'tulika -the echo still

TULIKA – My Nick Name

A flame in water
that belies the belief
strange though, it clings
to reality
a presentation in hiding
and truth beneath
what burns is the oil that
surfaces the water
It is to camouflage something
pretty and attractive
and to develop an urge
to search for truth
like a golden sword kept
inside the sheath
but an appreciation deserved
need to be parted with
and there stands TULIKA with
nerve and energy
embedded
and with enthusiasm
reflected in every action.
Parting is heavy for the heart
when built in bondage
as there forms
a vacuum
that pricks the memory
for bondage
gets strengthened
in separation,
longing ever to refresh meetings
frequented more with.

M.S.Kumaran

Reminisces - of parting

The pain persists
as the sting
has penetrated deep
in heart
as, also the sore keeps
reminding
us about the wound.
Memory line of human,
it is said,
may recede with time
but a wound or
a sore create reflections,
reminding us ever.

The breeze that pass
through our hair,
gently as is always-and tender
though it is,
still fluttering vibrant, in musing
with delight-
as if there is fragrance
in air from
the bouquet of roses never
ever should allow
the flower to wither caring
to get replenished
with fresh ones and not to
loose the aroma,
as the tender care is ours.

M.S.Kumaran