Thendral

  It was Friday the 13th when Jade visited the graveyard, a place of buried secrets and unbroken silence. The zephyr seldom assured a comforting company in her loneliness. However, more often, it was her pulsating heart that vehemently whispered into her ears of fear and anxiousness. It was only a few hours before the anticipating sun could engulf the shallowness of the night. She took a deep breath, swiftly strode to the entomb engraved "Jade." She knelt, gently placed her senseless hands on the grave, and mourned in reticence a final goodbye to her earthly remains. 

You existed in the very thought for every thought I tried to revoke about you.

I  spoke, laughed, and cried in furtive silence. I fought, fled, and froze with numbness. I lose my facade in my abode, Do not inquire me if I'm okay? I lost myself for on whose behalf do I have to articulate? I attempt to respond, but my words speak reticence. I circumvent the circumstantial embarrassment with a walk away — one of the bravest decisions I embraced. You do not perceive me, and I do not blame you, for I do not too. For I'm there, and I'm not, I sense that I don't sense.

I betwixt conquer or defeat, encounter of concealed profound disquiets

      

மனச்சிறை நடமாடும் பிணம் என அலைந்து திரிந்தேன், எதை துலைத்தேன் என விடை தெரியாமல் வாடினேன், வாரம் கடந்து  மாதம் கடந்து வருடம் பிறந்தது, ஆனால், விடை மட்டும் தெரியவில்லை.. என் மனச்சிறையில் நான் ஒரு விடுதலை பெறாதே அகதி, என் எண்ண செங்கல் கொண்டு வலி பூசி நானே கட்டிய சிறை, அதனால் தானோ எனவோ என்னால், தகற்க இயலவில்லை..  

Half of our lives we spend in learning the difference between just and unjust. Another half, we spend in being just to the unjust. We accept and convince others that this is the way to live. This is not called life, but a lie. If education doesn't give the power to change this lie, why to pursue it? Education is power, a power that can change minds and lives of millions.