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Have you ever seen the twlight, Beyond horizon, Above the reachable eyes, Having stood same for all Of all around the world. For all it's veins longing for the sight. Have we ever lived soulfully- For all the days until the end. Does nature ever divided lives, By differentiating its presence, And distinguishing it's colour from one to another person. But why does the world divides lives for ever Caste, Creed , Colour and Race. Filling veins with gush of hatred- From one to another And filling hearts with selfishness. Do we to care for the loss of one another If we are rich enough to see the twilight If the others ever cry at the sky If the others die for the lack of living lines. Should we all care for our neighbours If they face a difficult living. If we see the vision of the world Should we all live alike and lead; Behind us all of timely massacres By managing lost lives beyond our walls; It is possible to reach the vision of our lives- If we fores...

A Crack in the sky Sounding hard; Allowing drops of rain After it's manifestation afar; Have you reached the solemn pain That instills in one's eardrums; Getting saved from this cruelty One finds great rest after it's quickness; Still fun lasts for kids Unknowingly neglecting fear because of one's age; Days have goneby, knowingly or unknowingly For oneself to mind to one's duty; Growing up one forgets to remember Days when it rained or nights that were thunderstruck; For the pain of life too Removes the fear of this subtle death...

The lady carried the colourful basket- Laden with beautiful toys, Sounding high in the air, Above the basket that she laid on her head. Throwing words to attract kids Mostly of that poor class who often gaped at; She went to two streets- Now almost completed one-quarter of her toys. The sight of hers attracted many kids Those who simply played on the roads; The sun almost declined for the day The moon-lit night showed blackened clouds. The lady was still far from reach For the poor child who counted on the colourful toys. It became pitch dark when the lights went off! For the day followed her on foot after foot The child had almost ran into his hut- When it started to rain And the toy lady laddened her basket to the kid's home Simply to put back her sacks and baskets to safety. Light again, laid on the corners of the house The kid amused at the colourful basket Full of toys that he never had seen, Except for the small ones he got as gifts- From his mother's landlords. He had n...

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;