My baby

I thought it was my baby. I cared for it , loved it, took utmost care. It will run to me when sacred, cry to me when sad.... I thought it  Was my baby . I admired its innocence , loved its talks, believed its words....... I thought it was my baby...... It will make few mistakes and I will teach or correct it... Sometimes spank it ... All I wanted was the baby should have a good future... I wanted it to be happy .... I wanted to protect it.... Give all my love and happiness to it... When it was down with fever I hated god for the sufferings the baby was going through.... Yes now I hate the god to know that it is not my  baby..... It left once its parents came..... I thought it was mine... I showered love when no one loved it.. But now its parents want to love it so it went away with them...... It was my stupidity to think other's baby as mine.... The baby had love but there was no one to receive it ... When I received it and reciprocated triple fold....the baby said," I now knew what love is but I want it from my parents and not from you AFTERALL YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER, I AM NOT YOUR BABY".
     

 Thank you baby for letting me know.

MY INSTINCTS

There is always a belief that our instinct knows what is going to happen in future.

நல்லவன்

நல்லவனாய் வாழ்வது

இக்காலத்தில்

பாவச்செயலே !

* தினேஷ்மாயா *

தனிமை

தனிமை வலி கொடுத்தாலும்

நிம்மதியையும் சேர்த்தே கொடுக்கும்..

* தினேஷ்மாயா *

உன்னால்..

உன்னுள் விழுந்ததால் பிறந்தேன்..

உன்னால் விழுந்ததால் இறந்தேன்..

* தினேஷ்மாயா *

வீழ்ச்சி

வீழ்த்திவிட்டாய்..

வீழ்ந்துவிட்டேன்..

* தினேஷ்மாயா *

நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன்

*தினேஷ்பூர்ணிஷா*