Showing posts with label Mahakavi Bharathiyar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mahakavi Bharathiyar. Show all posts

Thursday, 15 January 2009

Bharathi's Romanticism in Hariharan's Voice...






Suttum vizhich chudar thaan kannamma sooriya chandhiraro.
Vattakkariya vizhi kannamma vaanak karumai kollo.
Pattukkaru neela pudavai, padiththa nal vairam.
Natta nadu nisiyil, theriyum, nakshathirangaladi.

Solai malar oliyo, unadhu sundharappunnagai thaan.
Neelak kadal alaye, unadhu nenjin alaigaladi.
Kolakkuyil osai unadhu, kuralin inimaiadi.
Vaalaik kumariyadi kannama, maruvakkaadhal konden.

Saaththiram pesugirai kannamma, saaththiram edhukkadi.
Aaththiram kondavarke kannamma, saaththiram undodi.
Mooththavar sammadhiyil vadhuvai, muraigai pinbu seivom.
Kaaththiruppenodi, idhu paar, kannaththu muththam ondru

Tuesday, 18 March 2008

Love Whispers That Do Not Seem To End....

Have you ever allowed BLISS to run through your every nerve?
Have you ever allowed it to soar within you...
As if it were a stream that started out of nowhere -
But was now flowing within you in uncontrollable directions?

Tingling under your skin,
Sending nervous little flutters,
Tickling you into a frenzy,
Making you twitter incredulously in giddy excitement.

And moments later...

Numbing you,
Blinding you,
Carrying you -
effortlessly off the ground defying gravity and reality.
Until you -
In exalted lightness,
In uncontainable intoxication -
Enter the world of momentary oblivion...

It all happened a while ago,
As I was sitting in my favourite little corner,
Attempting to restrain myself within the mundane circle of work deadlines.
Absent-mindedly plugging into my ears -
that which has the magical ability to create an instant tug of war in me
With realities of work pulling at one end,
and passion for words on the other.

That was when Bharathi sent his sparks into me...
Immobilising me into an oblivious state -
In which I could only blankly stare into space,
Inhaling his divine love whispers -
as if they were then my very breath of life.

Suttum Vizhi Chudarthaan - he began
Here, the kiss meant for that cheek of yours which is mine, and mine only to begin with.
Thus saying, he left...

Leaving me -
Floating hither and thither
like an intoxicated spirit...
the kiss still tingling away on my cheek,
his love whispers blowing endless little shivers of ecstasy into my perplexed ears...


Thursday, 13 March 2008

An "Open Poem" to Bharathi...

My dear Bharathi,
You probably would have exclaimed in aghast,
Had you been alive today,
In the lingo that we use these days...
The nerve of this woman!

I too wondered -
what gave me the nerve
to even try and read your thoughts -
and translate them into a language,
that would never do justice...
to the beauty of Thamizh that you lived and breathed.

But Bharathi -
as unreservedly as I call you by that name
without the appropriateness that you are often accorded with,
that's how as candidly I felt your thoughts in me.
It was as if during that moment when I pondered over your poem,
we both spoke one and the same language...
Only yours sounded Thamizh, and mine English.

So you see Bharathi -
I was merely recording your thoughts
Into a language you did not care to "speak" in then.
Not that it is any greater than the one you loved - it is not.
But I needed to read and feel you, Bharathi,
And I saw no other way of doing so,
Except to re-read and re-feel you in the only way that I know...
Do forgive me if I have flawed in doing so.

And I beg you to bless me -
Like how a mother would her child despite her (the child's) flaws.
For I believe I stand before you today...
As the child who had probably crossed set boundaries.

But a loving and doting mother, are you not...
And surely, accept me you will,
...won't you Bharathi?


Ninnai Charanadainthen in English (as I felt it to be...)

I surrender unto you, dear Kannamma
I surrender unto you

I, who yearn for riches, prestige and fame - that
I be spared from the jaws of misery,
(I surrender unto you, dear Kannamma)

Fear and cowardice that reside within my heart - that
They are killed and rooted out of me,
(I surrender unto you, dear Kannamma)

That my worries and self-preoccupation be ended, and instead - that
I become contained through selfless acts
(I surrender unto you, dear Kannamma)

There is no more sorrow in me, no weariness, no drawbacks - that
Virtues be made to flourish in the name of love,
(I surrender unto you, dear Kannamma)


I know not the good from the bad - in you I trust, so
Make the goodness in me prevail, and the evil driven away!
(I surrender unto you, dear Kannamma)


நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன் - கண்ணம்மா!
நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன்

பொண்ணை உயர்வைப் புகழை விரும்பிடும்
என்னை கவலைகள் தின்ன தகாதென்று (நின்னை)

மிடிமையும் அச்சமும் மேவியென் நெஞ்சில்
குடிமை புகுந்தனே, கொன்றவை பொக்கென்று (நின்னை)

தன்செய லெண்ணித் தவிப்பது தீர்திங்கு
நின்செயல் செய்து, நிறைவு பெரும்வனம் (நின்னை)

துன்பம் மிநிஇல்லை, சோர்வில்லை, தோற்பில்லை
அன்பு
நெறியில் அரண்கள் வளர்ந்திட
(நின்னை)

நல்லது தீயது நாமறி வோம்,
நல்லது நாட்டுக! தீமையை ஓட்டுக! (நின்னை)


Wednesday, 27 February 2008

Mahakavi Bharathiyar on Who's a Poet & Who Isn't...




கவிதை எழுதுபவன் கவியன்று.
கவிதையே வாழ்க்கையாக உடையோன்,
வாழ்க்கையே கவிதையாகச் செய்தோன்,
அவனே கவி!

He who writes poetry is a poet not!
He who embraces poetry as life -
and who lives his life as if it were poetry,
He alone is a poet!

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

Powerful Sparks from Mahakavi Bharathiyar


தேடிச் சோறு நிதந்தின்று- பல

சின்னஞ்சிறு கதைகள் பேசி- பிறர்

வாடப் பலசெயல்கள் செய்து- மனம்

வாடித் துன்பமிக உழன்று- நரை

கூடிக் கிழப்பருவம் எய்தி - கொடுங்

கூற்றுக் கிரையெனப்பின் மாயும்- பல

வேடிக்கை மனிதரைப் போலே- நான்

வீழ்வேனென்று நினைத்தாயோ




Thedi choru nithamthinru - pala

Chinnanchiru kathaigal pesi - pirar

Vaada pala seyalgal seythu - manam

Vaadi thunbam miga uzhanru - narai

Koodi kizhapparuvam eithi - kodung

Kootrukku iraiyena pin maayum - pala

Vedikkai mainitharai pole - naan

Veezhvenenru ninaiththaayo