Life - Na.MuthuKumar

ஒரு நாளில் வாழ்க்கை இங்கே
எங்கும் ஓடி போகாது
மறு நாளும் வந்து விட்டால்
துன்பம் தேயும் தொடராது
எத்தனை கோடி கண்ணீர்
மண் மீது விழுந்திருக்கும்-
அத்தனை கண்ட பின்னும்
பூமி இங்கு பூ பூக்கும்
கரு வாசல் விட்டு வந்த நாள் தொட்டு
ஒரு வாசல் தேடியே விளையாட்டு
கண் திறந்து பார்த்தால் பல கூத்து
கண்மூடி கொண்டால் ...........

போர் களத்தில் பிறந்து விட்டோம்
வந்தவை போனவை வருத்தம் இல்லை
காற்றினிலே வாழ்கின்றோம்
முட்களின் வலி ஒன்றும் மரணம் இல்லை

இரவினிலே நீ நடக்கையிலே
உன் நிழலும் உன்னை விட்டு விலகி விடும்
நீ மட்டும் தான் இந்த உலகத்திலே
உனக்கு துணை என்று விளங்கி விடும்.

தீயோடு போகும் வரையில்

தீராது இந்த தனிமை

கரை வரும் நேரம் பார்த்து
கப்பலில் காத்திருப்போம்
எரிமலை வந்தால் கூட
ஏறி நின்று போர் தொடுப்போம்

அந்த தெய்வ ரகசியம் புரிகிறதே
இங்கு எதுவும் நிலை இல்லை கரைகிறதே
மனம் வெட்ட வெளியிலே அலைகிறதே
அந்த கடவுளே கண்டால் ............

அது உனக்கு இது எனக்கு
இதயங்கள் போடும் தனி கணக்கு
அவள் எனக்கு இவள் உனக்கு
உடல்களும் போடும் புதிர் கணக்கு
உனக்கும் இல்லை இது எனக்கும் இல்லை
படைத்தவனே இதை எடுத்து கொள்வான்
நல்லவன் யார் கெட்டவன் யார்
கடைசியில் அவனே முடிவு செய்வான்
பழி போடும் உலகம் இங்கே ?
பலியான உயிர்கள் எங்கே ?

உலகத்தின் ஓரம் நின்று
அத்தனையும் பார்த்திருப்போம்
நடப்பவை நாடகம் என்று
நாமும் சேர்ந்து நடித்திருப்போம்

பல முகங்கள் வேண்டும் சரி மாட்டி கொள்வோம்
பல திருப்பம் தெரியும் அதில் திரும்பி கொள்வோம்

கதை முடியும் போக்கில் அதை முடித்து கொள்வோம்

 மறு பிறவி வேண்டுமா?!?

                  - Na. Muthukumar          
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Translation:

Life is not designed to run out on you, in one day.
With the dawn of a new day, your sorrows don’t grow, but melt away.
Millions of eyes, shedding tears, would have dropped to the ground.
Life moves on, in spite – and mother earth sprouts flowers all around.

From the day, you leave your mother’s womb.
Search beings to play, until you reach the gates of your eventual tomb.
Opening your eyes, to see that all the world is a stage,
Close your eyes, to stay in the safety of your mind’s cage.

Born into a war field, what you get and lose doesn’t matter.
Living in a jungle, thorns don’t kill you – nothing to clatter.

Your shadow stops being your friend, when you walk in the dark.
You are your own seeker in the world – truth, so stark.

The day will come when your corpse burns in flames,
Until then, this loneliness will persist in this never ending games.

Waiting to aboard the ship, looking for the moment to hit shores.
Rise up and fight, even if it is a volcano, standing on its top, as it roars. 

As I realize the truth behind the secrets of god’s holy way,
It is that, nothing exists forever, everything melts away.
My heart floats into the open space,
when I finally get to see the creator.

The heart wishes and accounts for things as yours and mine.
Your burning physical desire marks people as yours and mine.
Nothing is yours or mine, but is for the creator to take.
who is a sinner, who is blesses, is a decision, for him to make.

The world we live in, waits to let you take the blame,
Where are the souls, that felt prey to this act of shame.


Standing at the corner of the world, we view this acting stage,
Only to start acting and be a part of this everlasting cage.

We need to switch between faces, And so we do.

Lots of turns to take, And so we do.
Let the story take its path and come to its own end.
Do we need another birth to tend?

                                            - Na. Muthukumar

Flowers That Bloom When Shaken!

There is no flower that would bloom without being shaken.

All the beautiful flowers in this world all bloom while being shaken.

While being shaken, it straightened its stem.

There is no love that would leave without being shaken.

Where is there a flower that would bloom without being whipped?

All the shining flowers in this world all bloom while being whipped.

While being whipped by wind and rain the petals bloomed warmly.

There is no life that goes by without being whipped.

-        Do Jong-Hwan

Loneliness By Katherine Mansfield

Now it is Loneliness who comes at night
Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed.
Like a tired child I lie and wait her tread,
I watch her softly blowing out the light.
Motionless sitting, neither left or right
She turns, and weary, weary droops her head.
She, too, is old; she, too, has fought the fight.
So, with the laurel she is garlanded.

Through the sad dark the slowly ebbing tide
Breaks on a barren shore, unsatisfied.
A strange wind flows… then silence.  I am fain
To turn to Loneliness, to take her hand,
Cling to her, waiting, till the barren land
Fills with the dreadful monotone of rain

                           

                           - Katherine Mansfield

Life is a Dream!

We live, while we see the sun,

Where life and dreams are as one;

And living has taught me this,

Man dreams the life that is his,

Until his living is done.

The king dreams he is king, and he lives

In the deceit of a king,

Commanding and governing;

And all the praise he receives

Is written in wind, and leaves

A little dust on the way

When death ends all with a breath.

Where then is the gain of the throne,

That shall perish and not be known

In the other dream that is death?

Dreams the rich man of riches and fears,

The fears that his riches breed;

The poor man dreams of his need,

And all his sorrows and tears;

Dreams he that prospers with years,

Dreams he that feigns and foregoes,

Dreams he that rails on his foes;

And in all the world, I see,

Man dreams whatever he be,

And his own dream no man knows.

And I too dream and behold,

I dream I am bound with chains,

And I dreamed that these present pains

Were fortunate ways of old.

What is life? A tale that is told;

What is life? A frenzy extreme,

A shadow of things that seem;

And the greatest good is but small,

That all life is a dream to all,

And that dreams themselves are a dream.

                             

                       - Pedro Calderón de la Barca

Secret of Death!

You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      - Kahlil Gibran

She Let Go!

           
                     She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

                     She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments. 
      She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
                     She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
          She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, 
                       without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
                                She didn’t ask anyone for advice. 
                           She didn’t read a  book on how to let go.
                                      She didn’t search the scriptures.
                                              She just let go.

                          She let go of all of the memories that held her back. 

   She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. 
            She let go of the planning and all of the calculations 
                                         about how to do it just right.
                                                   She didn’t promise to let go. 
                                                She didn’t journal about it. 
                             She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.
             She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. 
         She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. 
                                                               She just let go.

                                  She didn’t analyse whether she should let go. 
                              She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. 
                     She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. 
                                               She didn’t call the prayer line. 
                                              She didn’t utter one word. 

                                                              She just let go.

                                     No one was around when it happened. 
                                           There was no applause or congratulations. 
                                     No one thanked her or praised her. 
                                              No one noticed a thing. 

                         Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
                            There was no effort. There was no struggle. 
                                     It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. 
                                         It was what it was, and it is just that.
                                            In the space of letting go, she let it all be. 
                                     A small smile came over her face. 
                            A light breeze blew through her.
                    And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

                                                                                                           - Ernest Holmes