Saturday, September 4, 2021

                                                 கதைப்போமா?

                                                                            - Winmayil

மழையின் இரவில் ஒரு குடையினில் நடப்போமா;

             மரத்தின் அடியில்  மணிக்கணக்கினில் கதைப்போமா?

She sets it as Whatsapp status. Immediately there is a first viewer. Curiously she checks. Of course, to her happiness and disappointment of losing again, there is his reply to her status “Check my status baby”.

ஒன்றாக நீயும் நானும்தான்

கதைப்போமா கதைப்போமா கதைப்போமா

 நீ பேச பேச காயம் ஆறுமே

sings his status. She couldn’t believe it. Everytime when she sets a status for him, he could sense it through telepathy and exactly two or few minutes before he would have set a song relevant to hers. Is it his LOVE for me? She even googles to check whether there is any alarm to remind if anyone sets status.

Aanand. Santhoshi’s heart throb. His every word is a music to her. When his eyes meet her, her heart skips a beat. Thoughts about him always bring a smile on her lips. Both are colleagues. Their friendship begins by checking and responding to each other’s status. Gradually it turns into love, setting status privacy to only one of their contacts. Aanand is too possessive. Santhoshi spending a minute with others without visiting him in the free hours would even make him block her contact.

After chatting with Aanand till he sleeps, Santhoshi reads a diary which she found yesterday from a bundle.

Avar kita enaku bayam ellam illa. Aana muthal nallae itha kaeta thappa nenaiparonu oru thayakam. ennoda thayakatha thuki potathu antha pugai. Naan “Ennanga…” apdinu kupida vaaya thiranthaen, avar “Ithan ennoda kadaisi cigarette. Don’t worry”. Enaku enna sollaenae therila. vayadachi poitaen…

Amma veetuku poganum pola iruku. Aana viduvangala.

Intha diarya avar padichitara? irukathu. Naanthaan slabla mariachi vachirukaene. apram epdi athaita “Amma, office vishayama Maayavaram varaikum poganum. Nayagiya avanga amma veetla vittutu varum pothu kutitu varaenu” thyryama paesitaru. Kadavlae, avar enaku kidaicha arputham.

             Next Morning Aanand seems to be different. He neglects her. Santhoshi couldn’t be normal. She decides to text him. But she was blocked in every social media. She sends a mail pleading to unblock. She knows why she is punished by him. She slept late; woke up late; didn’t call him or text him in the morning; Santhoshi doesn’t know how to tackle him and handle his overwhelming love. She thinks for a second that she too can block and leave him. Aanand’s love is as pure as the happiness she gets whenever he is with her. He never misbehaves with her. Then brushing away the thought of unblocking, she begs him in person. He says, he will unblock when she realises her mistake. Her self-respect warns her to block him. She too takes revenge and returns home with a heavy heart. She wants to take refuge at her mother’s diary.

Santhoshi vanthu Naal varusham agiduchu. avar koncham enna vitu vilaguraronu thonuchu. Oruvaelai Santhoshi irukuranala irukalam

Ada Rama.. Naan thaan avar maritarunu thappa nenaichitaen. innaiku office pogama romba naeram roomlayae iruntharu. yaenu kaeta “nee katindu irukura pudhu sari enna poga vidamatanguthu” “office porathu unga kadaimanna..pongo”. avar katila kaati “ithuvum ennoda duty thaandinu” siricharu.

Mobile sings. She knows it’s a call from Aanand’s friend requesting her to unblock.

Ivalavu naala naan manasula nenaikiratha muhathula padichi nadantha avaroda manasa naan evalavu purinchikitaenu therila. avaroda kadaisi naal. Enkaya pidichitu “Nayagi payapadatha, Santhoshiya aanandama vazhnal muzhuthum vachika oruthan varuvaan. enaku ore oru aasaithan. nee enna Devanu kupidanum. Kupidu”

“Nayagiyin Devan” murmurs her lips; hands unblock him. Next second his status…

என் வீட்டில் இரவு அங்கே இரவா
இல்லே பகலா…

சொர்க்கம் மண்ணிலே பிறக்க 
நாயகன் ஒருவன்… 
நாயகி ஒருத்தி…

“OMG! He doesn’t even need my face to read; just hears my thoughts; speaks to my heart; lives with my LOVE.”

Silence!! if Expressed!!

 The Sound of Silence

Eruption of unspoken thoughts

heard by heart

screamed inside

louder than words.

 

Roars of mind,

humming of brain, and

vibration of soul

assassinate words.

 

Utterances sans words

loudest of all thunderclaps -

Hush! Hush!

Whispers of Nostalgia!

 

Feeble cry of fluttering heart

can you hear?

It is a language

for heart to heart.

 

Find its meaning -

Blissful quietness

offering solace to soul

called peace within.

 

It’s as mute as a dumb flute

playing voiceless melodies

breaking the sigh of breathing breeze

filling the void with desolate rhythms.

 

Decipher that silence -

a grave threat,

a deadly weapon,

a mortal curse.

 

Reply of zipped lips

unlocking doors of solitude

with zero reaction as

self-healing.

                Winmayil

Thursday, July 15, 2021

Preamble

Dear friends,

Greetings to all!

Since time immemorial, Literature inculcates culture into human beings. It regulates the human mind with the moral lessons taught through life experiences. It records the history of the country and its people in a fictional setting. It attracts the readers through its narration, language, and imagination. It is neither superior nor inferior to any other disciplines of study. It is the passion of the readers and the emotion of the writers that help it withstand time. It's my simple step to guide the new readers of Literature with useful hints to enrich their reading list.

with love for literature
Winmayil

Life Cycle

Where there is...

Where there is Money,
        there will be Power;
Where there is Power,
        there will be Autonomy;

Where there is Autonomy,
         there will be Politics;
Where there is Politics,
         there will be Exclusion;

Where there is Exclusion,
          there will be Injustice;
Where there is Injustice,
          there will be Protests;

Where there is Protest,
          there will be Violence;
Where there is Violence,
          there will be Autocracy;

Where there is Autocracy,
          there will be Hegemony;
Where there is Hegemony,
          there will be Slavery;

Where there is Slavery,
          there will be Crime;
Where there is Crime,
          there will be Immorality;

Where there is Immorality,
          there will be Disorder;
Where there is Disorder,
          there will be Stress;

                Winmayil