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