Month: April 2011

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Quality And Grades


The quality  is of much importance,

In speech it  delivers eloquence,

In product it evokes  radiance,

In architecture it builds  elegance,

In thoughts it emulates quintessence.

 

The strain has a  beautiful execution,

It reflects a lovely  rhythmic presentation.

It is founded on a keen delineation,

It works on a clean foundation.

It blossoms into an enigmatic resolution.

 

Quality is a grade not very much apparent,

It is an inborn and inherent  atonement,

It is a classic  and a rare achievement,

It is a discipline and a fine tenement

It is a virtuous embodiment.





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Life Into Death.


Discerning  through the affidavits of life,

Tracking  the systems of strife,

Delving into the intricacies of attitude,

Wading through the shores of ingratitude,

A portrait  unfolds.

 

Sailing across the sea of humanity ,

Riding over a bridge of incongruity,

Driving  through an undulating  land

Flying over a fathomless  ocean grand,

A picture  opens.

 

 

Lying  on a sandy  beach  with tides flowing high

Dreaming  about a castle  in the sky,

Intoxicated by the pleasures abstract,

The excitement descends intact,

An ecstasy unravels.

 

 

Listening to a  chaste melody,

Losing oneself in its rhapsody,

Smiling with carefree thought,

Swinging along a beautiful slot,

A beauty   endows.

 

 

The eye wanders  with a  predicament

Till it catches a glimpse of  a  rudiment,

The heart roams with an estimate,

Till it romps on a  soul affectionate,

A  grace bestows.

 

 

The mind gathers no wool,

As it gets  attuned to the blissful,

The soul travels with no fringes,

As the body lies without any twinges,

Death  slowly descends..

 

 


 


 

 


 


 


 

 

 


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A Quiet Town Becomes Noisy


A little town in the banks of River Perak (Sungei Perak)

Mostly onto a lethargic slow track,

With a population of  less than hundred thousand,

The town Teluk Intan or the Bay of Diamond,

Rises up  with a sluggish shrug  every morn.


A sleepy town with no hectic sojourn,

With no  urgent motions to adjourn,

The oil palm plantations spread all around,

Fishing  across the rivers with no sound,

Keep the fire burning at home.


The three races live  with a friendly link,

Each one  supporting  each other at a wink,

At the surface it is a combination homogeneous,

Beneath the depth it is mixture heterogeneous,

Yet there dwells an impressive unity.


The archaic  silence   gets out-of-place,

The mid April sees  a  festival of grace,

Chithra pournami brings in cheer and spontaneity

All in a show of devotion and offerings in variety,

Awakening the town to an ecstatic  celebration .


The Lord Dhandayuthapani  in  Teluk Intan   is  up

Nine decades ago the Nattukottai  Chettiars s  set up ,

The temple of worship in their business place

Hosted a week-long festival  in  honor Of Lord’s grace,

Paying obeisance and respect to the Almighty.


The small beginning has led to a great progress,

Which not only rewarded them in business,

Also blessed them with other largess,

Prompting them to hail the lord,

As their all-powerful God.


The mercy of the Lord spread all through,

The beauty of Muruga captivated everyone true,

The Procession of Lord through the streets,

Proves a sumptuous  grand treat

Enthralling  the devotees  to a divine bliss.






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Battle Of Wits


Violence  and rebellion  disturb the world in great velocity,

Bloodshed and killing  diffuse the world  in atrocity,

Greed and treachery dissolve the world in falsity,

Natural disasters devour the world in alacrity ,

The frontiers of the world are hacked by  ferocity.


The  colossal vacuum   encodes  the style sheets of  behaviour,

The fallacy of physical threat  encircles the anterior,

The impudence of barbarian  attestations   blot the exterior,

The arrogance of power and  wealth debar the  inferior,

The muscle and money  clamber to be the superior.


Curiosity and intelligence  dwell in a far away land,

The ascendance  of   terrorism  has diminished the stand,

The  prominence of wisdom has lost its brand,

The eloquence of intellect possess no magic wand,

The  quotes  of the scholars are no longer grand.


Ancient  royal  courts held   presentation of poetry,

Critics  put forth  a researched criticism  literary

Kings honoured the poets  with  encomiums  flattery,

People revelled in  immense  celebration  happily,

Permeating the environ with distinctive creativity.







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A Sustainable Passion.


Passions  keep us active and rolling,

Music lights  many a mind with  intense feeling,

Reading enlightens  most with a  noble calling,

Writing infuses everyone with a scholarly  dealing

Others hold  all with a delicious passing.

 

It may be one or the  other  that keeps us  in mood,

Music softens and smothers us with a cadence good,

Reading inspires and initiates a  literate brood,

Writing enhances and entertains a category shrewd,

Others restore and retain an intricate skill not crude.

 

 

Music is the food of love and  entertainment,

Reading is the fruit of knowledge and  enchantment,

Writing is the seed of wisdom and achievement,

Others are flowers of peace and contentment.

Thou knoweth  all passions  synchronise and sustain



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Spin A Yarn


Bales of cotton are opened up ,

The Blow room is set to gulp,

The cotton is beaten into a lap

Which roll out in a snap.

 

The lap is fed into carding,

Where they undergo a cleaning,

The sliver is sent to the draw frame,

Which recovers the fibre from blame.

 

The simplex machine contributes the hank ,

The spinning frames  commit the quality  rank,

Where the fibre is  spun  without blemish

And wound up as yarn in the premise.

 

Having been literally into spinning for three decades

Now out of it to a laid back upgrades,

To  a metaphorical spinning yarn  into threads,

Empowering  words and thoughts  to a fine  read.

 

Relinquishing physically to a state of rest,

The tiring schedules  that end up in extensive tests,

Expelling the  synergy out of the league,

The exhaustive exertions led to a  mental fatigue

 

 

The unknowing  entry into the world of writing,

Is a deep ,profound  passion of a long-standing,

Keeps  the physique in a fit selection’

Gives  the mind the much-needed relaxation.

 

The self is at constant work formulating idealism

Thoughts born  take the shape of  impressionism,

Words weave them into  a  format of narration,

The presentation commends a   tumultuous ovation.

 

 

The price of telling tales day in day out  is almost nil,

The monetary  portion needed for the work out  is of no fill,

The prize  of spinning words is a  winning laurel,

The accumulation of assets in abstract terms is one of plurals.









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A Desert In A Platter


Every delicacy is laid out  with great care,

Every entry is taken care off with attention rare,

Every possible way is chalked out with minute  tare,

All things are set in exquisite style calling it fair.

 

The stage is well set for the game,

The parties look for a medium to blame,

They locate no such disqualifications  to name,

They settle for a  compromise all the same.

 

Suddenly controversies and conflicts get ahead in a speed,

Rebellions and revolts race swiftly in a lead,

The finality draws to a close intensive bleed,

Succumbing to the  afflictions  of a strangling breed.

 

Bombshell and grenades cause a tumultous loud,

Shrieks and shouts  keep the land  in terrible cloud,

Collapses and fall downs attempt a consideration shroud,

The rejection of peace  and joy is felt  aloud.

 

The dictators raise a hue and a cry,

The revolters agitate for freedom and try,

The West  stealthily creeps in a sly,

Eyeing the oil  wells with a  shy.

 

The desert falls a prey to the  conspiracy ,

Its  wealth is robbed in high frequency,

The self proclaimed leaders  deal with a piracy,

Along with the Western assured tenancy.

 

The emptying of the platter is  swift

The treasure gets almost over in a regular  drift,

Oh! No! the oil wells keep on supplying   like a gift

Unmindful of the  turbulence and a wicked drift.


 



 

 

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The Seashell


Lying along the sea sands ,

In various shapes and brands,

In different colours and bands,

The seashells take a valuable stand.

 

 

They are exo – skeletons of   invertebrates,

Gathered by collectors  who are vertebrates,

Shell clubs or societies review the affiliates,

Exhibit them in a museum  to celebrate.

 

The shanka is a sacred symbol of  Vishnu in Hinduism,

The chank  plays an important role in Buddhism,

Scallop shell is the symbol of Saint  James in Christianism,

Rendering a gracious  significance to spiritualism.

 

Seashells were used as currency  money

They were deployed as tools  shiny,

They served as musical instruments  windy,

The beautiful Mother Of  Pearl belong to this family.

 

 

Shell necklaces were found in Stone Age,

Shells  drilled become beads at this stage,

Rings ,combs ,brooches and badges ,

Are artfully done with a precision gauge.

 

 

Worthiness lies not in expensive treats,

Shells are skeleton of the dead retreats,

Some are costlier than diamond  beats,

Though found in random at the shore seats.