At times, we feel that, whatever we hear, whatever we see in our life, gives us a message. You feel as if someone came and read your mind and giving you answers through their way for all the confusions you have inside.
Recently, I was browsing for some songs and it happened in a same way I stated above. I listened to this song so many times before but it gives more meaning when I hear now. We don’t know what our life is going to give us but we manage to go as it takes us; without knowing the path, reason and destination. We feel tired, we give up; but a base source which still drags us to take life is 'Confidence'.
பூவெல்லாம் மாலைகளாகும்... ஜெயித்தால் நம் தோள்களில் ஆடும்.
செவ்வானம் வெட்கம் கொண்டது யாராலே...
சங்கீதம் மூங்கிலில் வந்தது யாராலே ...
சுற்றும் பூமியில் இன்பம் கொட்டிக்கிடக்கிறது...
நம்மை அழைக்கிறது... (பூவெல்லாம்)
வானகம் தூரம் இல்லை, வங்கக்கடல் ஆழம் இல்லை... நம்பிக்கை வைப்போம் இந்த வாழ்விலே..
சூரியனை வட்டம் இட்டு, தன்னை தானே சுற்றும் பூமி, நம்மை சுற்றி வருமே அந்த வானிலே...
புது சந்தோஷம் எங்கே?
புது சங்கீதம் எங்கே?
அது நம்பிக்கை வாழும் நெஞ்சில் தானடா... (செவ்வானம்)
Sometimes life makes us to do - which we don’t ever thought of doing it or which we don’t think we need it or which we say others that we don’t do that in our lifetime or things for which we would have given a lengthy lecture of not doing it.
I was/am one among them of the above people. Blog? Whats that?
What?? You people write personal things here and publish to everyone? What a concept!
“Hey, when you are not in a mood and you don’t want to talk to anyone but you don’t want to keep it inside, what you will do” – this is one of my friend. “I write my diary when I get time to have all this” – it’s me. “Ah, the same… u write diary, we write blog“– he said. Somehow it did not convince me.
Though I tell all that, I know very well that deep inside me I want to publish a book one day with all my poems I write. I think poetry is the strong media by which you can view others life easily. You can say in a single line poetically than explaining in lines as notes. So is it not contrary what I speak and what I think? Whether I will be publishing a book with my ink is a different debate. I need another blog for that debate.
Anyways now I have chosen this path to put myself here; just to write when I get tired talking to myself. I will be the happiest person if I come to know that at least for one day I am not taking things so deeply. And when your mind keeps on talking to you without showing it anywhere or not showing outside, do you know how it will be? Those who have this weird (it is weird - only for strangers) habit will be able to understand what exactly I am trying to say.
I am alone and it is me who opted for this loneliness.
