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!
Monday, January 24, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
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 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?
Monday, January 17, 2011
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!
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!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
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
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
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