This rose in my heart when my sweet grandson left me to move with his mother after a period of four months from he first jumped into this beautiful world.

The sleeping night lamp
And the dry bed nearby ,

The still cradle rope,
With the twisted lips
The weep you filled the air,

The clinging laugh
you make, when the belly
shys with the naughty touch,

The murmur of lallabee
That lays on my sweet lips,

Everything above were dumb
like me when
My dear! Oh! my dear!
When you were ready with your
packings , to move to your
mother's house

My dear! Oh! my dear!

Accept "NO" with a smile

At two days before at nellai, an incident happened. A car dashed on a girl who was riding a bi-cycle. Inside the car was a boy who was a medico studying at a chennai college.The girl was thrown away from the cycle and she met death after some time she was admitted in the hospital.

News are leaking. How far it is reliable only time can tell. Though the boy studying in chennai he belongs to Nellai. He was teasing the girl for quite a long time. It is being told that even the school authorities have given complaint to the police. Whether it was an accident or intentional it is not yet known. But he has made the parents child less.

That is the age to receive Love with a bouque. But to forget the person who refuses the love is human. You must expect both the answers "yes" or  "No" when you disclose your love to any one. Then their "NO"  will not hurt and make you feel your ego is damaged. And when it goes beyond the limit it will lead to untoward behaviour. Even after death "sariga shah" is still alive in our memories.

If the boy made the accident is rich he will escape from the hands of law. Even he can go to abroad and become a preacher. But think of the girl's parents. Once lost is lost. Nobody stay still as a devadass because they did n't get the girl they love.  Even it is intelligent to pass on the tragedy just like that. How can it be right to pour acid on the girl's face, or try to kill her, or to destroy her happy married life when a girl refuses one's love.

How idiotic it is to take it as an insult when a girl refuses a boy's love. A cinema can sow poisonous seed very easily. Only if it is stopped showing that, in anyway one should get the girl who refuses or else perish her only then these tragadies can come to an end.

Think about it friends!!

GULMOHAR!!

                                                                                               குல்மொஹரின் 
                                                                                                ரத்தச் சிவப்பும்
                                                                                                 பூக்களைப் போல
                                                                                                 ஒளிர்ந்தது .
                                                                                                 உன் கண்களில்
                                                                                                என் மீதான காதல்
                                                                                                 கண்வழி
                                                                                                பொறி பட்டது போல்
                                                                                               குல்மொஹரைப்
                                                                                               பார்க்கும் போதெல்லாம்
                                                                                               பற்றி எரிகிறது மனது
YOUR LOVE OVER ME  
GLOWS            
IN YOUR EYES
LIKE THE BLOOD RED
KULMOHAR FLOWERS.

MY SOUL
STARTS BURNING
AS IF IT GETS
 A FLICK OF FIRE
WHEN I SAW
THE GULMOHAR
WHICH REFLECTS
YOUR LOVE OVER ME

OH!!
 MY LOVELY GULMOHAR!!                                                
                                                                                                 THANKS TO :         
                                                                                                  THENAMMAI LAKSHMANAN
                                                                                                    http://honeylaksh.blogspot.com
                               

ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE!!

WATER FLOWERS BLOSSOM
IN YESTER RAINS

OPEN THEIR PETALS
ON THE FLOOR OF TERRACE
AND ALSO ON THE
SLANTING WALLS.

I
WENT TO THE UPSTAIRS
JUST TO TAKE
THE DRIED CLOTHES.
BUT
RUBBED MY CHEEKS,
DOUBTING WHETHER
YOUR WET KISS
I RECEIVED YESTERDAY
WITH ROSE AND THORNS
IS STILL THERE
IN MY ROSY CHEEKS.


                                                                                                                THANKS TO:
                                                                                                  THENAMMAI LAKSHMANAN
                                                                                                    http://honeylaksh.blogspot.com

LITTLE SPARROW!!

    THE BEAUTIFUL 

,                LITTLE SPARROW!

    SWINGING ON THE

                 TREE'S ARROW!

    SO CALLED "MY MAN"

                 ZOOMED ME IN A ROOM

     WITH A BLOW !

     EYES FILLED WITH,

                 AND MY SORROWS

     SWALLOWED.

                I WENT AND SAT

   IN THE SAME STAIRS,

  TO KNOW THE REASON 

               OF THE BLOW.

THE LITTLE SPARROW

              FLUE AWAY!

THE YOUTH ON THE 

             UPSTAIRS NEAR THE SKY                                                                        

SENT A GARGEOUS SMILE

              FOR MY RETURN

TO SEE HIM AGAIN !!

                                                                                                       RUFINA RAJKUMAR
                                                                          FROM http://www.venthayirmanasu.blogspot.com

LOVE GAME !!

 

COME CLOSE DEAR,

LET THE DARKNESS

GET WARMTH,FROM THE FIRE IN US.

THE NIGHT, WITH A BLUSH!

WE, WITHOUT SHAME!!

                                                                             COME!!
                                                          LET US PLAY THE LOVE GAME .
                                                                                                                THANKS TO
                                                                                                VAIRAS KAVITHAIGAL                                                                                             "நிறைய அமுதம் ஒரு துளி விஷம் "
                                                                                        

I have decided to translate the beautiful tamil poems i have read in English.
This idea blossomed at a blogger's meet at Chennai when a friend of me asked why we translate only from English to Tamil. why not tamil to English?
That made me create this blog blossom to translate good articles from Tamil to English
Give your friendly hands to shake with blossom111111