Saturday, December 29, 2012

Tears ,, Tears... and Tears.. Every where...

Tears roll down 
Though they have more power
To move up above the sky 
And  destroy 
The entire Universe. 
I just read a song  a sonnet
A Poem by FlawedByDesign

The world resides in her eyes behind
the incandescent vitality of youth.
Trapped in the fluorescence of her tears
sleeping in the fabric of her dreams.

Effervescent freckles in her gaze
a reflection of beauty within.
An imaginary island; perfection
painted in the bright minds of old.

A single teardrop drips down her cheek
across the universe of her starry face.
It illumines the world held within
echoing the innocence of her years.

Remit the release of her purity
let it not shatter by way of woe.
Kiss her divine face with your fingers
and return the tear to its rightful place.

Sacred are a woman’s tears.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Life's all a guessing game

An email from one of my acquaintances, a celebrity in the field of child psychiatry and wellness from USA.
( This Great Humanist has his clinic possibly close to the place where a mad teenager massacred more than twenty kids recently)

Dear Friends,

In a year that is nearing its end amid tragedy, I wanted to reach out to you all
 and connect.

While Samuel Johnson, one of my heroes since I discovered his work in college, observed
some 300 years ago, "We live in a world that is bursting with sin and sorrow," it
is also true that we live in a world that is brimming with goodness and grace, if
we can but find it.

When I feel sad or hopeless, I urge myself simply to look around, not with eyes
for what's wrong, but with eyes keen for the details that pack every day with evidence
of goodness beyond explanation: the bud that sprouts despite the freeze; the homeless
woman on the street who sports red sneakers and an infectious grin; the child who
shares her lunch with someone she doesn't know; the dog who goes over and licks
the man who's asleep on the bench; the grumpy executive who decides to give back
 what he took; the worm that finds its way across the street without being crushed
by a car; the cloud that casts a shade exactly when it was needed most; the song
 that lifts one stubborn heart enough that it can forgive; the aroma that says you're
home, even though you're far away.

We live with so little to be sure of.  Life's all a guessing game.  But I urge myself
not to settle for what I can't help but see, but to see what can't help but settle
my soul.

Last night I went to see a performance of Handel's Messiah in Avery Fisher Hall
at Lincoln Center in New York.  It was magnificent beyond words.  The sublime music,
the words from the King James Bible, and the connection to all we dream of and hope
for filled the room for a precious 2 hours.

Listening, I thought of all the people I connect with, which includes all of you
 who read these messages I send out, and I thought to myself, this is what we have,
and this is very good.  The more we believe in and trust what we have, together,
 the stronger we become and the more able to rise beyond the sin and suffering with
which this world bursts and reach the paradisical permanent place from which we
can never be removed.

I wish you all the most joyous of holidays.


Friday, December 21, 2012

கிழவி !! எந்திருச்சிட்டியா ? இன்னிக்கு 21 தேதியாச்சே !! உலகம் இருக்கா இல்லையா ?

 இன்னா கிழவி !! எந்திருச்சிட்டியா ? இன்னிக்கு 21 தேதியாச்சே !!
     உலகம் இருக்கா இல்லையா ?

    உலகம் எங்கயும் போகாது.  இங்கன தான் இருக்கு..
    எழுந்து காபியை போடுங்க.....

   :" The Ides of March have come
    But not gone as yet. " 

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Britney Spears I wanna Go Makeup

 ஐம்பது வருஷத்துக்கு முன்னாடி ரசிக்க வேண்டியது. மறந்து போயிடுத்து.
பெட்டெர் லேட் தான் நெவெர் .

இன்னிக்கு காலிலே சென்னை பித்தன் அவர்கள் பதிவு படித்தேன். அவர் கீதை படிக்க வில்லையே என தான் மிஸ் பண்ணிவிட்டேனே என்று வருந்தி இருந்தார்

நான் அந்த நாட்களில் கீதை படித்துக்கொண்டு இருந்தேன்.

ஐ டு நாட் நோ வெதர் ஐ  பீல்  சாரி பார் தட்.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

செண்பகப்பூ காட்டிலே ! சிதரமணி பொய்கையில்

senbakappoo kaattile

செண்பகப்பூ காட்டிலே ! சிதரமணி பொய்கையில்