Month: January 2016
Long It Seems To Be.
Long it seems to be
the days and nights go with it
the heaves and sighs combine with it
so do the laughter and smile intertwine.
Long it seems to be
the years and age go with it
the wrinkles and grey hair conjoin with it
so do the wisdom and experience interlock.
Long it seems to be
the ideas and ideals go with it
the thoughts and dreams relate with it
so do the focus and execution intermingle.
A Splendour Every Year.
The first day of the month “thai”
how it is called in Tamil with love
comes in mid January
a festival called Pongal
being a thanksgiving to God
being celebrated with splendour
all throughout by the Tamils .
A beautiful concept as seen
wherein the harvest being over
new rice being brought in
an iron or a mud stove
and mud or metallic pots
adorned and sketched
with fastidious colours .
The images of leaves and flowers
drawn with such artistic instincts
while the floor shines with an ethnic print
which holds the rice powder as a base
around the pots are tied the rice stalk
mango leaves and turmeric stalks
add to the charm of the festival.
The family gathers around the stove
the conch is blown a sign to start
the lady of thee house comes forth
dressed up in a sari bright and new
with flowers around her hair
she places the pot on the stove
much to the cheer of the family.
The celebration progresses
as fresh milk is poured in to the pot
then the rice drained water is poured
till the brim of the pot
the firewood flames with a glow
the milk and water starts t boil
with the acceleration of heat.
The milk boils over slowly and steadily
being a sign of prosperity
the whole family stand there with a wait
pleased to see the milk boil with a force
rice is added in small measures
followed by jaggery, ghee and coconut flakes
along with cashew and raisins .
That being the pass over
the family then gathers around again
prays to the almighty with a fervour
a request is put forward earnestly
as to have continuous prosperity
all throughout the year and in future
so much so the festival passes peacefully.
My Happiness Overwhelms
A child’s smile is like a flower in full bloom
its babble resounds a nightingale’s song
its walk resembles a peacock dance
my happiness overwhelms 
when I see a child.
Eloquent one could be
an intimacy holds the swing
spontaneity there could be
an inspiration takes off in wings.
The intensity creates the eloquence
the liveliest shoots up with an impulse
there could be no sequence
would never induct a repulse.
The non stop free flowing account
loaded with anecdotes and incidents
could ensure a grand delivery with no discount
a gripping tale holds all with no resent .
Eloquence is inborn and a gift beautiful
not all are silver tongued and craftsman great
shows up in itself from persons wonderful
an impression of wisdom and knowledge great
Gathering The Wool
Gathering the wool
picking up the strings
tying up the knots
goes to make up a story.
The nose for news
the knack to write them out
the twist to the plot
go to make up a story.
The brewing of thoughts
the linking of idealism
entwining them together
go to make up a story.
The loop holes in a few
the loose ends in between
being checked and edited
go to make up the story.
Could this be a teach to write?
nay not it is from a novice
who is learning hard to publish
with a lot of difficulty in the stride.
Not A Man Of Character.
Not a man of character
nor a man of charisma
he lives in his place
with little money in hold.
Not that he knows much
not that he is learned great
he lives in his place
with few friends around.
He speaks not sense
nor understands anything intense
he lives in his place
for years together all round.
He lives not on his own
not that he has one to claim
he lives in a family home
occupies fully with no concern whatsoever.
He is not one who bothers
not that he understands other’s inconvenience
he continues on his own way
thinks he is one of a great mind unlikely all the more.
Not That I Am
Not that I withdraw
it is the most I do not want
being one of a puzzled draw
I keep myself away from the haunt.
Not that I wish not to see the one
it is the most I do in a shun
being one of a dislike of the one
I keep myself from the turn.
Not that I detest seeing the one in deal
it is the most I wish not set my eyes
being one of a nauseating feel
I keep myself from the ties .
Not that I run away from the one in all
it is the most I call it enough is enough
being one of a horrendous experience in call
I keep myself from the one being a detestable buff.
Not that I cannot eliminate him in full
it is the most I would like to do
being one of a treason in the pull
I keep myself from indulging in doing so.
The Girl Looks Like A Picture.
I see her sitting all alone
she is a bag of bone
sullen and solemn she is
know not from where she is
She sits there for a long time
I could hear the church bells chime
motionless she is like a statue
perplexing she is to view.
She looks like a picture beautiful
her features drawn like and wonderful
there I could see a sadness writ in all
perhaps she had escaped a fall.
By fall, I mean, anything not literally
could be one of a turmoil psychologically
the painting as she resembles unassumingly
would blow up the hearts of men intimately.
Intention To Help
An intention to help
a thought of kindness
could be misconstrued
as an indulgence uncalled
leaving the good heart
disillusioned and disappointed .
Go with an open hand
with an equally open heart
say the wise and experienced
easy to say than be done
sanguine be the face
yet the heart bleeds.
Kindness when misunderstood
makes one wary and cautious
there goes the saying in Tamil
“பாத்திரம் அறிந்து பிச்சைப் போடு”
know the situation and render help
an apt adage for philanthropy 
