the rain reads its book in dull low monotone

the rain reads its book in dull low monotone...

&

the rain reads its book

in dull low monotone

throughout the day

like a devoted school-boy-

it doesn't look like a storm as predicted

except for rough winds without fury -

the arrogance of a rogue storm

is totally absent-

or does it weep over

a denial of its dear demand by nature ?

who can read the sorrow of a weeping rain ?

is it the murmur of an unwilling task?

the trees also share its grief in sympathy

with strung pearls of tears all over them-

how can i be happy amidst this melancholy

but to weave verses of distress and woe?

-----s.chandra kalaadhar

ஏன் இந்தப் பொய் ?

 

&

 

"எப்போதும் ஒன் நினைவுதாம்மா !"--

 

ஏன் இந்தப் பொய்?

 

அதுவும் இந்த நகர நகரா வாழ்வில் ?

 

காக்கா கரையும் முன்பே

 

காது புண்ணாகும் சாலைக் கரைச்சல்கள் -

 

உருப்படாத வேலைக்கெல்லாம்

 

ஊர் முழுக்க அலைச்சல்கள் -

 

புழுதியில் தலை சிலுப்பி

 

பள்ளத்துள் புரண்டு பொடிந்து

 

சப்தத்துள் நொந்து செத்து

 

சாபங்கள் எரிந்து கொட்டி

 

நாட்களை வீணுக்குள் வீழ்த்திவிட்டு

 

இரவினைக் கவலை கடித்துத் குதறும்

 

இந்த அன்றாட வாழ்க்கையிலே

 

நம் பெயரும் நமக்கே மறக்கும் அவலத்தில்

 

"எப்போதும் உன் நினைவுதாம்மா !"--

 

ஏன் இந்தப் பொய்க் கூற்று, ஓ மானுடா ?

 

 

------சந்திர கலாதர்

வயதாகிப்போனால்

 

&

 

வயதாகிப் போச்சு

 

இதயம் திறக்கத் தயக்கமாகிறது -

 

ரத்த பந்தங்கள் உராய்வு கொள்ளுமோ ?

 

என் எழுத்துக்கள் பாராட்டுப் பெறுகின்றன -

 

ஆனால் பந்தங்கள் மனதில் அவையே

 

எப்படித் தீப்பந்தங்களாக வீழ்கின்றன ?

 

எழுத்துக்கள் ஒருவேளை

 

அவர் விழி நுழைகையில் இடம் மாறி அமர்ந்து

 

எதிரான அர்த்தங்கள் எழுப்புகின்றனவோ?

 

ஸ்படிகமான என் மொழிகளில்

 

பின் எப்படிக் களங்கம் கரைந்து கொள்கிறது ?

 

கட்டுப்பாடுகளில் இறுகிப்போன எனக்கு

 

இவர்கள் நடத்தைகள் அனைத்துமே

 

தறிகெட்டுத் திரிவதாய்

 

வெறி கொண்டு அலைவதாய்

 

எங்கோ மோதிச் சிதறப் போவதாய்--

 

பதட்டமாய் மனம் பின் தொடர்கிறேன்

 

ஆனால் வாய் மூடி மௌனியாய் !

 

ஆம் ,வயோதிகம் வேறென்ன செய்யக்கூடும் ?

 

 

 

-------சந்திர கலாதர்

binding myself with promises

சபதங்களால் என் நரம்புகள் கட்டி ...!



&



சபதங்களால் என் நரம்புகளைக் கட்டிப்போட்டு

சப்தமின்றி தினமும் படுக்கையில் வீழ்கிறேன் -

நாளை முதல் மௌனம் காப்பேன்;

வீணாய் வார்த்தைகளுள் சிக்கி வதைப்படேன்;

அழையாத கருத்துக்களை விழைந்து சொல்லேன்;

என் அருமைகளை இவர்களுக்குப் புரிய வைப்பேன் --

விடிந்தபின் விளைவதோ சொல்லக் கேவலம்

மௌனத்தாலும் மாட்டிக் கொள்கிறேன்

மௌனத்திற்குத்தான் இத்தனை வாய்களோ !

வாய் சிந்தி இருந்தால் கூட ஒரு வலிதான்-

மௌனத்தின் ரணங்களோ இடிகளின் கடிகளாய்--

இன்றும் என்றும் உறுதி மொழிகளால் நரம்பினை இறுக்கி

மஞ்சம் வீழ்ந்து மறுபடி வலிகளில் உளைவேன் !

மாறா இதுவே என் கதை என்பேன் !





--சந்திர கலாதர்

what life is this old age ?

போதும் இந்தப் புழுங்கும் முதுமை

&

வயோதிகம் ஆசைகளை உதிர்க்கிறது -

வாழ்வுக் காற்றில் வலிகளை முனகுகிறது

மொழிகளில் விரக்தி முட்கள் குத்துகின்றன

அனுபவங்கள் மட்டுமே சல்லி வேர்களாய்க் கேட்பாரின்றி -

இன்ப வடிதல்களில் துன்ப வெம்மைகளில்

வற்றிய வண்டல் படுகைகளாய் வயதின் சோர்வு ரேகைகள் -

தாண்டிய கால்கள் தரையை நக்கி நகரும் சப்பிய பாதங்களாய்-

வாழவும் தெரியாமல் தரை இறங்கவும் முடியாத

அந்தர ஆலம் விழுதுகளாய் என்ன வாழ்வு இது ?

பேசவும் முடியாமல் கேட்கவும் தாளாமல்

பார்க்கவும் கூடாமல் அடக்கவும் அடங்காமல் --

போதும் இந்தப் புழுங்கும் முதுமை

தனக்குள் அழுகும் இந்த நிலைமை !



---சந்திர கலாதர்

a joyful flowery drizzle

மழை மலராய் மகிழ்வாய்த் தூவுகிறது

[ஒரு அனுபவம் ]

&

மழை மலராய் மகிழ்வாய்த் தூவுகிறது

குடை கறுமை எதிர்ப்பை விடைக்கிறது-

ஒரு சிறுமி துள்ளலாய்ச் சிலிர்க்கிறாள்;

மழை அவளோடு இணைந்து ஆனந்திக்கிறது-

குடையின் எட்டு முதுகெலும்புகளில் சரிந்து

எட்டு வாய்களில் என்னைத் திட்டித் தீர்க்கிறது

கால் உடுப்புகளைக் கோபத்தில் கடிக்கிறது;

"முட்டாளே ! உனக்கு வயதாகி விட்டது !" என

என் குடையை என் மண்டையாக்கி குத்துகிறது !

ஒட்டிய உடையும் ஓங்கும் குஷியுமாய்ச் சிறுமி

குடையின் தோல்வியில் ஊறிய ஆப்பமாய் நான் !



------சந்திர கலாதர்

I WITHER KNOWING NOT THE ANSWER, MOM !

விடை தெரியாது வதங்குகிறேன் தாயே !

&

அம்மா கட்டிலில் நாட்பட்ட நோயாளியாக

தொண்ணூறைத் தொட்டுவிட்ட நிலையில் -

எதிரில் மௌனப் பிரதிமையாய் நான்-

என்னுள் பாசப் பிரவாகங்கள் எழுந்து

உதட்டுக் கதவங்களில் மோதி உடைகின்றன-

தாயின் விழி அலைகளைச் சந்திக்கும் திராணி அற்றவனாய் -

எண்ணிலா ஆர்வக் கேள்விகள் கொக்கிகளாய்க் கண்களில் -

பல்லாயிரம் பாச வினவுதல்கள் வரிசையிட்டு விழிகளில் -

தாயால் கேட்கவோ என்னால் விடையிடவோ முடியாத தவிப்புகள் -

எதற்குப் பின் நீ வந்தனை தாயின் முன் தூரங்கள் கரைத்து ?

தாயே ! எதற்கும் என்னிடம் சரியான விடையில்லையே என் செய்வேன் ?

உன் மௌனம் முகிழ்க்கின்ற வினாக்கள் அனைத்தும்

என் நலமே சார்ந்தவை என்று அறியாதவனா நான் ?

மகனின் தயக்கங்கள் அறியாத தாயும் அல்லவே நீயும் !

உன் முன் பொய் சொல்லத் திராணியில்லை என்பதால் மௌனம் காக்கிறேன் -

அம்மா ,இம் மௌனக் கரைதலில் கண்களின் கசிவில்

எத்தனையோ சேதிப் பரிமாற்றங்கள் ! பாத வீழ்தல்கள்-

ஆசி இறக்கங்கள் ! அன்புத் தழுவல்கள் !மன்னிப்பு மகிமைகள் !

எந்தத் தகுதியில் நான் உன்னுள் ஜனித்தேன் ?

விடை தெரியாது வதங்குகிறேன் தாயே !



------சந்திர கலாதர்

i exist amidst a thick overgrowth of luxury

i exist amidst a thick overgrowth of luxury



&



i exist amidst a thick overgrowth of luxury

and a dense undergrowth of affluence-

i can touch,feel and gape in wonder

but i have no rights at all to enjoyment-

yes,i am a slave girl born to toil and clean;

showered in abuses and punishment

with restless bones and sleepless eyes-

my dreams too scare me to death-

and in the palatial houses with hundred doors

i have no gates open for me to breathe my free air-

i could feel the stench of prosperity and gold

suffocating me to death and hell-

o how i wish to cry my heart out to a real dear soul-

god, grant me the penniless life of a poor

to kiss the dust of my distant earth

shouting my joy of a carefree pastoral bliss !

-----s.chandra kalaadhar

i have a friend who keeps for morrows

i have a friend who keeps for morrows

&

i have a friend deeply meditative

blessed with thoughtful writing-

his devotion to God so deep

that he talks in undertones

not to disturb Him even--

but one problem ever with him

he scarcely writes keeping it for morrows-

believes he would have verve and resolve

and my pleadings to the contrary shake him not ;

he keeps now his pen at a respectable distance;

he is at peace as his wont but i am at wits' end

writing my wasted efforts on him

and staring at day draining its seconds !



---s.chandra kalaadhar

that gentle touch..o my love

O MY LOVE !

don't you know how long

i yearn for your soft touch-

that gentle touch of your fingers

upon my closed eyelids?

if only could you realize its power

to melt my miseries and grief,

caressing me into the skies

of serenity and rippleless rest !

your touch is the first song

of the dawn dissolving my gloom-

a ray of light to hold on to ascend

onto my hopes and happiness !

delay not,my love,deprive not

the gentle dew of your love.


&

s.chandra kalaadhar

O..THE GIRL WITH THE 'VEENAI' !

O..THE GIRL WITH THE 'VEENAI'!

O my darling !
Take in your hands this beautiful Veenai.
Upon the delicate strings of the divine Veenai
Ride soft your tender fingers !
O.. what a melodious strain it is !
My lids of themselves do slowly close..
My flesh and bones all slowly soften
In the divine waves your Veenai outspreads..
My mind in the sweet melody of music--
No,.no..in the cruel pain of that Supreme Joy-
Suffers much and wriggles like a snake..
Lo..! how short of words I am my feelings to express !
Alas ! I know not of their kind too..
And your Veenai's voice chokes my heart...
My chest is full of pain..
My soul melts in music..
O my beloved !
What song do you play?.
Tell me dear..
To what tune have you set it ?
Nothing strikes my brain..
So shallow is my knowledge of this art..
The limitless drinking of this wine of music
Intoxicates me.
I am sober and very weak..
My mind in sheer madness dances today..
Dancing it chases the delightful strain
While the music skilfully manoeuvres
All the curves and bends on its way !
The ups and downs it ascends and skids.
But so helpless is my mind
To follow close your music's heels--
It tumbles down often in its path.
Dispirited not, it picks up soon
And trudges along with the panting chest..
My darling !
Tie me fast to the hem of music from your Veenai..
Let your melody drag me along
To every world it gleefully visits
To every ridge as it ascends
Into all mystic depths it slips and rolls over
Over every wave it gladly rides
Through the skies as it gracefully glides
In every brook as it swims in glee
And as it leaps in mirth with the silvery falls..
Like the silken flag atop the tall mast
That dances gracefully in perfect rhythm
To the delightful music of the sportive winds
Let my soul dance in the madness of joy !
As a kite that plays with the rushing winds
Let my mind swim in your music divine
Till it swoons and floats high up
Never to visit the woeful world again !
O.. my dear ! Stop not your Veenai's music..
My heart to pieces would go The moment you stop
Let those fingers , very tender and soft --
Dance ever upon these delicate strings.
Let it be endless !
Be it sleepless ! Be it restless !
Be it deathless ! Be it spotless !
Pluck them hard..
Twang them soft.Twang them lazily..
Upon them run hard and fast !
Crawl soft and slow !
Between the extremes of the strings
Perform your jugglery.
Play your acrobatics!
Thousand wonders in a trice you perform.
Toss my mind hither and thither
Over and beneath those singing strings !
Let your tune quicken its pace..
Let it whirl me in its swirls..
My mind should cry unashamedly in that pain.
Let your music roar like a forest tempest.
Let it rend like the streaks of lightning
And roll like the speech and the claps of the thunder..
If not , O life of my lives..!
Let your song flow smooth and slow
Or toddle like the vernal breeze
Or let it flow with silent ripples
And crawl and slide on its path.
O...that music divine
That makes me jubilant one moment..
Depressed in the next,
Happiest one instant.. sorrowful next
Lifting me aloft to dash me down
Embracing me close to kick me hard !
O.. stop not..!
Part not your fingers from strings.
Slash not my wings that delight in the heavens !
O.. my dear, rest not your fingers.
Those fingers that makes the Veenai
So sweetly to speak...so sweetly to speak !
Let my soul soften, melt and dissolve
In the wine of of bliss
To its ultimate union with the UNNAMED..
Till then rest not thy finger ,my darling !

--
S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR

HI..BIRD OF SPRING..WHAT IS YOUR NAME ? [ PART-5 ]

HI..BIRD OF SPRING, WHAT IS YOUR NAME ?
[ PART--5 ]

My repeated queries to one and all
Yield no result and I am exhausted
Every one blink with wide eyes
Even outwitting a seasoned owl !

We know the edges of coins
Even if perfectly blind-folded !
But who here would know
Your pretty worthless name?

Call me 'mad' and make fun of me
And aim on my back derisive looks
My faith in them has gone forever;
And no more would I ask for your name !

Even the name given to you
By these tasteless people casually
Would not suit you perfect
And not match your beauty and spirit !

I will assign a new name with love
If at all the old name again crop up
Let it crumble and vanish for ever
And the new name rule this world !

While my mind is on a hunt for a very sweet name
The fact that you are the essence of the Spring season
Flash across my mind and hereafter I will call you
'VASANTHAROOPAM','The Incarnation of the Spring' season!


------S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR

HI..BIRD OF SPRING ! WHAT IS YOUR NAME? [ PART--4 ]

Hi...Bird Of Spring ! What Is Your Name?
[ Part--4 ]

O..gliding Songster
That drives away
The crowding worries!
Sail your wings towards me!

O..the huge heap of gold
To a famished soul!
Come near me
Floating on the air!

O..the cool shower of rain
To the withering crops!
Alight on me
With throatful of notes!

O..the fresh fast flood
That breaches its bunds!
Descend on my shoulders
In one single flight!

O..Divine Bird!
I have been here
To swim in your music currents!
Visit this longing heart!

O..the Angel of Melodies!
Land on my heart
Revealing your name
In your sweetest voice!

----S.Chandra Kalaadhar

O.BIRD OF SPRING..WHAT IS YOUR NAME ? [PART--3 ]

O..Bird Of Spring! What Is Your Name?[part-3]

Oh..slender-waisted bird!
You pilot the snowy yacht of the melody
On the blue seas of the skies
As if a breeze on its dreamy flight !

What is that opening line
That is stitched to the melody
Which deftly rolls over and over
To sweetly blend and increase the bliss?

In the melody of your music
I scale the heights of ecstasy;
But with no way to its meaning
I suffer in deep anguish! .

-----s.chandra kalaadhar

THESE ARE EVER MY FAVOURITES ! [PRIYA ROOPANGAL ]

These Are Ever My Favourites !


The cool fluffy clouds that rush in
Out of nowhere to fill the skies
Just at the sight of the full milky moon
To passionately plant kisses on its cheeks
Are ever my favourites of nature!

All species of birds with numerous notes of calls
That unfurl their coloured wings
In enchanting styles of their own
And circling in brisk flights minding ever their tasks
Are ever my favourites of nature!

The great mountains towering into the skies,
That are the prides of the earth,
Sloping gracefully in their dreamy blue coats
And in the charm of the meditative silence
Are ever my favourites of nature!

Millions and millions of green trees
Though with thousands of wayward branches
Yet possessing an ineffable heavenly charm
Surpassing even that of a temple tower
Are ever my favourites of nature!

The ever flowing rivers with many a voice,
Many a flow and conversing in many a dialect
That adorn both sides of banks
With ornaments of green smiles
Are ever my favourites of nature!

All kinds of flowers and leaves
With innumerable shapes
And unparalled fragrances
Generously showering beauty
Are ever my favourites of nature!

From the friendly breeze
With its gentle touch as it whispers
To the biting chill winds of north
All families of winds in all of their moods
Are ever my favourites of nature!

All the tunes and beats
And melodies and monotony
Of the showering arrows of rain
From the dark complexioned warrior clouds
Are ever my favourites of nature!

Both father and mother
Who rain love reading our minds
And guide us judging our faculties
And shape us as responsible folks
Are ever my favourites of god!

My children at eight a.m. daily commotion
Waving their loving hands with verve
And cheering 'ta..ta,mom and dad!'
As they fly fast with bag load of books to school
Are ever my favourites of life!

----S.Chandra Kalaadhar

HI.BIRD OF SPRING ,WHAT IS YOUR NAME ? [ PART--2 ]

Hi..Bird of Spring ,What is your name ?
[Part-2 ]

The pleasing painting of the morning
Perching somewhere on a secret bough !
From where do you drizzle your melodies?
Have you brought the heavens
Down to this earth?
Are your body and blood
The mesmerizing music?
Which nation's maestro
Is your blessed teacher?
After folding your artistic wings
Have you now spread
Your golden poetic wings?
Do you float in ecstasy
In the horizon of music?
Have you forgotten
O Bird,your earthly presence?
Yours is now a gentle rain
Of sweet syrupy honey !
It seems you would melt
In your music that sobs and heaves!
I presume you sing
Reminded of something privy !
Is it that you are entangled
In the web of strange thoughts?
Is this flood of melodies
To sweep away my longing heart?
Or is it the condensate
Of your loneliness from your sweetheart?

S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR

HI.BIRD OF SPRING , WHAT IS YOUR NAME ?

HI,bird of spring !what is your name?

HI,wonderful bird!
What is your name?
Like a lonely boat on a silent lake-
As a solitary cloud on a solemn sky-
You glide on the gentle winds
To enthral my eyes and heart !
The colourful displays
On your cheerful wings
Fill every crevice of my heart
With the nectar of full moon!
A moment of bliss
You graced my heart;
But the moment next
Vanished in a trice
Into the inviting dense grove
Like a winged lightning !
Realising my disappointed look
Closely following your flight
With lamenting lips-
Do you warble so delightfully
At this early dawn?
By raining dreams
Into your flute of heart-
And all the expanses of my heart
To suffer in pleasure
Of your music breeze-
Like offering nectar
To an exhausted soul-
As an oasis found
In a deserted land-
Your bows of melodies
To encircle my skies
Do you warble so delightfully?

----s.chandra kalaadhar

O TOWN AND CITY TO DOWN AND PITY !

O TOWN AND CITY TO DOWN AND PITY

O towns and cities!
If anything goes amiss
In your arteries and veins
Town would tumble 'down'
And city would be a'pity'!
Even the winds have no knowledge
Of the lanes and by lanes
Of the labyrinthine towns!
Let me tell you,
It is no wonder;
The day is not far off
When city folks buy air in kilos
From supermarkets,
And in their living burrows
Churn it with their electric fans
All through the day
To collect every disease
Named and unnamed!
If you search their addresses,
Better approach the diseases
That would guide you in a flash
To their miserable homes!
Both their homes and minds,
Lo,have shrunk like small mustard!
The bit of the sky that they could see
Is just to the size of their plates!
If peace is the one they dream for
They would never get it even in death!
Oh, everything is topsy-turvy here!
They inhale carbon-di-oxide
And exhale their own life!

-----S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR

YOUR HOLINESS THE AUTUMN SEASON !

YOUR HOLINESS ,THE AUTUMN SEASON !


Hey,Autumn Season!
Who has banished you to this incognito life?
Or is it a self-imposed exile
From the Festivals of the Earth?
Why so much detachment?
Don't you develop any liking for the life?
Is life's burden so unbearable?
Shedding all your Leaves mercilessly
You stand in discreet silence
Displaying your bones unashamedly !
Every season in a unique style
Decorates itself,don't you know?
Haven't you learnt that art ,why you alone?
Don't you have any desire of your own?
Do you prefer only this saintly life?
For what is this punishing penance?
For how many more days
Would this harsh penance last?
Let me watch!Beware!
When the 'Maid Spring' makes her appearance
Adorning the musical anklets that speak 'galeer galeer'
At her every graceful steps,
To the accompaniment of the songs
Of the forest Birds calling in chorus,
And to the rhythmic beats of the Cascades
And begins her delightful dance in tune with all,
When the cool Breeze casts its web on all
With its swooning spells--
How could your severe penance survive,
O,Your Holiness ,the Autumn Season!

----S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR

Mass Exodus Empties The Villages !

Mass Exodus Empties The Villages !
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Mass exodus empties the villages;
Stench and selfishness pervade the cities;

Cash-crop of buildings are cultivated in wet fields;
Seeds of famine are actively sown in the womb of earth;

Poor peasants in simple attires
Boil in their hot sweats;

Full-trousered flashy crowds
Have bloated in vitamines and fats;

In the mighty breath of vast cities
All four directions are in shambles;

Greenery has evaporated;
Even the cow has degenerated as a buffallo;

Diseases in numerous dresses
March parades in all streets;

To drain away our cash chests
State-of-art treatments have mushroomed;

Falsehood is in full blossom;
Even truth has gone pithlessand soulless;

Slogans and masks in daily life
Have spread like deadly poison;

The hearts of parents with girl children
At sundown hours are worry-flooded;

Staring in strain for the buses from roadsides
Eyes have become desert-dry;

When you screw yourself into buses
You find all bones are thoroughly shuffled;

Respect is totally forgotten;
Mercy has become the first casualty;

With rowdy mobs ruling the streets
Justice and law weep behind bars;

The school-bound tiny tots
Have forgotten outdoor play;

In the hustle-bustle of school-market
Have become the paying-coolies !

Our civilisation is in total mess
Like the rain on a city !

A Son's Appeal To A Doting Mom

Mother! beside me sit-
I am to open my mind to you today-
You delight me with your affection
But spoil me also many times
With excess of your eyeless love!
You worry too much about my hunger
But never seem to care about my health;
You pester me at bed to wake up from sleep
Only to overfeed me with your greed of love.
All my pleas for a minimum of exercise
Miserably fail to knock your ears!
Adamant are your mindless insisting calls
That seem to eat away my flesh and bones--
Mom..don't you know that excess of any,
Including love, is highly detrimental
To the object of love one does cherish!
Mom..see my pathetic physique-
I have grown obese,lazy and dull;
Nothing of this bright beautiful nature
Interests me anymore ;not even girls in their prime !
And I have become a deadwood to be eaten away by sloth;
Even anger shames me refusing a meet!
Is it what you desired of your son,O Mom?
I am now in my wasted youth;
Do not clip my wings anymore,Mom.
I could see my blue broad skies;
Let me take my flight into my jolly heavens
Singing and warbling on my way!
Pray do not dam my spirit of youth
With the high stone walls of affection;
Happily allow me to breach your banks
To feel the ebbs and throbs of earthly life
Through my tumbles and rises at my first hand meets
Like a lion should I stroll
And roar in might against all odds of life!

Launches my Fancies in Playful Winds

Nature erects a stage in me
And dances in gleeful abandon!

From all corners of my heart
Like a soft-breasted cuckoo
Floods me with sweet fluid calls!

She decorates my chest
With garlands of poems
Strung in lovely language.!

Blessing wings
To my colourful fancies
Launches forth
In playful winds!

Holding arms,
Demanding dance
She dips me
In ecstasy pure!

Dresses my words
In satin tunes!

Addressing me fondly
' O my Poet '
She coils me tightly
In hot embraces!

NOTHING ON EARTH TO WRITE IN MY WILL,MY SON

O my Son!
The wide expanses of the Skies
I have earmarked in my will-
'Only Yours'.

The sparkling diamonds
Sprayed thick in the Nightly Heavens
I asserted ' Yours '
With all my heart.

The unbridled herds of Clouds
Grazing the limitless Blue
To whom but you
Would i bequeath?

The glittering lavas of gold and silver
Billowing out of the mines
Of the marvellous Sun-
' Surely Yours '.

Sorry, my Son,
Nothing on earth
Could I encompass
As my own all my life
To leave for you in my will!

A request, my Son-
These my eyes that feasted on
Ever since birth
Every spectacle of Nature-

Would you donate at death
To a poor little kid
Who can regain its impaired vision
To partake in the joys of this World?

the seeds of the day in the fields of the night

The Moon...?
The loving eye of the Night!
The Sun...?
The majestic march of the Space.!
The Clouds..?
The dream clusters of the Skies!
The Winds..?
The friendly hands of the Nature!
The Water..?
The blood of the Greenery!
The Trees.?
The Earth's signature of victory!
The Birds..?
The Mind's chariot of flowers!
The Sky..?
The mighty shrinkers of the Macrocosms!
The Stars..?
The seeds of the Day sown
In the fields of the Night!

ETERNAL DOUBTS AND ETERNAL QUERIES

One wave, far-off, questions
That gliding all the way smoothly
Does fall feebly in my ears;
For which a wave closer to me
On its approach to the shore answers!
Next question now is born ahead of me;
A fainter reply it fetches in its wake.
Eternal doubts and eternal queries,
Perennial patient answers!
Queries are born near the shores
Queries beget replies at the shores.
Yet the distance serene and speechless!
As a cute child to its parent
A volley of questions-silly or wise-
These baby waves to the mature ones
Endlessly shoot and tirelessly listen!
Wiser I grow amidst this august assembly
While I stand in rapt attention;
With every minute that drifts along
One more secret the Nature reveals
Out of its rich awesome depths!

--S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR