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