Mind interrogates: “Why do you spend too much time on trivial ideas? Because you want the output the way you like or just because you want others to hold you appreciating? whatever … you belong to me”.
Care mumbled: “Helping is your forte, son. Keep it coming”.
Self Confidence immediately counter-argued: “Self-help is the best help. You are always my cup of tea … oh sorry … I am your cup of tea … Come on, never bother, it’s one and the same”.
Guesses assured: “Be it bad or good, You always do me … ha ha ha … Hope I don’t sound too bad or too obvious” [smiles with a grin].
English scribbled: “I want you to be my steersman; but you abscond every now and then!”
Energy jumped up: “You belong to the food, thought or food for thought? No, No …” [Being possessive] “You belong only to me”.
Simplicity yelled amidst an uncharacteristic asphyxiation: “goh goh doh” [coughs] “You belong to me, dude! But … to hell with your writings”.
Money was tormented: “You say you are not really interested in me! What the heck am I doing inside your wallet that is so hot at your back?”
Immediately Love enquired: “You belong to Theism or Atheism? I think you go with the latter …. Hmm I am confused, you brat”.
Hard work was dropping a ‘Hi’ to my commitment: “Huh, you are still with this chap?”.
Anger is infuriated now: “Don’t you belong to me, time and again?”
Darkness was afraid: “Why are you here? You don’t dare to drive me away.”
My failures are amused: “How did you ever survive?” [Interruption from cockroaches]
Cockroaches asserted: “You are the worst nocturnal beast I have ever seen” [runs away into his grove owing to the fear of being stamped to death].
My failures gave a laugh and continued from where it left: “How did you ever survive? You belong to this world, buddy”.
Success was proud and responded to Failures: “You know the answer now? It is because I am his den”.
Time screamed out loud: “I would have made you stay in that den longer had you kept catching me. But I am running away, you lazy goose”.
Twists-in-life screeched: “Still, you belong to your instincts, man”.
[Silence for a long time].
I gave out a sigh of relief: “Phew … At last they let me think where I belong!”
[I was thinking for a couple of hours]
“I do belong to all of them, don’t I?”
4 comments:
lovely machchaan! Felt like reading a short-story in a reputed magazine.
"Money was tormented: “You say you are not really interested in me! What the heck am I doing inside your wallet that is so hot at your back?”" This was the highlight of your post.
While English is sad about your absconding every now and then, Thamizh is devastated about your disappearance and apathy! ;)
:) Thanks balaji.
Thamizh is an extremely difficult, yet a wonderful language that has stood the test of time (more than 5000 years! whoops!!) I look silly in front of the stature of Thiruvalluvar and his descendants. Not that I dont look sillier than the likes of Alfred Noyes, Shakespeare or Robert Browning.
Here I would take the opportunity to share with you all that Alfred Noyes's "The Highwayman" is one of the most inspirational pieces of MY English poetic ascent. If you have time and love for the language, read it here: http://web.cecs.pdx.edu/~trent/ochs/lyrics/highwayman-orig.html
I think the letters of the complete link got severed.Here it is:
http://web.cecs.pdx.edu/~trent/ochs/
lyrics/highwayman-orig.html
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