a joyful flowery drizzle

மழை மலராய் மகிழ்வாய்த் தூவுகிறது

[ஒரு அனுபவம் ]

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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 !

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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



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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

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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.


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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 !

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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