Living with my heart

Dear Cheeniya Sir,
Would wonderful suffice?. No not at all. This is absolutely splendid ,marvellous!
The conflict of the heart and the mind. Well many a times the heart can recognise what the mind is denying. The heart is responsilbe for all the positivities of life , the love, the smile,the care , the compassion, all emotions that keep you wanting to give more !
Your last two lines were fantastic. I loved every word of this. Something that can be read again and again and have you wanting for more!

Love,
Devika Mole.

Dear Devika Mole
The conflict between the mind and the heart is eternal. From the mind emanates all the cold logic, all rational approach and it generally builds a barrier between people. While I concede that we can't ignore mind altogether, many decisions of our lives would require the intervention of our hearts. Beautiful feelings arise only from the heart and such feelings go a long way in building lovely relationships.
Sri

Dear Sri,
A very beautiful piecewith lovely words - I feel like blurting out in Tamil
manathai mayil iRakaal varuduvathu pOla irukkirathu.
I do not think, it can be 50-50 between heart and mind ever ! I would go to the extent of "generalising" that mind is like a father and heart, like a mother.Mind is forever logical, rationalising, more towards our actions being "prim and proper". Heart is a bundle of emotions and never bothers about the "image" part ! In our own lives, we see that with all our judging capacities, the heart sometimes rules over the head.For a relationship to flourish, I personally feel, heart must take the lead.Your last two lines say it all !
Love,
Chithra.

Wow, Cheeniya,

Another one to tug our hearts......my my how are you managing this switching between ur mind and heart...i mean, your Senile ramblings make us Think( u provide exercise to our rusty minds) and here in your blogs you are playing with our hearts.....so schweet! I agree with Chitra's phrase in tamil....about "lightly touching our hearts with a peacock feather"
It was beautiful.....the personification of HEART! Athukku kaathu, mooku kannu ellam vachhu, engalai adimai aakitheenga!

Dear Chithra
I like your analogy. You are right about the mind being like the father and the heart like the mother. Had I thought of this when I wrote this poem, I would have squeezed in this thought too! For the children to develop well, the father's rationalised approach and the mother's emotional one are both necessary. It cant be 50:50 as you say. It should lean more towards emotional approach to make us more humane. People who use only their heads can never build up relationships. People who use only their hearts will be very gullible!
Sri

Dear Sudha
By now you should have known that as a person grows older, the mind too becomes all heart! That's why grandparents are far more indulgent than the parents towards children.
And thanks for your lovely words of appreciation. I am sure that the poem indicates how my heart is slowly eclipsing my mind!
Sri

dear sri,
nice words how very true are these..
The missing hands of the goddess of love
That she can lend them to all ailing lovers

yes as we grow older we become more ailing and ache to be loved and definitely we need the invisible with open arms,
Oh my heart has won me greater laurels
Than my mind ever did all my life! that is well seen here great more hearty years to u..sunkan

Dear Sundari
Our dry march through our life takes away much of the ability to give and receive love as we grow older. We become too preoccupied with our own imaginary loneliness and this layers our hearts with a heavy coating of a love resistent feeling of antipathy. We need to break free from this feeling and keep our hearts young and receptive.
Thank you for your nice words, Sundari
Sri

My dear Sri,
There is a veiled allegory in your poem as we often say in our brotherhood. Its quite true that your heart is so sweet that the sounds coming from it can put a dragon to sleep.

Being a moffussil accountant, many times my head has brought me, much more than mere descredit. But I am yet to learn the art of letting the heart to be.

These lines answered a million questions that have sprung in my mind all these years, and have remained unanswered till now.

This is not a poem just to read and pass on. It is to be meditated upon.
Well done, brother.
love,
sridhar

My dear Sridhar
If I say I am overwhelmed by this FB, it would not reflect even a minute fraction of my feelings. The very fact that my attempt at poetry has drawn your attention is sufficient acceptance of my foray into this ultimate form of expression of one's feelings.
At a stage when age is catching up with me very fast, I am running against time to bring out all that is inside me in words before they become feelingless and dry.
This FB is like the shot in the arm for my humble effort.
Thank you my dear Brother
Sri

Dear Mr Cheenia,
I have a grievance against you. Every now and then you are bringing in the age factor and that I don't like it. As age advances we listen to heart, not mind. It is an advantage for us. Hi hi. I am also advancing in age. Now the accolades you are getting for your lovely, meaningful poem is also a reward for the maturity that comes after certain experience and age. There are people who may not get the maturity even if they live for centuries.Please forget about your age and keep writing more and more beautiful poems and ramblings for ILites who love to read them.
Love,
PS

Dear PS
I am touched by your FB. I keep referring to my age more to remind myself of my unfinished tasks and the need to attend to them on a top priority basis. It is like what Robert Frost wrote about:
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep.”

Jawaharlal Nehru kept this verse under the glass on his table as a motivator and a constant reminder of his unfinished task!
Sri

Dear Cheeniya sir,
I do not want to analyse this poem by dissecting them verse by verse. The whole poem is poetry! And the last two lines are the most precious gems in the crown!
Love and regards,
Malathi

Dear Malathi
And the last two lines also justify my immense faith in my heart to win me more loving friends. This poem is just the spillings of a heart that is full to the brim.
Thanks for your very warm appreciation.
Sri

Dear Kamla
You are like the ghee poured in a Homa Kunda. It fans the fuel inside me to reach the heavens and if you keep doing this to me, I may soon have no more peaks to conquer! Thanks a lot!

But that comparison to Uriah Heep was a bit jarring. I may be him but sans his villainy and insincerity! In any case, bowing to the popular demand, I have decided to be a Markandeya henceforth, always a sweet sixteen!
Sri

Dear Cheeniya sir,

The comparison to Uriah may not have been the best...but then, I am not given your talent in such things
I was only thinking of his false humility...and tried not so successfully..to relate it to your mention of aging..when you seem quite young, going by your write ups which are full of youthful wit and energy!
No fear Cheensaar, these are 'our' days...Just look around...Rekha, Amitabh and Asha Bhonsle are all still swinging!

Dearest Kamla, you seem to be "only glamour-oriented", to my disappointment!
How did you have the heart to omit the name of chitvish in the swinging crowd, atleast in IL ? I am suddenly feeling lost !!
Love,
Chithra

Dear Kamla
There is absolutely no need for oops! I know you better than you do and I have absolutely no doubt that you never meant anything sinister by comparing me with Uriah Heep!
And let this piece of info gladden your heart further. Following your advice, I am right now singing Dhum Maro Dhum!
Happy days are here again!
Sri

Dear Chithra
I can understand your feeling lost. After all, you are now in a swinging crowd. Dont you worry. You'll soon find your way!
Sri