Prema's Estarra

ஆதிக்க காற்று

premar — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:48:22 +0000

தனிமை என்பதற்கு
பகல் என்ன? இரவென்ன?
தானியங்கி தலை தாங்கும்
தன்மானம் துணை என்ன?

தள்ளாடி தடுமாறி
துலைந்தும் போவதென்ன?
தோண்டி பாருமடி
தான் என்னும் தீ என்ன?
-எழுதியது நானில்லை

பதில் சொல்வாயா?

premar — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 15:43:01 +0000

வேதனை வேடிக்கை ஆவதென்ன?
வெட்கம் வேஷம் ஆனதென்ன?
வேல் பாயும் வேகத்தின் விளைஎன்ன?
விஞ்ஞானமே, பதில் சொல்வாயா?
- எழுதியது நானில்லை

A poem by a kid

premar — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 11:47:02 +0000

This poem was nominated as one of the best poem for the year 2005. Hope you ‘d have had known about it. Written by an African Kid… Thoughtful!

When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black..
And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray..
And you calling me Colored ??

Miles to go

premar — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 05:59:46 +0000

Walked through the fields and the woods
Found the leaves and shrubs are dead
They lie still, not blown hither -thither
Flowers of the climbers look wither
Saddening me amd my feet whither
Though the heart is still aching to seek
Some say “ bow and accept the end
Of a love or a nature’s season”
I climbed the hills and looked around
Giving my heart a change of mood
Exclaimed over joy ‘ wow! Many
things are there apart from this’
I stood still hearing the sound of feet
O’ someone is walking toward me
And brotherly caringly asks , ‘Are you a kid? ‘
I turned around to find noone else, I smiled
But replied ‘Yeah, am in learning phase of Life’
Song is on, the spirit is higher for passions
And yeah, miles to go before I sleep
-Prema

Reunion

premar — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 08:58:14 +0000

Childhood friends always special friends
whose bond cant be explained

As we walk towards the path of life
we have to travel on the different roads

Their Love has no boundaries
Even we are apart

Once when meet on the common road
The joy is boundless

When even the miles disappear
They remain forever near in our heart!!

-Prema

Childhood days

premar — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 08:56:25 +0000

Days we played together

Days we hit the windows together

Days we stole mangoes together

Days we teased n had fun together

Days we went for outing together

Days we enjoyed together

Days we celebrated together

Those Days, the Golden Evergreen Days

Will it come ever again??

Longing to meet everyone together !!

-Prema

Fallen

premar — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 04:56:17 +0000

How humbling a confession from a lost one
How majestic the arms to which one falls
It is hard to know how lost one is
Until the realisation comes in the night
Cold darkness surrounds the soul
Gripping tighter and tighter
Then a scream… for mercy
A wish for a quick and painless death
Takes over the mind with truth
Silent voices come through the dark
Calling for some kind of response
Asking to be taken, begging to be heard
The only words heard are that of hate
Love cannot break through the wall
It seems, to the fallen anyway
But the confession made today is
I am the fallen, wishing to be lifted
How humbling a confession from the lost one
How majestic the arms to which I fall

Poverty

premar — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 15:23:26 +0000

In the garden of peace on one evening walk
A cool day after a drizzle, with dew drops
found in leaves, flowers, all over wet earth
the chillness spread, the blue haze smiling down
‘Come, come’, said looking the sky with deep thoughts
thinking it might give a reply for my questions on poverty!
I begin to contemplate, asking questions
Is poverty, a flower with no odor?
Is poverty, a flower with no color?
Is poverty, a tree with no leaves?
Is poverty, a fruit with no taste?
Is poverty, a soil without minerals?
Is poverty, a lamp without oil?
Is poverty, a sky without rainbow?
Is poverty, a song of mute?
Is poverty, a bird without nest?
Is poverty, a river without water?
Is poverty, the sun in winter sky?
Is poverty, a child without food?
Is poverty, a child without education?
Is poverty, a hospital with no medicines?
Is poverty, a hospital with no doctors?
Is poverty, a school with no teachers?
Is poverty, a school with no students?
Is poverty, a house without roof?
Is poverty, a country with bad politicians?
Is poverty, a country with no good leader?
Is poverty, the people in country forgetting their duties?
Is poverty, the people lacking kindness?
And Poverty is above all plus plus
It’s in our hands to change them (eg. a child without education)
-Prema

For a cause – Blog Action Day - Poverty!

நாங்களும் எழுதுவமில

premar — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 14:47:09 +0000

நீ ஒரு பருப்பு
அழகு உன் சிரிப்பு

நீ சாப்பாட்டில் சேர்ப்பது உப்பு
நீ இல்லாமல் வாழுமா நட்பு

சரி சரி இப்ப நீ எடுக்காதே செருப்பு!!

(உன்னைப்பற்றி என்ன எழுதுவதென்று தெரியவில்லை
உன்னைப்பற்றி இதற்குமேல் எழுத எனக்கோ பொறுமையில்லை!!!)

- பிரேமா

My Garden

premar — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 05:02:38 +0000

I played around you
I enjoyed sitting on you
I showered on you
I feeded you
I prayed you
I loved you!!!

She loved me a lot
She gave me beautiful flowers
She gave me tasty fruits
She eroded my solitude
She protected me from mercury

The leaves falling on me
The branches dancing in the gentle air
The flowers smiling at me
The roots waiting for my nutritious food

Oh! Am missing you a lot!
I know you too miss me!!
Memories taking back to my home

From large scale in town to small scale in metro
you are always sweet

My lovely garden!!!
- Prema