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