Software Engineer life

Monday morning,

At eight am

Begins my tussle with a computer

Before I break for lunch,

My work would be to defeat tough enemies

Like bugs and errors,

After a meal,

Comes an unexpected guest,

A mail from my PM,

Within a blink of an eye,

Requesting me to get ready for another tussle,

Like the soft touch of my beloved’s dress,

Now and then some forward mails,

To appease my mind…

When I return

After a tough discussion in the eve,

It makes me long for a Friday,

Not to visit the shrine,

But as it would be weekend…

For the tough HARD work that I do

I am called a SOFTware engineer!!

Stones of Nostalgia

Like a toe that has been caught between the doors : The separation of ours pours the blood on the path of love

The hugs and kisses of ours have been forgotten by the phase of history :But the humming of yours still rhymes in my ears
The same sound that has been merged with the mother of breeze

When you uttered that our love is like a ocean, could not understand the philosophy of love,
since I am a novice when it comes to the art of swimming

Watching the window while lying on the bed….The landing of drizzles on the lap of tree…..
reminds me the reality that our love that has crossed the bridge of a decade

When the soul was craving for solace…. When the hair and heart of mine had the rarest honor of being curled and hugged by your soul!!!
The result is as the history proclaims with vanity “The jewel on the crown of love has started to lit the darkness of Universe’

But the same love that has been lit by you has burnt the flesh, bone, soul, nerve, heart of mine into ashes

It is not a strange expectation that when you are on the life of normality…Should not expect that a known stranger who is taking care of wounded flowers to be noticed

Not much difference between I and the fish rather a fish whose cave is made up of castles of glasses

It is a fact of reality that you are always not in my memory but when ever the memory of mine is filled with the thought of ours…
The face of mine shrinks like the Sun when it goes to the state of dusk

When you were nearer to me, I was like a tree which had the power to give birth to flowers even when the temperature clocked 100 Degree

Now when the same mother – temperature 4 Degree – The tree rather to code is as I - without the roots !! why talk about flowers and branches?

Forget Never – Never forget - The letters of yours with these phrases makes me to giggle often…

When the enemy is religion for our Love – would not have bothered to pull the sword

When the enemy is caste for our Love – would not have cared to lay down the life

But when you wanted me to defeat you in the war of love so that I will be honored with the trophy with the wordings carved in it
“Defeater is Lover and the winner is Love”

A Question to you

Is this is the war to be fought with the weapons of sword and pistol!

No… It is the war to be won with the fragrance of Jasmine….

PS: The entire street of ours is filled with the wounds and scars and remains of my dreams and reality.

Written by Nilaraseegan

Translated by Thanihaivel.

My Black beauty

It was you who was with me during my journey when the whole path was full of thorns

Now when the path is turned into roses you are far away from my vision

The unwritten and unexpressed love of us now
Lying on the ground like a art which is cluttered with dust

Like a chicken which is slowly emerging from the shackles of egg
The words from my mouth is emerging after breaking the story of silence

When I am on the thoughts of your love

The tears of my eyes hits the mirror and flows like drops of rain

The thoughts of you hits my heart and pulverizes like the pieces of glasses

Though the phase of love surrendered to the dimension of time and history
Yet can the thoughts of love be overtaken by it ?

Even when the tears fallen from eyes/heart have become wet
Still I am on the path filled with those days of Nostalgia

Like the sweat that is shining on the hands of the old man who carries a bunch of leaves
Still the first sight of love of yours is still shining in the memories of mine

The footprints of a cow on the bank of a river reminds me of
The cute face of yours which is lying deep in the transcended state of my heart

When friends turn into backstabbers.... There is none to take care of my wounded heart

Even in the present phase of my life, a time comes often where I am being carried away by the memories of those rare moments of the past love

At time during the mid of night when I am awake suddenly and until I go back to the state of sleep.......... The bridge of the above is being filled with the thoughts of our love

No matter when the nears and dears behave like a storm or cyclone.... Yet I am in the normal state of watering a plant and started learning the art of showing the glimpses of smile on the mouth.........though the heart is wounded with the phases of love...

I am wish you to be in the state of an infant in my heart

Time delivers a baby
But love in one delivery gives so many phases to life

Not knowing that I am was wounded once again this night with the agony of past love....
The Sun is slowly emerging on the East
-written by Nilaraseegan
-[Translated by Thanigaivel]