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Red soil and rain water
Red soil and rain water

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The sweaty hugKurunthogai:12In this piece of poem a foster mother has a funny complaint to make on the girlshe had had brought up. Some time time back the girl used to like her hugging,finding a touching sign of love in those hugs. As the girl had become matured now,exposed to a different kind of embrace whic was more endearing after meeting herlover. Unaware of it the foster mother goes to hug her dear child. Then comes thehurting reply.‘You are sweating.’The poet to add more effect refers the passing clouds of Podhigai hills whichcarry on the scents of Vengai and Kaandhal flowers . A trace of jealousy found ina mother’s heart is subtly hinted here.I went to hug her,My foster daughterWho smells with the perfumes ofThe Vengai and Kaandhal flowersBut tender and chillier than the AambalOf the clouds passing PodhigaiBelonged to the braceleted Aai (the munificent);But she resisted,Saying ‘I am sweating’Then I understoodHer dislike for my embrace!Mosi keeranaarPosted by vaiyavan at 9:30 PM 0 commentsLabels: EmbraceMonday, May 14, 2007Jumbing horse and bumbing bambooThe Unfastened horse and unhitched bambooKurunthogai:11She had become thinner with the thoughts of him. The news reaches her that he theHillman lover too became thinner contemplating on her beauty. Two scenes flash inher mind; force of the unfastened horse and triggering up bamboo when unhitchedfrom one’s hold. They were common in her lover’s land and the force of freedom liein them makes her to indicate both of their love’s power.Ignorant of my growingThinner thinking of himHad he the boss of the hillsWhere the bamboo triggersHigher up unhitchedFrom the bendingWith the force ofAn unfastened horseDid he too became thinnerBrooding over my beauty?Vitta kudhiraiyaarPosted by vaiyavan at 7:40 PM 0 commentsLabels: GallopsButter guard and a hot rockButter on a Sun-burning rockKurunthogai:10The hero, unable to bear the agonies of love outpours his mind to a dear friend.
But the friend in turn meriting not much of the measure of his love ,condemns hisweakness to go so low craving for a girl. The hero becoming upset retorts on himfor not being sympathetic with his help less feelings. The comparison of hismelting mind for love is quite impressive. A dumb and lame person was put incharge as the guard to protect the butter laid on a sun-burning rock. How can heaccomplish his duty?Enough of your banter, friendBetter would it be;Suggesting a changeFor this unbearble pain of loveI bear ss helpless asthe dumb cripple in chargeto protect the melting butterlaid on a sun -burning rockVelliveedhiyaarPosted by vaiyavan at 12:36 AM 0 commentsLabels: RetortSaturday, May 12, 2007After the rain of loveSpent up lustKurunthogai.8The lady after a hearty indulgence with the master finds something was missing inher. The craving has gone. The sexual urge was subdued. She wondered howeverything ended so silently. Would the bond of love between him and her also end?This question makes her to listen to the sound of brooks nearby. There was aroaring rain last night and it ended somehow but as a continued link the brooksrun falling over the crevices of the rocks. She laughs within and claims more.Lust might be Spent off entirelyAs the tempestuous rainAt the previous night ended;Oh my man of the hillThe sounding brooks continuesIn the crevices of the hillsAfter the rainy nightCan your bond be broken?KabilarFishing rod and the bamboo shaftKurunthogai.9A fishing rod in waiting suddenly rises up from the surface of the water after afish- catch. The forest elephant’s trial to pluck out a bamboo shaft is disturbedinstantly by the catapult coming from the field guards who throw stones to driveoff the elephant to protect their millet yield. The heroine refers the two scenesto her lost modesty with the nicety after her mingling the lover the jungledweller.I am alone here,As like the fishing rodStretches up after a fish-catchThe forest elephant abandonsthe greenish bamboo shaftIn fright of the catapultThrown by the field guards,My delicacy has left meAfter mingling with himThe jungle dwellerMeeneri ThoondilaarPosted by vaiyavan at 12:51 AM 0 comments
Labels: Rainy nightFriday, May 11, 2007The sound of lonelinessFar and NearKurunthogai.7The poetic eye captures the loneliness of an abandoned house of a desertedvillage, where squirrels play chirping and jumping hither and thither. The noisemade by their movements and sounds magnify the desperate isolation.And the poet travels far to the town where crowds of people shouting in mirth andjoy in a festive spirit.His mind compares them both to a different situation. None could have guessed it.The heroine thinks of the hero’s nearness and his separation. The poet who wrotethis piece got named as the person who owned the verandah where squirrels play.(Anilaadu Munrilaar)If he is nearerI get the festiveGait of the town muchBut if he leaves me,The loneliness of the abandonedHouse of a desert villageWhere squirrels playIn the courtyardMakes me yearn.Anilaadu MunrilaarPosted by vaiyavan at 5:42 AM 0 commentsLabels: CravingThursday, May 10, 2007Red soil and rain water(Kurunthogai-6)These lines have become internationally famous since they were found printed onthe tube-train of Japan. Until so far we have selected the feelings of the heroineand her friend. But these lines depict the hero’s mind. Wondering at the way theythe utterly unknown who were united; bound only by their love, the hero comparesthemselves to the rain poured down from the sky on red soil. In turn the waterlosing its colourlessness and the red soil losing its stark colour. Their unity isfound to be the blend of love.Who was to whom my motherTo yours? What kin is my fatherTo yours in anyhow?And how did you and I knowEver to meet ?Our hearts have blendedAs pouring rain onThe red soik now.Chempulappeyal NeeraarWalking alone in midnightKurunthogai :23Much feeble hearted she was. Once. Just becoming scary of small sounds. Thehooting of an owl or a male monkey’s leaping and jumping over the jack-fruit treebough in their yard was enough to make her terrify. Gone are the days. Aftermeeting him her mindset was utterly changed. She became very bold now to have along walk over the mountain slope in the deep dark of a night alone; expecting to

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