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Go to Previous message Go to Next message Back to Messages Mark as Unread Print ReplyReply All Move...InboxPayslipsTamilMatrimony Flag this message The story of Nila Kaala Nesangal Thursday, August 6, 2009 1:52 PM From: "anandhi srinivasan" Add sender to Contacts To: vaiyavan@yahoo.com Mithra , a sales girl visits the house of her college senior .His mother buys a pack of Washing powder from Mithra and is also attracted by her ways.The hero has met her after a couple of years since mithra has discontinued her education and is working as a sales girl. He inturn goes to meet Mithra at another neighbour's house and says to her that he would meet her the next day at her office. The Next day he meets her in her office and is dissatisfied with her company and it's owners.He starts to like her more than at college.There seemed to be a relationship between the duo at college as it starts with a romantic start, then he being elected as the college president and she bei...

A lonely bird was i in the world to witness fete Seldom danced and seldom slept in the dark woods; Went to all the floors and walked in all it's realms Was i now in old roofs still keeping will in sane; The angel my sole waitress ringed my door Now in still urgency i dare to reveal myself; The daring flowers in my huts of fame Showered until it lost it's scents; The weary trees drowned my fence In all it's glamour did i ever frown; What caused the birds to squeech with time Did i ever lost my path through the woods deepest; In all songs of nature's change To retreat from all of life's past chain, With the woods showing the darkened path Still i roam and still i take everydays rest , On the stones with mild fresh dews In the opera that i still dream to be; The real life went and went in all concerts That i a sole player did in all turns of life; As every dawn and dusk stays quite some time And every minute in nature's lap did i ever rest;

The evening sun had shone it's rays Over the green ground it was; It was under the impulse of the sun Did'nt the leaves lived with many; Did man anytime miss his with griefs Under the knell of timely sadness; Still under the sound of bells Did'nt we raise to pray to God; The symmetry of nature it was With repetetive growths of life; Still under warmth of love Did'nt we really head to life; We too imagine heaven and hell Have'nt yet any been to it's real; With so much of civilized courts Did'nt we really lead to heal ; With what the sky beholds us to Under the gloom of the mind; Do we still live with dream and life still under imagination of luck; The ground it was under the grip Of plants that shake with earthly mass; We are in the roots of life Still we shake in pride with sense;

The world so vast and the horizon so deep with nature's imagery pulled me in sane to face the heights and the limits guiding one to face the blue sky. What comes to one's sight is the beautiful rays from the sun, far from the nomad's knowledge and the fence of beautiful flowers which reduces as it proceeds towards the far off mounts. Life takes one to the destination as the destiny of nature tends to purity. Still are to keep more steps taking one to the air of freshness and that there are more horizons to scale in this vast landscape. Past left as traces of footsteps behind to the ambition of man to step farther and memories that keep you high in the wind. The stories of grandmas left behind the fences of her life and her dreams and the wealth burried with our hearts still instilled hopes and made dreams to live. This far off reality in the vicinity of ours with more of ages to cross , the present revolving with fuming life and yet to merry oneself with oncoming se...

The day started as usual with my work. The pain of the day dwelled in my senses. Need to complete the day’s chores within the time. But some time was left for a tea break and I began to crunch a piece of biscuit and had hot tea with my friend. There was something void in my mind since then. A vacuum in my heart for want of some care and love. It was during those times that I used to pen with my thoughts. There was a short cat that distracted my mind when I stopped to think and realized my folly. The thought took me to great heights of lengthy descriptions about my people who surrounded me. They were alike me in all aspects whether they were rich or poor. They were of my educational background and status and equal to my talents involving my work. But something that differentiated them from me. I stopped to think about it when I began to observe them. I was secluding me from others since I hold an independent thought. I don’t used to mingle with them like they do. They used to sit tog...

Days passed. Weeks passed. Months rolled. It was almost a year. I was thinking about it every minute. Will I be able to meet him again? My memories took me back before many years. It was raining heavily outside my home. All the streets were deeply struck with a darkness screen. Not even a roar was heard apart from the rainy manifestation. No sounds were heard of shoes or the sound of water under capture of soles under the shoes. I lighted a small candle amidst the sound of darkness. It was the most situations that I keep myself alone. I never used to wander in these situations. It was almost an hour when all the wax died from the candle. It again became dark. I have seen silent hours. I have wasted many days under suspicion of happiness. I have noticed the plants near my home grow up each day with my heart. I have troubled nature by cutting pathway for the shoots to grow up. This minute my mind was with my garden. In this rain I dared to go out. I was fixing my mind. Might be rain wash...

Last hopes which lay Flasing lightening and huge thunders, And marching rain through blackening nights, Sitting on top of shaking chair With hopes of passing time under darkening nightmare; Silent act of lightening candle And sticking to the lonliness at stay And wondering at the luminating shadows Of Past reflections from the echoes of the wild; An old hut with roof of rags Through which rain still leaks; Like life still at will of god Still under silent interruptions of rain did i seek; After the stage of reality will it cease, The pain beared till now with hardened soul, Like rain fully at it's roars And sudden droplets that drenches one's soul; Is it a pardonable act of raining life Which adds sorrows to choose; Will not the shower let stop ? And song of life with light revealed; Drinking water from old mug, After relishing throat and let it go A short sleep after thunder's rest Till the next day had hits it's quest; The memories of the last night Almost forgotten w...