Destiny Design

Image Courtesy:Google: Poem submitted for prakriti contest 2016

Her supple feet walked on the fescues

To the fading count of ten, nine, eight...

Eyes blindfolded, arms outstretched...

Her tender fingers octaved in air...

One high.. two low..high again.. seeking..

...Whooping..,shouting..... for those concealed

The lucent sun in mellowed yellow

Spoked its rays in her ears - so tender, so warm...

To mumble her pals'  hidely-out -

Lo! in vain as it dipped - 

deep, deeper, deepest -

in the laps of its lady dusk

"Sharon -Sharon, Annie - Annie, Henry - Henry", 

Echoes of her shrilled voice.... 

Cut past that steep valley - sunless, ..moonlit.. 

Eyes unveiled, toes tripping.- 

-  on the pebbles...

Green, gray, white and brown.... 

Bees, bugs, allies and cricket...

Dense trees...thick shrubs... 

The aroma of herbs...then all ALIVE - .that she -

had read long before -,

in the well groomed pages,

Of her favorite science text... 

"Lost in the woods....", Her lips murmered,

Trembling, panicking..in wary..

her eyes void of daring dreams... 

Peering into the gloomy night... 

A new world - of no hope and all hopes... 

as a woman's first labor.....

Clutched to those thorny vines...

She remained in that woodland...

where she saw no fairies....

that once lived in her sleep....

Her night...- the holy night of realization

As it occurred to her...

Her destiny ..designed, so intricate..in her palms....

like the veins of an almond leaf.... !!

And she walked eternally into the quest of her new life....!!

Being

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I wanted to be with the waves,

That rose and fell in curves of Sine…

In curves of Cosine …

Amplitudes of magnificence

Expended as they grew

Touching the shores

Trailing behind

Gushing again

Grabbing secrets every time

To amass in the moulted shells

I knew of the spring tide and a few of its neap tides

That brought with them

Everything

But for that one occult

That held in it - The innocence

Which I lost

In the hands of time

And yet….

I wanted to be with the waves!

The Mute Samaritan

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The flames in the Sanctum sparkled yellow

Swaying on the laps of earthen lamps...

Burning alive...spreading the mellow... 

Timeless and ageless..... as the infinite

A routine watcher they are

Of incense, milk, sandal and curds...

And the chanting of holy hymns...

Ho...! That bathed and adored the main deity..

Privileged are they...for they brighten,

The Lord's face- the dissipater of divine grace,

To those thronging in despair...

To their abode of supreme faith... 

For every evocative ringing of bells,

They offered themselves in parts..yet remained complete

Lighting the camphors that burned high...

The carrier of blessings, of the Gods and the consorts...

Like the arms of help extended in time....

The flames of the lamp lent their light,

...the fire, the spirit within, as benevolence

For all prayers murmured, deep in the heart's chamber.

  

There...they rose, again from the embers...,

When darkness filled the closed sanctum,

Fighting the winds, not to be smouldered...

For they desired not just to survive....

............................................................

But to meditate, at the feet of the divine...

Till the dawn painted purple...,

Carrying answers, to prayers consumed...

... for every supplicant who returned!

Maayai

Aagasam

ஆகாசம்

அகன்ற வான்வெளியில்

இலக்கற்ற பட்டம் போல்

எண்ணங்கள் அங்கும் இங்கும்

அலைந்து கொண்டிருந்தன…

பார்வையில் படா நூலிழைப்போல

ஏதோவொன்று என்னையும்

எண்ணங்களையும் பிணைத்திருந்தது…

எண்ணங்கள் என்ன செய்யமுடியும்?

அது வண்ணங்களை காண்பித்து

வாசனையை நுகரச் செய்தது

நிழலோடிய நேற்றைய நிகழ்வுகளை

இன்றைய உண்மையை போல உணர்த்தியது

சோகமாகவும், கோபமாகவும்

இல்லாப் பொருட்களை இருப்பது போலவும்

நிகழ் காலத்தை கடந்த காலச்சுவுடுகளின்

கண்ணாடியாகவும் சித்தரித்தது… …

கால்களற்ற கால ஓட்டத்தை

சீரற்றதாக ஆக்கியது..

தனித்திருந்த ஒரு வேளை

விழித்திருந்ததாகவும் ஆகிய போது..

“நூலிழையைப் போல ஏதோவொன்று”

பட்டென்று அறுந்தது…

எண்ணங்களற்ற வெற்றுடம்பில்

நான் துலைத்து, சுயம்பிரகாசம் மட்டுமே நிலைத்திருக்கிறது!!

Yaasagam

Pillayar Pichai

The Alluring Mehndi

A poem that came to me on seeing this picture.

The Wedding chimes, rang in merry,

For she walked down the aisle

Possessed and charmed, in a beloved spree

Cheeks blushed to a plump cherry

The envied wind of the woody path

Stealthily blew her reddened jowls

That spread the color of fire

Like her palm’s Mehndi décor!