அப்படித்தான்


கூட்டம் கூடவில்லை என
மேகம் காத்திருக்குமா?

கவிதை ஏழுத ஆளில்லை என்று
நிலா மரியல் செய்து பார்த்ததுண்டா?

பரிசு தரவில்லை என
குயில் பாட மறுக்குமா?

முகர்ந்து பார்ப்பவரில்லை என்று
மலர் மொட்டாகுமா?

உனக்கான என் காதலும் அப்படித்தான்!

Comments

தேவ் | Dev said…
நல்லாருக்கு வத்சா
11:39 PM
sanchapanzo said…
good punching kavithai really :-)
7:05 PM
srivats said…
தேவ் வருகைக்கு நன்றி

கவிதைகள் எல்லாம் மலர்கள்தான்
அது பராட்டபடும் போதுதான்
மாலை ஆகின்றது!
4:26 PM
srivats said…
Hi Sanchapanzo,

Thanks a lot for the comments.

Please be around.
4:27 PM
gils said…
nachu finishing line...romba peel panni ezhuthinaapla iruku...thaadiku pin oru thaavani?? ;)
11:07 PM
srivats said…
yes gils,

ellam patta pin thaan gyanaanam kavathai ellam varudhu.

Thanks for the comments :)
4:20 PM
Anonymous said…
vatsa... nenja thottutta...da...!! kandippa nee love panniruppa.. am i rite?
6:54 PM
Anonymous said…
Hi Sri,
Kavithai super aa irukuthu,
hapnd to visit your blog through Dev's scrape book,
Will all your posts and make more comments,
Keep up ur good work!

Divya
7:58 AM
Anonymous said…
God has commanded you to give a message, you give a beautiful message,When we rivers confluence
Oh humanity why not your hearts confluence, And you blossom with happiness.
3:25 PM
rajan RADHAMANALAN said…
வாழ்த்துகள்
6:53 PM
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