Oh my Holy Grail

You were my quest 

And mine alone

The world at my feet

But it is you I seek

I maybe a fading memory

But you were a permanent impression


Oh my Holy Grail

The quest lingers

Like a never ending trail

I yearn for those hands

That held me tight

For those smaller moments

Of absolute delight.

Art-Feb 2










Stop it already.

It’s her Image and not yours

Every time you mock she retreats

And seeks a plastic version of herself

The mirror lies every time

Is it her fault or yours ?

Why drive her to a state of despair

When you can embrace her for what she is

She might not be your version of perfect

But there’s her version too

A version invisible to the naked eye.





Art-Feb 2
இதோ நானும் புறப்பட்டு விட்டேன் விடியலை தேடி
என் அழகை தூரத்தில் நின்று ஆராதிக்க தெரிந்த உமக்கு
என் சம நிலை குரல் மட்டும் ஏன் கேட்கவில்லை
கோபமா? அலட்சியமா? இல்லை பயமா?
பெண்ணியம் என்றால் ஆணை பின்னுக்கு தள்ளுவது என்று சிலர் சொல்கிறார்கள் அவர்கள் வேடிக்கை மனிதர்கள்! நீ கண்டு கொள்ளாதே!!
பயம் வேண்டாம்!
நான் எதையும் பறிக்க மாட்டேன்
நான் கேட்பது என் உரிமை மட்டும்தான்
இது என் பயணம் மட்டும் அல்ல‌ !
இருவரும் கை கோர்த்து நடப்போம்!
இது நமது பயணம்.




The veil of hope seldom lifts

There are cries of freedom everywhere

But to me they are just whispers from a distant land.

Love is a choice or so I believed.

Until love blessed me in a strange way

The family shuns and the society mocks

As I lament in darkness o’er my twisted fate.


The promise of acceptance remains a mere wish

As fear mocks my perfectly sane choice

I yearn for a world which accepts the alternate.

A walk down the aisle without prejudice

A crowd filled with joy as I hold her hand.


I chose her and not him

Don’t haunt me with why

For love doesn’t bind genders

It binds two souls who are meant to be.




He missed the CANE that held him for so long,

He wanted to fit in among a sea of masks.

Alas it was just a distant dream.

A dream filled with love, friendship and warm embraces.

Love was just an illusion designed to lure him into oblivion.

The masks had made their own permanent impression.

He was a failure destined to lose.

He yearned for a CANE yet again.

A cane devoid of emotions.

A cane which would hold on to him till time calls it a day




I yearn for you every single day.
I yearn for the love that bound us together.
But you deserted me when I needed you the most.

Perhaps I am really a misfit
The soul who does not deserve love.
The world loves me with the mask on.
But only you can see what lies beyond.

I yearn for the warmth of your touch.
Which filled my life like the early morning dew drops.
My steps become heavier with each passing day.
The pain refuses to subside.

Have I ever given up on love?
But the love that surrounded my life
Is vanishing with each passing day.

Love leads to hope or so I believed.
But your parting shot said it all.
Love also leads to the depth of despair.
Will you ever be mine?
Or was it all just a lie.




It’s time to salute

The man who inspired millions

You inspired us to dream

You inspired to hope

You inspired us to challenge the norms

You inspired us to look within and re-invent ourselves.

You were the face of humility.

You were the living example of the word “Inspiration”

Miss u would be an understatement.

But we move forward with hope

To build a better nation

To walk on the path you laid out for us.

Great souls never die.

Only the body fades

The soul lives on till the end of time.

Sometimes I wonder why you

Perhaps God too needed a tiny dose

Of the wonderful qualities that made you







You are there when I emerge from the SACRED CHAMBER after 10 long months.

You are there when I first see LIGHT embracing me with your JOYFUL TEARS.

You are there when I take my FIRST STEPS in this big bad world.

Years fly by and I grow up

But you are there when I need a SHOULDER TO CRY.

You are there when I enter into wedlock promising an ETERNAL BOND OF LOVE.

You are there when we shape our CAREERS together.

You are there when I kiss our kid GOOD NIGHT.

I become fragile and weak even as my hair shows shades of GREY.

The breadwinners become fragile old people.

But you are there to hear my musings about how the world has changed.

My eyesight fails me as the END draws near 

You are still there shedding ur last drop of TEAR.

I SALUTE YOU my dear WOMAN for showing me that life is an ETERNAL BLESSING.