Obsession with the beloved.

 

The Tanjore Tower’s shadow

Never falling on the earth

Is not a loan wonder.

Your shadow falling on the earth

Too is equally a wonder.

 

Whenever I come to you face to face,

Blushing, you turn away your face

As if your back is less a beauty.

 

You walk down holding up

 The skirt from kissing the ground.

What would you do saving the skirt

While your pretty soles get soiled?

 

We melt together,

I in writing your name

And you later in reading it.

 

All those statues stand still

Only one seems to be on move

When you go round the temple.

 

Fresh from bath you stand in front.

My mind goes back to trace

How you would have bathed?

 

The beauty contest is on.

The juries are in confusion.

Yes, you are in the audience.

 

As diabetes, I denounced sweets.

Could I shun the kiss I implanted.

 

How can I teach the butterfly

That revolves around you

That she has mistaken you a flower?

 

White hair, black teeth,

How well you smile

Even in the negatives?

29.10.2005

(Mani Barathi, from kumutham, 29/10/05)