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  • clockworkmiracle 2d

    வாழ்க்கை வண்ணமயமானது,
    திருவிழாவாக திகழ்வது,
    நானோ தினம் துலையும் சிறு குழந்தை.


    However unfair, Isn't it a fair,
    Life, it is beautiful in every affair
    Like many , I am the one in despair
    Reduced to a motherless lost hare...


    ज़िन्दागी भले ही, इक मेला हो
    कितनी भी खूबसुरत, वो चाहे हो
    हम थो ठहरे , माँ विहीन बच्चे
    हमे इसी थरहा कोयेहुवे रेहेनेधो

    ©clockworkmiracle

  • clockworkmiracle 1w

    that girl, we thought, we knew

    as easy as it was to read,
    that difficult was and is to forget,
    You are such a poem, a sonnet
    that no reader would regret.
    You cling to many hearts,
    a golden sheet of morning waves.
    a shining color, everything wears,
    when the sun seems closest to all,
    that girl, who seemed closest to us all,
    You were the burgundy-madras-february twilight,
    the december coffee after a carnatic night,
    Oh girl, you were and are, such a sight,
    that any eye would wait for, either in daylight,
    Or in the deep woods dark and quiet,
    You, indeed, are whatever i write.
    as easy was it for you to pass by,
    that difficult it was, beating hearts would stop by,
    You wouldn't look back
    not even for a moment
    You were busy maneuvering your dreams
    in love you found chaos, as a sea, too many.
    from clouds to stars, then to Mars,
    You wanted everything, badges and the scars,
    You sole swollen, your soul free,
    You wanted a fireplace, while living in a tree
    steering through the mountains of care,
    You islanded yourself in the ambitions ocean.
    as easy was it for you get lost like that,
    that hard was it to be found back,
    or merely understood,
    as easy it is to recall the things about you
    that harsh it has been to be without you.
    You were and are,
    when we all meet, the pals old and new
    the discussion ! You still are !
    Yes! that girl, we thought, we knew

    ©clockworkmiracle

  • clockworkmiracle 2w

    Kavidhai

    பூப்போர்த்திய கருமன்னின்
    செழிப்பிணை போல்,
    தோல் போர்த்திய கவித்துவம் நீ,
    உன்னை பற்றிய எல்லாமே
    கவிதையாகிப் போனதில்
    அதிசியமோ ஆச்சிரியமோ
    எதுவுமே இல்லை
    காற்றை விலக்குமா விளக்கு இல்லை
    காற்றது வீசினாலும் விளக்கில்லை
    நானும் நீயும் விதிவிலக்கில்லை
    நீயின்றி வாழ்தலுமில்லை - நான்
    பிறிவின்றி வாழ்ந்ததுமில்லை
    நம்மை பற்றிய எல்லாமே - வெறும்
    கவிதையாகிப் போனதில்
    அதிசியமோ ஆச்சிரியமோ
    கசப்போ கலக்கமோ
    எதுவுமே இல்லை...


    ©clockworkmiracle

  • clockworkmiracle 2w

    Self-love...

    An abandoned heart,
    Learns to listen to
    A million echoes of unuttered silence
    It knows to oar thyself across
    Across seas of sorrows
    Summoning, surpassing and
    Awaiting just to be heard
    Hope, knows to stand still.
    To lean to ones oneself
    With self love, purest than any other
    An abandoned heart can be
    Another great Start....


    ©clockworkmiracle

  • clockworkmiracle 8w

    Ongiya Vaalondru Thaazhvadhaayin

    ஓங்கிய வாளொன்று தாழ்வதென்றாயின்












    வாங்கிய வரங்கள் தமை மறந்தே பதரிடும்
    வானவர் மனதென முரசொலி இடி முழங்கிடம்
    ஏந்திய கூர் வேல்வாள் காந்தமென விரை மறவர்
    சுளுரை கூறு நீள்நெடுமார் இரும்புப்பகயவர்
    சூடிய தும்பை வாடிடும் யாமம் வருமென அஞ்சி - வஞ்சி
    பாடிய புலவர் மொழி வழுவா சமரிடும் தீரர்
    கேடயம் பிளந்து கவசமணியா எதிரியை வீழ்த்த
    பாறையின் பதத்து நெஞ்சம் பளிங்கென உடைந்திட
    நீங்கியே நெஞ்சின் நீலக்குறுதி நீர்த்தும்
    செந்நிலமெங்கும், ஓடா நதியாய் காய்ந்து

  • clockworkmiracle 13w

    sundaymorning

    when the sun is lazy to pop up
    and dew, stubborn to run down
    such are some sunday mornings
    extra pillows and blankets
    whirling from neck to anklets
    cozy are somedays, as lazy they seem

    ©clockworkmiracle

  • clockworkmiracle 14w

    Thirukkural Wisdom 1

    அகர முதல எழுத்தெல்லாம்
    Agara mudhala ezhuthellam
    ஆதி பகவன் முதற்றே உலகு...
    Aadhi bagavan muthatre ulagu...

    Like the letters of any language
    Which is many but in one language,
    Like the language by itself,
    Which is one but many,
    when it forms words,
    it transforms in to many emotions
    and denotes many things.
    All the learned wisdom is such,
    that it leads to ultimate creator,
    hidden in ourself, immersed,
    that is prevails as many but exists as one,
    rests as one but reveals in to many.

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  • clockworkmiracle 15w

    Butterfly Effect

    Aren't fallen wings passed on to angels,
    may your fear, disappear...
    what heavy stories it would have had to bear,
    that the being had to shred of its own only pair,
    was it it's despair,
    was it a polluted cloud's tear,
    was it just chaos it could have caused earlier,
    or is it just a random act in the nature's frontier

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  • clockworkmiracle 16w

    Mirror

    Let alone longing
    I can't breathe without despair
    I call my self a hopeless romantic
    I pursue poetry in that very cruel language
    Which has a "pair" in the word "despair"

    Let everything pass
    From being dark or fair
    Lone,
    I chose, being despair,
    I call myself a poet,

    I still choose, to be afar
    Afraid,
    of not failure,
    but, of commitment,
    I call myself advisor to the younger

    I see myself as the endless ends of roots
    I grow deep with in,
    but only in the dark,
    for what,
    for nourishing outside,
    to flourish in someone's eyes, only..
    which do nothing but, judge

    I call myself happy , to be seen
    I call myself the one who is not despair ...
    Or in the new lingo,
    "He is not a despo"

    Somewhere deep within
    I never fail to choose,
    Being Happy within the world so Despair...
    Because the very cruel language
    Has "air" with in that very word ..


    ©clockworkmiracle

  • clockworkmiracle 16w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word short tale on Narrow

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    Narrow sole of lavish kids, Shame !