Reality.

 If every thought we held came true,

there would be no God —

for faith breathes only in uncertainty.

If we spent our lives clinging to what’s gone,

peace would never return.

A story that ends rests in God’s hands,

but man keeps rewriting the same lines,

unwilling to close the book.

The heart holds a thousand doors,

and behind each, a thousand thoughts arise.

Who will come, who will stay —

no one knows who belongs,

nor who quietly walks away.

To live alone is to live without sorrow,

but when two paths meet,

peace begins to tremble.

Where does life begin? Where does it end?

No one can say.

This is the road. This is the journey.

Its meaning — known to none,

yet felt by all who walk it.

Peace isn’t found in having everything go our way,

but in accepting what unfolds — softly, silently, as it must.

Ninaippathellaam nadanthuvittaal

Deivam yethumillai…

Nadanthathaiyae ninaiththirunthaal

Amaithi endrumillai… (2)

Mudintha kadhai thodarvathillai

Iraivan veettinilae…

Thodarntha kadhai mudivadhillai

Manithan veettinilae…

Aayiram vaasal idhayam

Athil aayiram ennangal udhayam

Yaaro varuvaar yaaro iruppaar

Varuvathum povathum theriyaathu… (2)

Oruvar mattum kudiyirunthal

Thunbam yethumillai…

Ondrirukka ondru vanthaal

Endrum amaithiyillai…

Engae vaazhkkai thodangum adhu

Engae evvitham mudiyum…

Idhudhaan paathai… idhudhaan payanam

Enbadhu yaarukkum theriyaadhu… (2)

If everything we wish for were to happen,

there would be no need for God.

(If all our desires came true, what role would faith or divinity have?)

If we keep thinking only of what has already happened,

we will never find peace.

(Dwelling on the past robs us of calmness.)

A finished story doesn’t continue

in God’s abode…

(When something ends, the divine accepts it as complete.)

But an unfinished story never ends

in human life…

(We humans keep extending and worrying about what’s incomplete.)

The heart has a thousand doors,

and in each, a thousand thoughts arise.

(Our mind is restless, always full of thoughts.)

Who will come, who will stay —

no one really knows who comes or goes.

(Life’s comings and goings are unpredictable.)

If one lived all alone,

there would be no sorrow.

(Without attachment, there’s no pain.)

But when one thing joins another,

peace disappears forever.

(Where there’s relationship, there’s both joy and disturbance.)

Where does life begin?

How and where will it end?

(We can’t define life’s start or finish.)

This is the path… this is the journey —

but no one truly knows what it means.

(Life is an unknown journey for everyone.)