Drizzle

Drizzle after torrent
You hug me after and place
kisses on forehead

தமிழில் - http://kaalaikkathir.blogspot.in/2015/02/blog-post.html

The sound of stillness

Parrots chatter
Doves coo
Dragonflies whir
Bees buzz
Leaves rustle
Breeze murmurs
It takes all these sounds
to make the summer afternoon still.

Dance

On the head of Nataraja
who dances on the head of muyalaka
dances scared a rat

- Written on observing a frightened mice trying to escape our girl Lulu by jumping on Nataraja's head.

Haste

A thousand universes did he spin without a flaw
This god
has
half a second to colour the petals of the oleander.

Wherefore do you and me
whose days are filled with pointless acts
run in haste, haste and haste?

தமிழில்: http://kaalaikkathir.blogspot.in/2015/01/blog-post_11.html

Surprise

Rainy night hunting mice
I find hiding in my hearth
equally startled frog

Where is God?

The Hindu goes not to a mosque.
The Muslim enters not a church.
The Christian sees not a temple.

In mosques, temples and churches
the god that is locked up,

in the beggar that begs in their homes,
in the mouse pup that hides in their backyard,
in the tall mango tree of their garden,
in the ant and fly that taste their offering
in the termite that eats their quran
in the spider that weaves its web around their crucifix

in the morning sun
in the evening moon
in the big and the small

not there not here but everywhere, as light, as complete joy
he smiles in silence.

தமிழில் - http://kaalaikkathir.blogspot.in/2014/12/blog-post_31.html

America

I wish I was in America
Land of far west
I wish I was in America
Land of the blest

I wish I was away
Alone and shivering cold
I wish I knew the way
to the dark roads of old

I wish I was alone
in some strange city
I wish I was my own
left with no pity

Beneath the neon lights
with some soulful song
I wish I spent my nights
that stretched and stretched along

Now,

I know not where I am
who are my bed fellows
I know not who I am
or why the wind bellows

I have no friend here
to speak a soulful word
I have no foe either
to drive a baleful sword

Twixt life and death I float
In this land of naught
No song escapes my throat
It was all for aught

I wish I was in America
Land afar ahead
I wish I was in America
Safe, sound and dead