my love and hers

You have written a poem that can be interpreted in a thousand ways. And whichever way we interpret it, it ends up as a great tribute to women. It embodies the exalted place that she enjoys in our lives.

Dear Cheeniya sir,
Sure, Sridhar's poem is a great tribute to women. But I wonder how many men realise this at the right time? Just because women's hearts melt easily and they are ever ready to forgive and forget and because they can be pacified even at the fag end of their lives, they are always taken for granted. As Sridhar has rightly said-
Others love me when I’m good
Others adore me when I excel
But she’s the only one who loves me
When I’m evil, and in a mood to kill
This is true with most wives even today. And because of this unconditional love women are punished, treated as curry leaves and door-mats, being used for their needs alone.
Regards,
Malathi

Thanks a ton Malathi for the words - for those written here and those which adorned the pm you sent to me.
But, still, please consider my 'two cents'. God's love is Grace, Anugraham. We don't deserve it all. We get it. Period.
It is not got by efforts, erudition or even by sheer love. It happens. That's all. As it happened for this poem.
love,
sridhar

Originally Posted by Malathijagan

Excellent poem!




Beautifully expressed!
Madurai Meenakshi certainly knows you in and out to shower her love to the most deserving person. And who are we to question her ways (Love)?
Regards,
Malathi

Dear Devika,
To be acknowledged by a poet, to be praised by a person who wrote the poem "serendipity" is something. I am honoured and flattered, Devika. Thanks a ton.
Love is not just a possession. Love is our whole being. Our body, mind, brains and possessions - they are all dreamy frills attached to the only reality there is - love.

You have penned such wonderful lyrics.It was something that one can relate too

Lovely lyrics, Excellent rhythm

Truly enjoyed!!!

Words like these coming from a person like you will spur me to write more and to write better.
love,

Dear Chithra,
Thanks for the kind words you have about my poem. And who else but you could reply to a poem with a poem?
I loved your poem.
When you ended the poem with these words,

The God remained in stony silence !

I felt a tug at the heart strings. Was reminded of the great song which has been haunting me for years,
கடவுள் ஏன் கல்லானார்
மனம் கல்லாய்ப் போன மனிதர்களாலே
in En Annan.
love,

Originally Posted by Chitvish

Dear Sridhar,
Yet another beautiful creation from you!
Now, let me try my hand too - I just can't help it, please!

Near My House:
The temple and the shopping mall
Stand side by side near my house

I walked in the mall
Booked orders, bought goods
Paid for them

Walked out of the mall
Into the temple
Promised ten coconuts in advance
For favours yet to be granted

Broke ten for those granted
Walked out in satisfaction
For I prayed

Love you for everything
For loving you
Is being in love
With my existence
In perfect harmony.

The God remained in stony silence !

Love,
Chithra.

Dear Malathi
What you say may be true in a small number of cases. I strongly believe that most men appreciate and admire the role played by their women in their lives. Men know that they are mere matter without the energy of their consorts. Matter will remain just a piece of dead wood without energy and Sakthi will remain unseen and unfelt without the matter that it activates. Both need each other.
Sayings like 'Behind every successful man, there is a woman' have not been said in a sycophantic way. It relflects the true feelings of most men. Please believe me!
Sri

My dear Sri,
You are perfectly right. In fact when I showed this work to my dear wife before posting I did not tell her that it was addressed to God. She thought that it was addressed to her and was whistling in happiness all the way.

Who, then, is God? When we are young God appears as our mother, at the right age as wife and then as daughter. A woman's love is the closest we have to divine love. And divine love manifests in the form of women in our life.

There is no need for us to grow older to realise the wife's love. Enough if we fall sick and are unable to move. Then wife appears as saakshaat parvathi devi to us. We become children in her hands. Like the God who gives our food and means to live, a wife gives us the special food, the medicines and makes us think that we are the whole world to her.

With due respects to male sex, well aware of the fact that this rule has many golden exceptions, I have to state here with sadness, that when a wife is ill, the husband does not take that much care. Maybe he takes her to the Doctor and all. But there is a world of difference between how a husband takes care of a sick wife and vice versa.

You have written a poem that can be interpreted in a thousand ways. And whichever way we interpret it, it ends up as a great tribute to women. It embodies the exalted place that she enjoys in our lives.
A truly introspective piece of writing!

I am planning to print these words and have them framed. Such words coming from a person of your stature, you have made my day, today and many, many days to follow.
love,
sridhar

Dear Sriniketan,
Your saying, "what more to say, sridhar" said so many things. Thanks for being there for me and coming here in this forum.
regards,

Originally Posted by Sriniketan

What more to say Sridhar.....that is being filled by our friends before, from my part...

sriniketan

Thanks Aruna.
While writing the reply to your fb, I went in and examined myself. Stories, other posts and narratives - I plan, design think and then write. But in the last two instances poetry was something that happened all of its own. I will share with you how this poem came into being.

Yesterday we had a Brotherhood Meeting which lasted till 8 and after that I had go to the other end of the town to get some medicines for my Dad.

The climate was reasonably cool and there was not much of a traffic on the road. I chose the bike because I wanted to enjoy the ride. As I crossed the first road junction the idea of this poem came and sat nicely in one of the corners of the mind. I was thinking of rhyming lines as I did for the Rally Against God poem. Somehow the rhyming was very strained this time.
At that time I was passing through Vakkil New Street, one of the busiest streets in the heart of the town. And a LCV coming behind me hit my bike. Since I was going rather slow and the LCV was also slow there was virtually no damage either to me or to my bike. I just swerved a little but then regained my balance and continued my journey.
But the hit (which I felt in my being) was a real jolt and I almost forgot the lines of poetry I had imagined till then thought the central idea remained as a vague memory.
This morning I read Cheeniya's poem Living with my heart. There was no apparent rhyming in that poem. But there was what Devika calls, a rhythm which jelled perfectly well with the profound message it conveyed.

Then I started writing the poem and got it posted within hours.

Aren't you amazed, what factors are needed to make an accountant write a poem?
Number one, a long bike ride in a mofussil town
Number two, a brush with death
And Number Three, a real poem written in a much better way

A good poet working under these favourable conditions would have penned an epic. The most I could do was this poem.

Sorry for boring you with a long reply.
love,

Originally Posted by Arunarc

Good wordings Dear Varalotti....................From stories slowly shifting to poems??
excellent poem...........

Dear Varalotti sir,

You seem to be equally blessed with words as well as numbers by Madurai Meenakshi.

Dear Usha,
Thanks a lot for the crisp and sweet fb.
I must say here that the tagline in your signature about reputation and honour is quite impressive.
The world is in a sad state because people are worried so much about reputation, that they are willing to even sacrifice their honour to earn it.
A really good one.
love,

Originally Posted by sundarusha

Dear Varalotti sir,

You seem to be equally blessed with words as well as numbers by Madurai Meenakshi.