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The Beauty of the Morn.-An Allegory


Tiny dew drops shine like diamonds ,

They oscillate over the fragile green grass,

Shimmering in the glistening sunrise,

A beauty not to miss every morn.

 

Little buds peep out from the nodules,

They are in red, rose and blue,

Dancing in the morning breeze,

A beauty not to  miss  every morn.

 

Small children walk up the road to school,

They chuckle and chatter as they move,

Exchanging friendly gestures and pep talk,

A beauty not to miss every morn.

 

The glory of the day lies not  in calls,

The charm of the hour is not based on tries,

The contentment rests on impressive sights,

That take us to infinite heights.

 

The beauty of the morn is not to be missed,

It has to be repeatedly cherished,

The dew drops, bud and child are personifications,

Of transcendental truth and  exuberant bliss.

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Pink,White and Yellow Diamonds


Lovely colours  aren’t they?

They make us gay ,

All through the day,

I have lot more to say.

 

Pink is  the lovely rose,

Pink are the chubby cheeks,

Pink  are the cotton candies,

Oh!There are pink diamonds too.

 

White diamonds dazzle,

Yellow ones sparkle,

Pink extends a twinkle,

All from the carbon carbuncle.

 

Pink diamond is a gorgeous  treat,

Found in the mines of Argyle,

A gem rare  with a charm upbeat,

Oh!It is  fabulously expensive .

 

Yellow and White diamonds are a costly call,

Eluding the grasp of all,

Pink  ones remains a coveted  tall,

Appropriate to  the monarchy’s haul.

 

Delight of seeing induces a pleasure,

Desire to hold incites a longing,

Indeed it is a valid value,

No matter how small you might be.

 

Possession of those might  make you beam,

Owning those is a precious dream,

Mostly those might pass on to the cream,

Few of those could make your ring finger gleam.

 

Pink diamonds turn you pink,

Prices rule out an angry pink,

Lustre  spells out a blushing pink,

An owning  foretells a futuristic  pink.

 

Well,the story of diamonds is interesting,

Black cinders  after million of years  inputting,

Validate as precious gems scintillating,

Oh! it is a tale of lowly forcing a pop out  struggling.

 

 

  

 


 

 

 


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Up above the Hills


Driving through undulation.

Crossing the vegetation,

Negotiating the rude  turns,

Breaking through the thorny  ferns,

  We went up above the hills

It was sombre sweet,

Birds chirping a gentle tweet,

 Gleefully whisked along the way,

 Benevolently carried away in  sway,

 We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was refreshing smart,

With breeze blowing aloft,

 Aromatic fragrance spreading across,

Caressingly lifting the nostrils to a gross,

 We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was  green,

Full of sheen,

Layers of lush trail,

Lay freely without bail,

 We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was picturesque,

Never was it  grotesque,

Throwing a colourful hue,

Glowing under a lovely blue,

We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was  totally fresh,

There was no rude brush,

Rendering a breathlessness,

Inducing a  togetherness,

We went up above the hills.

 

 

It was  Nature , pristine nature,

It was a  feature, delightful feature,

The grace was infinite,

The exuberance  was never  too finite,

We went up above the hills.

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Awesome Magnificence.


I saw a  lady in pink,

With lot of  pleasant links,

Her hair  tumbled down her back

It was  soft and dark

Her eyebrows  bent  like arcs,

So well   a natural  dark,

Her eyes  floated  fish like,

Sparkling with a jumpy  hike,

Her nose was sharp and pointed,

wherein twitched a diamond untainted,

Her lips  appear  thin and curved,

With a gleaming  smile delicately  engraved,

Her cheeks looked  rose and rounded,

Looking like a dainty blossom well tended,

Her neck was  neat and slender,

Exacting a conch like wonder,

Her skin was milky  white none the less,

Giving out a complexion  flawless

Her gait was full of poise and grace,

Making one adore her in a daze,

Is she real?  Is  she really real? I ask,

I   look with askance  ,

She is  real ,

As she  started  to walk


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A Painting


The ideas  put behind ,

The thoughts  pushed before,

The frame set  in front,

The concept placed  at the back,

The design sketched   above,

The pattern  drawn  below,

The colour  scheme splashed  all over,

The  background  settled all throughout,

Delivered a gorgeous portrait

 

 

 

 

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A Little While Ago.


A golden fish was dangling,

In a silvery pond,

A little while ago.

A lazy black cow was grazing,

On a green pasture,

A little while ago.

 


A venomous snake was hissing,

Across a brown thicket ,

A little  while ago.

 


A stubborn ass was braying,

Over a rusty  fence,

A little while ago.

 

 


A galloping horse was neighing .

Across a grey tunnel,

A little while ago.

 

 


A beautiful   bunch of rose

Was beckoning  with a pinky hue ,

A little while ago.

 

 


A   fragrant   lovely jasmine,

Was dancing in its its milky white,

A little white ago.

 

 


A pretty little girl

Was   smiling with  cheerful bright,

A little while ago.

 

 


A cute tiny little star,

Was twinkling in the dark sky,

A little while ago.

 

 


I saw all the beauty,

I heard all the melody,

Only a little while ago.

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Beautiful Beauty


I see beauty in the lovely dawn,

As the sun makes it entry,

Into the  duration of yawn,

Creating a dazzling gaiety.

 

I espy beauty in the  dainty flower,

As it gleefully dances merrily

In accord to the shower,

Portraying a jubilation gleefully.

 

 

I notice beauty in a song,

As it propels a melody,

In cadence to the long,

Proposing a  celestial rhapsody.

 

 

 

I  find   beauty in a child,

As it chuckles joyfully,

In tune to the  mild,

Propagating a cheer happily.

 

 

I see a beauty  everywhere,

As it is strewn all around,

Even in nook and corner,

Enriching the basic ground.

 

 

 

 

 

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A Lovely Damsel


She has a pretty smile,

Which makes her face glow,

She has  kindly eyes,

Which  gives her  an easy flow

She has a  beautiful expression,

Which makes her mellow,

She has a positive touch,

Which adds to her  show,

She has  a graceful poise,

Which enhances her shadow,

She has a piercing sight,

Which tells about her  know,

She practises no rehearsal,

For she herself is a  lovely damsel

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Beauty Behold!


  

Oh ! what a beauty !

 sighs  the heart,

Ah !  How beautiful!

Sights   the eye.

Ay! par excellence !

Sounds the word.

Ho!deeply sublime!

Sings the music.

Om ! highly celestial!

Chants the hymns

Oh ! Ay! Ho!Om!!Beauty Behold!

Quoths the poet

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Grandeur In Magnificence.


I snatched an opportunity to pop into a beautiful mansion, built in the early twentieth century in a a tiny hamlet Kadiapatti , in Chettinad.The family, who owns the house , are our close associates . The father , who is in his late eighties ,is a good friend of my dad. My Dad passed away recently. His daughters , who are in the U.S are more or less the same age of my sister and myself. We used  to spend days together in Chennai and in Madurai , during our  holidays, but never bothered to see this marvellous edifice. 

I usually criss cross the area once in few months, but could not make it to this fine piece of architecture . This time, I resolved to get into the place.As I ienterd into the portals of this ebullient expression, I was struck by the beauty . The chaste, stylish decor,halted  my  forward move. I could not shift my perception.i was astounded.

In astonishment , I  took the next step. More ornate pieces of art were got caught by my eyes..  The  third and fourth steps brought the sheen and glow of the lounge. The mesmerising enthrallment was experienced once I climbed up the seventh step.The  wood work  is intricate and closely designed. The polish is immaculate. The shine in the doors and wood panels are so wonderful. The frescoes are in good shape and the designs are innovative  The entrance doors are decorative. The top part of the doors depict the various dance poses of Lord Nataraja, the dancing God. The side part of the doors are filled with chiselled  images,small rudrashaksas,and the  small wooden pillars with swans atop are fixed to the door enriching the galore.. The  lounge has got  cute  thinnais or raised platforms , with black and white marble flooring . The platforms are enriched by black granite pillars. The lobby has a  balcony atop  , which  has a fine barricade  with stunning , finely crafted wooden banisters. The barricade is held aloft , by the flying horse , painted in white and soft blue. There is also a row of decorative wooden piece of art , shaped as a plantain flower . The sharp edges of this flowers are made of silver.They glisten as the sunlight falls on them.

The furniture in the lounge are in perfect harmony to the place. The wooden centre tables with excellent workmanship,the chairs with elegant stature, and the long chair with  tasteful inlaid work add charm to the decked place. There is also a long, high panel of mirrors  affixed to a frame of exquisite design , which make us gape in wonder.

The pillars and the mirrors are covered  by cloth , to keep them away from dust and rough handling.The lobby ,alone posed  a magnificent  grandeur.It is a peep into the past. It is a resounding echo of the skills of the artisans. It is an imperious adventure of the  ardent lover of art. It is a pursuit of excellence and magnificence.In  a nutshell ,it is ravishingly beautiful.