before to avoid the annoyance, but none could get properly advice from doctors, that could had stopped early the hair lose. By cutting those twist hairs; the newly growing ones would stand strong without pieces of hairs. These days it was so funny looking at her appearance in skin and bone, like a shaved sheep without woolen. From calling her maya kutty, we started to call her Aattu Kutty (young goat), and it gives a feel of touching a young goat. With ears lifting tall and in thin body, she got much names like young deer, fox, rabbit… and more than before, in her new aspect she gets much attention.

Anyhow Maya is balanced between sweet and harsh, hate and like; fought and fond! So she remains with us in this journey of life, with distress and happiness.

Check here the poem i wrote last year about Maya

காரணம் இன்றி/ No means

உயிர் என்பது எல்லோருக்கும் ஒன்று தான்
போனால் வராத பொக்கிஷம் தான் என்று
எல்லாம் அறிந்தும் அழிக்கபடுவதில் என்ன நியாயம்.
யாரோ ஒருவர் பிறப்பித்த ஆணைக்கு
பலர் தங்கள் மனசாட்சியை தொலைப்பதில் என்ன லாபம்? - இலங்கையில் போர்

உயிர் என்று வந்ததும் ஒளியும் நீங்கள்
உங்கள் சொந்த மண்ணில் பதுங்கு குழியில்
உயிரை கையில் ஏந்தி பிழைக்கும் மக்களை
உயிரோடு கொன்று குவிப்பதை எண்ணி வருந்தியதுண்டா?
உங்களில் ஒருவர் என்று வந்ததும் துடிக்கும் நீங்கள்
தமிழர் எனப்படும் மனிதர்கள் படுகொலையை
எதிர்த்ததுண்டா? - இலங்கை அணி.

"Translate"

Life for everyone is same
ones it gone, that never return precious, when
everything is aware then what’s plea to destruction?
For someone whom passes order
many losing there conscience is what’s worth? - war in Sri Lanka

Hiding yourselves when it comes to life,
in your own earth’s couch pits
people bearing there lives in hand to sustain;
do you ever deplore those lives to kill to converge?
When it comes to one in yours, throbbing you’re
have you ever opposed the brutal murdering of tamilans allies humans? - Sri Lanka team.

Something I thought at glance when seeing the Sri lankan cricket team arriving there nation after the terrorist strike Lahore stadium. I wasn’t intending about anything, it’s a thought that exist without any intension.

Don’t let go forever

My heart grieve, when
told your love is forever
but uncertain will I remain here,
and I want to report back, it’s
a bloom without essence
if your absence existence

You’re someone bold enough
have I ever seen to express lust
and truth in beloved trusties.
The courage, I awake in your shadow
brightens my views far away
and relieving unfold visage

It’s a break, I hope
the pieces of puzzle
could united later;
let the profound vibrations
send out positive waves
to have u back as soon possible

From the initial days
you’ve been my very special mate
taking away the anguish
to sustain peace and truth,
certain or uncertain u believe
I love you utterly.

There I disturbed truly
lately indeed in disbelief
the faith that anything could end,
not the journey of Aussie’s angel Keshi!
The ‘some say love’ dissolves me
not the tear came moment when I read.

Hope and wish, Keshi you’re back in blogging soon after your break, for no reason I let you go dear. hugss