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28.3

I’m 28.3 years old,Yes, the age that many of them consider as pretty old,Probably the age when you’re expected to have a board around your neck that reads ‘Sold’
I know of people, who worry a lot, When the scale of their age slides slightly to the right, but Guess what?I’m actually really happy.You know why? Let me explain it to you!
Because, I’ve crossed the baby days when ‘milk mustache’ mattered,I’m done with the toddler stage, when I thought that the shells I find in the shore are from the mermaids.I’m not in preschool, when all that mattered was the decals stickers on my bedroom walls,And, also I’m not in high school, when bullying was the most terrible thing,
I’m not a teen anymore;Those were the days I thought,People have the heart made of gold,And, I can trust someone who’d smile like a sun,You know those teenage-teeny thing are all outdone.
I’ve traversed the young adult stage when I thought roses burst in rainbow colors,When I thought love was all about Romeo and Juliet,And, life is like a lantern that floats in the sky, And, my soulmate was that guy with bright green eyes.

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I’m not 20 year old to mellow down and ask ‘Ah.. May I’I’d now shout like thunder and ask ‘Excuse me’ I need extra ketchup please.
I’m not 21 to cry when my plants have yellow spots,But, hey, sorrows and concerns are always tightening the knots.
I’m not 22 to make a wish with dandelion, Or to pray with one of my eyelashes on my knuckles, I’m so damn done with the customer care calls that I just slap them with a ‘I’m not interested’
 I’m not 23 anymore to stay in love with the wrong kinda guy,I’m not 24 to constantly have doubts about my own abilities,I’m 28.3 – who knows that success will never wait for you with arms spread wide,
When I was 25, I risked my life for that one person, whom I cared a lot about, But now, I go out with someone I’m interested, share the food bill, and then take a selfie with a pout,
When I was 26, Guilt and regret swirled inside my belly,When I was 27, I slowly learned to shut the echoes of the Memories that are best forgotten,
Now that I’m 28.3,
I easily shut everything down, ignore life and take a long nap,I’m a literature fanatic but let’s just say I’m still a Harry Potter fan, does that sound dramatic?I now delete the pathetic evidences that I’ve left on Facebook, And, I know I can survive another heart break, just like the previous one.I know that life, is just a pair of tectonic plates, that shifts at times,
I’m bold, and reckless,But, you might call me a bitch and characterless.
I’m finally who I’m supposed to be,I know that life is a play of emotions – joy, happiness, hatred, love and longing,Life’s too short to just exist, I chose to live where I felt a sense of belonging.
 – Kavipriya Moorthy

 

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Out of your Wedlock

It was when I lost my innocence, That everything else made perfect sense.
That I was a result of a random affair, And, I’m being cursed now, how is that even fair?
Something that sparked between the old flames, But, why should I carry the burden and be blamed.
How would I even explain you the pain, To be the walking embodiment of what’s called as shame.
To what do I owe this honor? I’ve got to live with a misnomer.
I try to endure this with great fortitude, But the neighborhood says, “like your mother, you’d become a prostitute,”
I feel like I’m drowning in a bottomless pond, I don’t even know what’s father-daughter bond? Oh, when I call him, he never responds. Can someone change my life with a magical wand?
My tears don’t wash away my sorrows, But, it hurts to know that my initials are to be borrowed.
And people forget to see what’s beneath my skin, Their comments that brings tears to the brim,
None understood my grief, Can I live a different life for at least a short brief?
I just want to go nowhere, Away from this world that spells not of affair. Dear God, let me please disappear, The opinions and judgements – oh, I don’t want to adhere.
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— Kavipriya Moorthy

எழுத்தாளர் என்ற பெருமையுடன் மாய்வேன்!

பெருமையுடன் பச்சை குத்தி கொள்ள பெரிதாக ஒன்றும் சாதிக்க வில்லை,

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பல இழிவுகளை சுமந்து,

தேவையற்ற பிரச்சனைகள் கடந்து,

முன்னேறி,

சிந்தித்து, செயல்பட்டு,

பல கரங்களை பிடித்து,

சிலர்க்கு உதவி செய்து அதில் திருப்தி அடைந்து,

எண்ணற்ற ஏளன பார்வைகளை பொறுத்து கொண்டு,

வெட்டிய அனைத்து குழிகளிலும் விழுந்து, எழுந்து,

அதிர்ஷ்டம் என்று ஒரே சொல்லில் என் அனைத்து வெற்றிகளையும் புதைப்பவர்களை மன்னித்து,

ஒவ்வொரு நாளும் ஏதேனும் நல்ல குறிப்பு தோன்றாதா , நல்ல படைப்பு ஏதேனும் படைப்போமே என்று பார்த்து கொண்டிருக்கும் நான் எழுத்தாளர் என்ற பெருமையுடன் மாய்வேன்!

உன் சீண்டல்களும் கேலி பேச்சுகளும் தாங்குகின்ற சக்தியை கொடுத்ததும் என் பேனா தானே?

தூற்றுவதில் சந்தோஷம் அடையும் நீ, ஒரு முறை பாராட்டி பார் – அதன் சந்தோஷம் பன்மடங்கு பெரிது என்று புரியும்!

 

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