Oru Kavithai : KATTHIRAVAN

Un swasa kaathre
Yen mel veesumpothellam,
Yen adhi manam silirkhum.
Oru seghepe rojaa pol pookum,
Thidir yendre oru punnagai.
Yennai ariyamal phorapadhum oru paadal,

Yen uthathrin valiyaaga
Manathin gathagathaphai oru kathaiyai solla.
Ithu kaadhala illai natpin kaavala?

Yen imaigal moodhi,
Intha ulagathai thianikapothellam,

Unidhamae yen yosanaigal thirumbum.

Andhru  oru puyal adhitha khadal pole alai modhina  yen idhayam,

Indhru oru amaidhiyana thendralai pol maarithru.

Yenthan sopanangalil valnthe kaalangel,

Oru paithiyakara sthanathaipol therigirathe.

Idhuvarai maranam adhaintha yen boologam,

Unnai khandhapin vasantham kandre  poothothathaipol malarnthathe.

Idhu kadhala illai natpin kaavala?

Thinamum suriyan uthirkum mun,
Un kural yen peiyerai aalaikum 
Isaikethu yelumbhuvaen, 
Yen ninaivil vaalum un mellia kural.
Yaarum asaika mudiyatha
Oru malaiyei pol vaalnthu vanthen,
Aanal un pakkathil irrukumbohtellam,
Oru sirru kulandhaiyeipol maarinen,
Yennai nee sirikaveithai, kaneer vadhikavaithai, valkaiyei varnikka veitai.
Yennai yenidham ketkaveithai,
Ithu kaadhala illai natpin kaavala?

Thooyarathil nee oru nalla nanban,
Yen thulaipaesiyil valnthevanthe snegithan,
Yen manathai thriudiya vasigaran,
Yennai sinthikaveitha orru kavinyan.

Aanal yellam melkondhu nee yenthan Katthiravan,

Karnanin parisu, yennidham.

Aanal yellam melkondhu nee yenthan Kathiravan, Karnanin parisu, yennidham.

-12/01/2013, Esther J.


P/s: Special thanks to Dharvin for proofreading and editing my kavithai so very early in the morning. Your grammatical insights are deeply appreciated  :)

Psalms and Laments: THE WALL

I was a wall,

The sun had scorched and left colourless.

Good fences I never knew,

Good neighbours, there never were.

Spring mending seasons,

Saw crickets out of hiding,

And the shade of trees some called friends.

But alas, my spring was in a dessert,

Where I was a wall.

In me, was a fortress

Savage; armed with thistles and thorns

The darkness of loneliness,

So well protected me.

And beyond the hill I oft’ looked.

Where many had friends in each hand,

Who pulled the other up firmly by the top.

Where the tale how each that have fallen to each,

Was chanted with pride.

For friends were true beyond the hill ,

Where there were no walls as I.

-Esther J, 2012.

Alone; Edgar Allan Poe.