beauty remains in the heart of the admirer

a camera, captures a beautiful image
a camcorder, a beautiful moment
your soul, a beautiful experience

a beautiful image, delights your eyes
a beautiful moment, pleases your senses
a beautiful experience, soothes your soul

they say, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
i say, beauty remains in the heart of the admirer

netru indru naalai

netru unnai arindhdhu virumbinaen

indru unnai purindhu naesikkiraen
indru unnai pirindhu thavikkiraen

indru ennai marandhu rasikkiraen
unnnai mannil medhandhdhu yaasikkiraen

indru ullam kulirndhdhu pookiraen
unnaal manam thelirndhdhu tudikkiraen

kadhal aarayindhdhu anubhavikkiraen
unnai ennil unarndhdhu aaradhikkiraen

indru unnai pirindhu thavikkiraen
indru unnai pirindhu tudikkiraen

netru unnai arindhdhu virumbinaen
indru unnai purindhu kadhalikkiraen
indru unnai pirindhu thavikkiraen
naalai unnil kalandhdhu valzhuvaen

black tea on a friday morning

i am looking out the window drinking warm black tea on a friday morning. there is so much life happening. i see the store owner himself pushing dollies of stuff into the store. he is so focused. whenever I see him, he is always thinking about the store, i guess. the thomas muffins company’s truck just arrived to deliver muffins to the store. there is so much light. i just watered the plants. there are so many people in my frame – some are going into the store, some are coming out, some are walking this way, some that way, some are crossing the street and some are driving. there is a lady walking with a baby in a stroller. i want to hold and kiss that baby. the thomas muffins company’s truck driver is checking or writing something on a piece of paper. gosh, people are already working. and i am still here. let me go!

when you know

when does an old red building glow
when you know she lives in it

when does a street slushed with ice look like jasmine on black carpet
when you know she walked on it

when does December wind feel like gentle breeze
when her breath lingers in it

when does floor 11 feel like cloud 9
when you know she is on it

when is a phone ring symphonic
when she calls

when do you frame a strand of hair
when she let it down

when do you steal an earring
when you know it hung on her

when do you treasure a scarf
when her fragrance remains in it

when is something you say sweet
when it’s her name

when is your writing poetic
when it’s about her

when does your heart smile
when your mind is painting her

when does a picture come to life
when it’s of her

when does a diamond ring cost nothing
when you want to get her one

when do you close your eyes
when you know she is happy

when is night peaceful
when she is sleeping in it

when is pain beautiful
when you are in love

when is love beautiful
when you are in love with her

when is pain painful
when you can't express your love

when do you hate yourself
when you know you hurt her

when do you know she is the one
when you love her when she is gone!