கவிதைக்காரன் ( The Poet )

சிவராமன் ஜீ , வணக்கம்.  மயல் வாங்கி ஓரிரு வாரங்களிலேயே வாசித்து முடித்து விட்டேன். சோம்பேறித்தனம் காரணமாக உடனே உங்களுக்கு எழுத முடியவில்லை.  ஒரு கவிதையோ, கதையோ, நாவலோ, திரைப்படமோ எதுவாகினும் பார்க்கின்ற, படிக்கின்ற பொழுதில் மெல்ல ஆட்கொண்டு, சகலத்தையும் மறந்து பிணைத்துக் கொள்ளவேண்டும். நான் வைத்திருக்கும் ஒரு சிறு விதி ஒரு நல்ல கலைப்படைப்புக்கு அதுதான். வெகு நாட்களுக்குப் பிறகு நான் படித்த தமிழ் நாவல் மயல். எனது மேல்சொன்ன விதி வழி மயல் இருந்தது. நன்றிகள் உங்களுக்கு. ஆரஞ்சு வண்ண அட்டை நிறத்தில் இருக்கின்ற பச்சை நதி உங்கள் நாவல். பரந்து  விரிந்ததும் கூட!. திருநெல்வேலியில், சுத்தமல்லி என்கிற கிராமத்தில் அக்கிரஹார வாசனையில் நானும் கொஞ்சம் வளர்ந்திருந்த காரணத்தினாலோ என்னவோ, எனக்கும் ஒரு சுரேஷய்யரைத் தெரியும். ஷ்யாமாவைத் தெரியும், ஒரு கிருஷ்ணாவைத் தெரியும், ஒரு நிலாவையும் கூட. எல்லா அக்கிரஹார கதைகளும் கிட்டத்தட்ட ஒரேமாதிரிதான் போல.  சீயக்காய், ponds பவுடர், தேங்காயெண்ணெய் என நீங்கள் ஆரம்பித்ததும் அடடா இது நம்ம ஏரியால்ல என்று மனம் ஒட்டிக்கொண்டது. சமையல் வல்லுனரான ஒரு மஹாதேவய...

“What all are you typing?” That was the exclamatory reaction you gave yesterday. But what am I really typing? Is it just typing? Was it not sharing? Was it not expressing? Was it not the concern that you were not caring enough? Was it not the outcome of not receiving your time, your energy, your warmth your acknowledgement? It’s not just typing. When anything overflows, it spills. Yesterday was just a spill. What spilled was only the tip of the iceberg— there is so much more deep beneath. I know your world has different priorities, different responsibilities and duties, different interests, different needs. I have countless questions to ask you, to clarify with you, to understand your perspective, to truly know your world. But I never get the time, the chance, or even the opportunity. Obviously, a poor heart thinks this way: Maybe I am just another passing soul. Maybe you don’t want me to be permanent in your life. Maybe you yourself are confused about where to place me— in...

This waiting for your call, This long pause in my day, Is to hear your voice, To listen to your smile, To catch your little jokes. This waiting is a choice, A strange, sweet joy. Through this waiting, You become so, so special to me— Like carbon turning into diamond After enduring time and pressure. The normal girl Metamorphosed Into someone precious Only through this waiting. Because waiting itself is a metric; It’s directly proportional To how much we love someone, To how much they mean to us. Through waiting for you, You teach me patience. You teach me to be quiet. You teach me solitude. Through this silence, I gain the wisdom of being alone. Waiting for you Feels like meditation. I let your thoughts brew, Travel through our past, Laugh at your old jokes, Smile at our little moments, And settle into a calm sadness When I imagine your smile. Waiting for you Turns me into a poet, A creator, A mature soul. It makes me listen to myself, Watch my inner being, Observe what you...

Day before yesterday, a taxi, Yesterday, a bus, Today, a train— Changing wheels, Changing faces, Changing worlds… Yet you remain with me. You make me glow in darkness, Alone yet never lonely in the crowd, Wrapped in warmth when the cold bites, Cool and steady in burning moments, You gift me laughter in my hardest hours— Like the body has its thermostat, My soul has found one in you. Whatever stirs my heart into poetry, It always finds its way back to you. And I wish my life, too, Would always end Where you are. — VB 8:43 PM, On a train to Chennai.

We are the same souls In different bodies— That’s how you made me feel today. You were talking, I was listening. In our heart-warming conversation, You shared a simple truth And made me laugh from hell to heaven. My stomach ached with laughter, Yet my heart became feather-light. What magic you brought into that moment! I felt like I was speaking With my childhood friend, Someone I had known for decades. You crack jokes spontaneously, Effortlessly, without conscious thought. For the first time in a long while, I laughed so loud and so deep That tears rolled down my face. I used to make people laugh— But today, someone close to my heart Did the same to me. What a beautiful feeling that is. What a wonderful company you are to me. Where were you, my dear All these years? Why did God not show you to me So much earlier? Why did He curse me with such delay? I will listen to your voice Endlessly, till my last breath. Now my only satisfaction is this— At least I know you. At least y...

Yesterday, I stood in a place Where storm alerts echoed, Rain falling without pause There were spine shrap chilliness Today, I stand somewhere else— The sun laughing high, No trace of rain, No memory of wetness. I am travelling by bus Between two small towns, By the window seat— Where the wind strikes my face fiercely, And playing tunes with my hair. It pulls me into older times. My younger days flash before my eyes— I find myself smiling, As thoughts keep rolling on. And as expected, Your thought walks in— How we met, How we are now, How we might be. Destiny is unpredictable, And that is what makes life beautiful. Still, I drown in mixed emotions. I carry a quiet fear of losing you all the time I see nightmares where I hold no space in your heart. And I grow silent with sadness. Just then, a vehicle crosses our bus— On its back, a line is written: "You will get what you wish for, If you pursue it passionately." Now, I am smiling again— With hope. — VB 2:58 PM, Th...

I am on the way back home. The city is fully drenched in rain— still raining. People hide in shelters, a long queue of vehicles moving like ants. I saw an upset, driving mother and a happy kid beside her on a two-wheeler, playing with the rain drops. Two souls. Two mental states. Two perspectives. Life offers everything— pleasure and pain, pleasure in pain too Wisdom and realization matter. A random love song plays in my ears. You stay in my heart. And I am smiling in this hell of traffic, like that kid. You are my rain— pouring inside me all the time, keeping me fertile… alive. — VB 6:36 PM, 03/12/2025

  "I hope you understand me over time" you asked me today. Such a simple line, yet it stirred something deep— a thought-provoking question that made me emotional. Have I understood you? Am I still understanding you? Will I ever fully understand you? I keep thinking… thinking… Unlike me, you never speak your heart out. You’re not that person. Your emotions come wrapped in subtlety. Your words arrive gently, almost coded— and I keep learning to decode them. Because you… You know more than me. You observe more than me. You give better than me. You are, simply, a better human than me. So tell me— do I really understand you? All I know is this: I’ve been trying. I’ve been pursuing, constantly, sincerely. And I will continue… because you are a very, very important person in my life. And the process of understanding you— that is where my happiness lies. That is where my creativity lives. That is where my soul rests. My frequent communication to you is not for you to reply, not for y...