Unfinished Night, with Unfinished Love, Tormenting Human Hearts!

-  Poet Kannathasan -

 "In an unfinished night, I wither…
You speak of an unending story…
A soul unites in secret, unseen by kin…
A taste of something new arises…

Though you stand far away—
if only your eyes come alone…
Those eyes that arrive, they bring a gift…
A gift that gives a bliss untold…"  — Poet Kannadasan

In such simple expressions, Kannadasan excelled at revealing the profound emotions of human love, steeped in experience.

The phrase “Unfinished Night” is a striking poetic  image. In Tamil, the word “mūṟṟāt(a)” (unfinished/unripe) carries two senses:

• Something that has not reached its end.

• Something unripe, like an unripe fruit.

The night stretches on endlessly, lying incomplete, like a fruit that has yet to ripen. In this night, his feelings of love have neither resolution nor end. How beautifully Kannadasan, through the phrase “unfinished night”, reveals his tormented heart—his love that remains both unripe and incomplete. His unripe, unresolved feelings of love gnaw at him, just like the endless night.

"Muththa Mazhai" – Sung by Dhee, Music by A.R. Rahman

The song that was supposed to be featured in the film "Tugh Life Life" was sung by singer Dhee. At the movie's "audio launch," it was performed on stage by singer Chinmayi. I listened to this song in both their voices.
Among the two, I was most captivated by singer Dhee. I felt that the emotional expressions resonating and evident in her voice were lacking in Chinmayi's rendition. Dhee’s voice feels more suited to the contemporary era.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LuKdo3Rgnk

Poem: Wake up, super human! By V.N.Giritharan

- Composed and sung by AI SUNO. | Art ny AI -

This is the translation of my Tamil poem written in the eighties, later published in Thayagam (Canada) and in e-magazines Pathivukal and Thinnai. It is also included in my first anthology of poems published by Mangai Pathippagam.

Poem: Wake up, super human!  By V.N.Giritharan

Concrete! Concrete! Concrete!

Walls! Radiating heat and burning with intensity,
The smooth, deceptive white surfaces.

Sidewalks of cement that wear a mocking grin.

Spaces lie entranced, embraced by fearless pillars.

In the filtration of air currents,
Flowing warm rays.
In the playful laughter of frost droplets,
The chill sweeps through,
Amid the sweetness of dreams about meadows,
Underneath the blue canvas,
Lie the sorrowful memories
Of the cold earth mother.