சாட்சி

அவளைப் பற்றி இவனும்

இவனைப் பற்றி அவளும்

என்னிடத்தில் தனியே பகிர்ந்த போது

எங்கள் மூவரிடத்திலும் இல்லாது

உண்மை வேறோரிடத்தில் உறங்கத் தொடங்கியது!!

Did she hear me?

Dedicated to Bombay Jayashree - Akka

Sa, Re, Ga, Ma, Pa.. 

The chiseled essence of her deeper chambers

Spread, Traveled, Entered and Stayed

In the air, through the ears, Into the spirits, In the soul..

The onlookers transforming to musical diyas

The walls of the hall reverberating her notes - Her

new students they were!!

Eyes closed, absorbed within, gliding on a different realm, 

She ruled the Dias, but never seemed to own - For

she sat, not to sing, but to meditate... 

Small was I, in her enormity

Like a sparrow in the vastness of the sky..

Lo! Behold!

I woke up from the trance,induced by her...

Hearing the thundering applaud...

As she descended the steps of the dias... 

My heart throbbed and yearned

"Did she ever hear me?" - 

This tiny soul offering , 

Its only secret, "The GRATITUDE". 

Spiders

A small poem on the websites (Eg: namestests.com) that offer interesting analysis on our profile like whom do we resemble, who likes us the most, what is our predominant character etc etc. Named it spider, which means a piece of program that automatically browses the web.

"You are the most energetic,
You are limitless,
You always see the green side..
And you always care for others despite the pains you have"
-- Oh! It read on my name , with a single click,
They had neither clues on my family, nor on my ancestors,
No money, No palmistry, No numerology
Fun, was it, as it went ahead,
For my personality resembled "Kate Winslet",
My hair of "Aishwarya Rai",
It did certify to confuse, I was a blonde, to my surprise!
Ha! My love life will be the best with Mittu - My grandpa!
Fun funnier and funniest ,
Hearty laughter, never ending....
But it did make my day bright
Relieving me off , an otherwise gloomy day!

Shades of wisdom

The below poem is published in Natures Poetry for all FB page


Shades of Wisdom

As I walked past the shades of the Neem,
I wondered at those tiny marvels,
With starry petals..
Fallen yet smiling with rays of hope
On the laps of the Earth

May be they will be blown,
.. Be carried to a distant place
Or hand picked as a herb,
Even, crushed by a passer by,
A choice that is not of theirs

They owned nothing
But owed a lot

To the unknown someone
Who watered the trees
Where they once belonged to

To the unknown someone
Who rested in their mothers' shade
Leaving the leaves un-plucked

To the unknown someone
Who discouraged the trees being cut
For they see them survive today...

To the unknown someone
Who was cured, chewing a handful of them
And happy that they healed him

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

And there, they were gone in a minute
Their fragrance still lingering in the air
Reminding me forever
"They were legends"
For they chose how they lived
Despite their fall!

Image Courtesy: Google

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

Img from Google

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

Image from google

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!!

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!

Reflections

I saw myself in the mirror

It reflected me...

I stood in front of a camera

It caught me...

I looked inside my heart

It emptied "Me"...

Thodakkam

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Pattern - A small poem for kids

I kept the flowers of the mountain side
And the fallen feather of the black cuckoo

I called the clouds carrying the rains
And the gentle breeze of the ocean side

I carried the dew of the fresh roses
And the deo of the jasmine petals

I took the blue of the deep sea
And black from the dark night

The flowers and feather sat on the top

The clouds and breeze in the middle

While the dew and deo added frills

The blue and black sat at the bottom

Want to know where they are?

Just read the poem once again....

Earnest Prayer

Shadows

A simple  poem on shadows

They appeared silently
Across the walls,On the floor
Through the window panes
Over the skyscrapers
Zooming in and out
Playing hide and seek
.................................
A wonder in reality
Though not real
Staying for a while
Bears no odor
Bears no mass
And leaves no imprint
...................................
A temporary xerox
On the earth -  They
Tell me the fact
"You cannot be a copy cat,
To stand out in the crowd"

Secrets of Nature

The moon behind the veil of clouds,
Sails through the eternal ocean, 
Trees embellished in variety,
Like a mystic's way of life,
The poetic tunes of the rustling leaves,
Talks to the soothing breeze,
One more night of the earth's journey,
Hides and reveals the nature's beauty,
Taking me to a wonderland - 
A world full of love and care!!


The above photo was shared by my friend Anitha.  Felt like writing this poem on seeing the photo. Thanks and dedicating this poem to her.

Periya Akka

சற்றே பெரிய நெற்றிப் பொட்டிலும்…….,

பூப்போட்ட மஞ்சள் ஸேலையிலும்…..,

பக்கவாட்டுச் சிரிப்பிலும்…..,

தூரத்து நடையிலும்…..,

அம்மாவைப் ப்ரதிபலித்த அக்கா….

அன்னமிட்ட ஓர் தருணத்தில்

“அம்மாவாகவே” மாறிப்போனாள்…

Word wars of Ego

It spells and yells the inner chaos...
Withering the charm of love and warmth,
Moments of tantrums high and low,
Soil & spoil the cherished bonds,

Spoken words of the gone by days, 
And boundless wars of opposed views,
Leave their scars in kith & kin,
Journeying till the graveyard pit

Dispute in rage like the funeral pyre,
Gulps the harmony eternally ever,
The hunt of peace in its ashes...
Rewards agony to the barren hearts

Arms outstretched, knees down,
Call to knock the heavenly doors,
Beckons the alms of celestial grace,
Granting the boon of  forgiveness....

And here happens, the death of deaths,
With the exit of Ego, shackled as "I",
The bereaved identities merging into -
An ageless presence of the "Infinite"

Roaming in the dark

A poem on dreams

Behind the fluttering lids
Emerges a huge show
Of Light and Sound.....
Of cries and smiles.....

Pictures of memories
Of unquenched desires.....
Of burried wishes.........
Painted alive
On an infinite canvass

Timeless though
With the wheels of the
Past, Present & Future
Aligned in harmony

Myriad expressions
Of varied emotions
As a bundled package
Unveils me this bigger truth....

"With every passing dawn and dusk
I wake up in the eternal dreams
Of the cosmic creator
With the hope of "Yet another day",
That keeps me going on and on.."