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Who Is God?


I question,

Who is God?

My mind tells ,

There is no such,

My heart cries ,

There is so much.

  

Listen ,my mind says,

God is  truth,

God is  straight ,

God is   fearless,

God is righteous,

God is Nature.

  

  

No, shouts my heart,

God is  concept,

God is  belief,

God is  powerful,

God is everywhere,

God has form.

  

Nay bellows my mind,

God has no form,

God has no rules,

God has no demands,

God has no refrains,

God has no distinction.

  

  

Not at all blares the heart,

God has various forms,

God has  numerous regulations,

God has excessive calls,

God has enormous  restrictions,

God has lot of discriminations.

  

  

Mind talks in a deep voice,

God is man-made.

Heart resounds in a shrill tone.

Man is God made.

Controversies rage high,

Confusions  blow up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mind queries in  a sharp note

How many Gods are there?

Heart replies in a loud calibre,

They are innumerable.

Mind chuckling continues,

What do they preach?

Heart bubbling adds,

They profess faith

  

 

Mind persists  in a diffident play,

How many religions are there.?

Heart answers with rage,

There are so many.

Mind breaks into a laugh.

Heart shakes with anger.

 

 

Whom do you support?

Whom do you endorse?

Is the mind right?

Is the heart correct?

Tell me all of you,

As I know no answer.

 

 

 

 

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Heart Shrivels..


 While celebrating at the sight of grandeur.

 When revelling at the thought of prosperity,

  While rejoicing  at the glorious frenzy,

 When relaxing  on the distinctive  criteria,

While reacting on typical issues, 

The heart withdraws.

  

 While resigning on the mundane claims,

When  accepting the  responsibilities,

While affirming the discrepancies,

When allowing the  curiosities,

While forwarding the authority,

The heart hesitates.

 

 

While working on the  clauses,

When recounting the activities,

While making a remarkable surplus,

When deliberating on a worthy execution,

While  extending  a promising vent out,

The heart recoils.

 

While the mind  overwhelms the desire,

When the  faculty overtakes the  thought,

While the insights dethrone the impulsion,

When the reasons outsmart passions,

While the fact triumphs over fiction,

The heart shrivels.

 

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Whither Warming?


As the sun rises in the east,

The day breaks with a beat,

As the sun reaches the noon,

The day blasts with a swoon,

As the sun sets in the west,

The day subdues with a rest.

  

 As the morn challenges  with a bet,

The noon  perspires with a sweat,

 As the eve  wrenches with  a dust,

The night sleeps with a crust.

  

  

 As the morning starts in  a hurry,

The noon pushes into a dreary,

 As the eve rushes into a fatigue,

The night settles in an intrigue.

 

 

As the morning warmth is cosy,

The noon heat is fiery,

 As  the evening air is sultry,

The night environ is  swanky

 

 As the  day becomes warmer,

The night becomes a  torture,

 As the sway unfolds a tirade,

The sweep controls a fade.

 

 

Whither goes the world?

Towards a driest fold.

Whither goes the warming?

Towards a land swarming.

Whither goes the  inkling?

Towards a bay tickling.

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If Wishes Were Horses.


I want to go the moon,

I want to become a billionaire soon,

I want to climb great heights fast

I want to possess land vast, 

I want to  achieve laurels  quick,

I want to make life tick,

I want to grow tall,

I want to help all,

I want to live in glee,

I want to be busy as a bee,

Thus sings my heart.

 

My mind calls,

“if wishes were horses ,then beggars would ride”.

My heart sinks,

My eyes wink,

My thought  dries,

My spirit dies.

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An Ode To The Knee


A slight slip,

A small misstep,

A little twist,

Damaged my knee.

 

A splitting pain,

A severe ache,

A terrible strain,

Limits my knee.

 

 

A complex  status,

A decrying tedium

A reduced movement,

Hampers my knee.

 

 

A constant effort,

A synchronised device,

A tolerant attitude,

Has to pull my knee.

 

 

Stroking my  knee gently

Caressing my knee fondly

Massaging my knee carefully

I endure the pain tearfully.

 

 

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A Rhyme On Behaviour


What is behaviour?

I query,

It is  an impact.

  

Define behaviour?

I ask,

It is a value

 

 

Decipher behaviour?

I insist.

It is  culture.

 

 Refer behaviour?

I prolong.

It is ethics.

 

Express behaviour?

I emphasise,

It is emotion.

 

Elucidate behaviour?

I prod,

It is attitude.

 

 

Address behaviour?

I prattle,

It is  rapport.

 

 

Announce behaviour?

I dig,

It is authority.

 

 

Sum up behaviour,

I conclude,

It is graceful etiquette

 

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A Day Out


A day out of my house has become an eventful experience for me.

Decking up in a the best attire,I made my way first to a wedding.

The muhurat was almost over.

I met a few of my friends and relatives,and went to the dining hall to have my lunch.

The menu was simple and excellent .I had a swift partake.

Then bade farewell to the host and left to  enquire the birth of a child in another relative’s house.

There was an array of sweets and chocolates and a juice was extended.

I engaged myself in a pleasant talk.Leaving my relative’s house, I peeped into another elderly relative’s house.

The elderly couple were relaxing ,while I entered.

I expressed my concern over their health, as the aged relative had a bout of sudden illness in the form of gastritis.

They wer happy to see me.

They offered me tea and snacks.

Then,as I was about to get into my car, met a friend of my mother in-law.

She ,at 75 was proceeding to one of her friend who was ailing.

She called me into her house.

She ,being a good conversationalist, talked in detail about the events in my native town.

The interesting presentation detained me in her house for nearly an hour and half.

Finally ,came home at dusk, dead tired and exhausted.

Had a shower and after dinner ,got to sleep.

The day was fully loaded.

The refreshing trend of seeing people and attending weddings made me deliberate for a while.

At times I become philosophical.

I ,while recollecting the chain of events, was able to choreograph the life in all its grandeur and serenity.

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Eateries Down My Road


My neighbourhood was a calm ,area some fifteen years back.

I was one of the first to settle in this suburb.

But mow it is a s crowded as a road in the centre o the town, with shops , banks, departmental stores ,apartments.

We were only three in our road  during the eighties.

Now we are three thousands.

As the suburb lost its serenity and solitude, it assumed a look of a mini town.

The first visible change ,I deciphered was the eateries which came up one by one.

A little away from my home, there is  a chef who prepares soup, both vegetable and mutton.

Soups  are starters in a posh hotels.

The wayside  also extends  food in par with high-end restaurants.

A few yards from my house, there came up a mobile eatery .

It specialised in medicinal pancakes (puri).

The puris are made by grinding soaked raw rice along with spinach .The various spinach used are thuthuvalai, mullu murungai, tulasi. The ground batter is made into small circles which are  fried in oil.This puri is good for cough and cold.It clears the congestion .

 AT the next stop , some hundred yards  away, we can find a mobile van with stoves, providing vegetable rice, raithas, chicken sixty .

Down the road ,we can also find petty vendors selling  steaming idlis,  hot parthas, sizzling dosas,all prepared on the spot They are piping hot and  tasty.

So ,a stroll down the road will  appease the hunger,while extending a delicious menu both homely and cost savy.

The experience is one of thrill  .

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Society,Socialism, Socialising.


The society is a group or community that behests attention, that requires cooperation ,that inducts  comprehension, that allots communication.

The society is a collective expression of individual thoughts and gathered exposition of each one’s spirit.

The motivation that drills the mind is that of oneness and  a wholesome  presentation.

 

Socialism,is a beautiful concept that is misunderstood, that is most misrepresented, and that which is most practised in a deliberate digression.

It aims at distribution through individual  production efforts.

 

Communism  the extreme form has found a popular support.

The significant assumption of  communism is  not constrained by economics but keeps under its sway politics also.

Its aim is statelessness and classlessness.

Capitalism  is an economic system  which  professes  private ownership.

Socialism ,thus is a harmonious combination of capitalism and communism.

Socialising is an interaction.It has its limitation .

An excess of it leads to trouble.

Too much socialising results in a clash of egos , of morals, of beliefs and of distinctive styles.

The unique style of an individual gets diffused 

He may turn out to be a go getter.

He may work on social events with understanding.

But his  presentation becomes common.

He is  one among many.

 

 

The society that brings about socialism and causes socialising should have a limited scope in an individuals preference.

A Man should rely on himself, while adjusting in a society.

A Man should follow the ideologies of socialism without hampering his self.

A man should indulge in socialising by keeping him above any remarkable manifestations.

Society above self, strikes the chord.

Mind you ,society should never outbreak self.

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The nation And The Leader.


Imagine a body without a head.

How will it look?

It would look awkward, gruesome, and frightening.

So a nation without a leader, would look awkward ,in the sense , it has no direction.

The exhaustion evolves a nothingness ,which signifies a deliberate drag.

 The terrifying part emanates from  indiscipline.

The man, who assumes importance ,should be careful, considerate and correct.

The three c’s go to establish leadership.

A slight destabilization of status corrodes the framework.

A little harshness sets a combustion ,that wrenches progress.

A small outward creates a deficit that is hard to be replenished.

Yet Leaders of Nations ,do not orient themselves in caution and harmonious perfection.

Thus the Land ,which they rule ,is a place that seeks firm security, but   is unluckily deprived of it.