irudhi satrram

ஒவ்வொரு இறுதி ஊர்வலமின் மணி அடிகும்போது
எனக்கு என் சாவின் சற்றமும் கேட்க்கும்.

Experience and then wisdom

Naalum nadandhu mudindha pinnaal, nalladhu kettadhu therindhadhada. ha ha! A poet claiming the importance of experience and its relationship to the fate of life. Defining that wisdom comes only after experiencing.
Loosely translated into - only after experiences unfolded I came to know which one was holy and which one was evil. Not before they happened.
Ongi aranja maari iruku. Feels like some one slapped me tight. Awesome.

objectivity and subjectivity

The sky is in anger. And thats why its red. the leaves shiver in fear. the rains pour to avenge the earth. and then there is one lonely tree with no leaves, nothing to cover itself with. it stands, erect, bare, its branches twisted and curved like that of an old farmer's, witnessing the war. distant lights houses homes with people. and i am here watching everything through a window. being a mere spectator to everything that is unfolding. or am I participant? or am i both?