Meenas PoemsThe music flowed in the air.
It caught me in a snare.
The melody was something rare.
reminiscing of the great musicians in the fair.
Listening to it keenly
I was able to get into it deeply
The nuances were so lovely
that made my heart melt fondly.
I took a stroll out into the avenue
The music flowed out from a venue
where a flautist was playing for revenue
With a heavy heart dropped a dime bidding him adieu.
The rivers flow with a melody
consisting of soft tunes.
The ocean roars noisy
contributing to the sonorous notes.
The ponds whimper slowly
conducting a mild flutter in modest sequence.
The brooks murmur minutely
condescending to a light twitter in moderate rhymes
The water bodies present an orchestra
intensely organising rhythmic notations.
The muse in nature presents a concert
releasing a rapturous ensemble in lively quotations.
It was in France.
I saw a dance.
It depicted a romance.
It was a delightful stance.
It was a sprightly advance.
It instigated a trance.
The episodes were enhancing.
The movements were scintillating.
The music was capturing.
The presentation was engulfing.
On the whole it was vivaciously charming.
Round and round the danseuse moved in a whirl.
Round and round the music filled in a swirl.
Round and round the expressions gathered in a curl.
Round and round the scenes changed in a furl.
Round and round the drummers beat in a hurl.
It was a recital very engaging.
It was a concert very enlivening.
It was an experience absolutely enthralling.
It released a significant nostalgic feeling.
On the whole it was overwhelmingly amazing.
Music flows like an unruffled waveI placed myself , in a most vantage position, away from my telephone, from my PC and range bound from my domestic staff.
I dug through my collection of CD’s . I took out my favourite Kriti, ‘nannupalimpa ‘rendered by Maharajapuram Santhanam.
Mohanam, is the key raga , the property of the Maharajapuram school.
Raga Mohanam is an alluring . an enchanting,and an enticing beauty
Listening to the particular rendition, I got intoxicated and bewitched.
Thiagaraja ,was in the midst of his daughter’s marriage. The rituals were taking place. The saint was little distracted. as his eyes were looking at the Cauvery river ,which was majestically flowing,, He was eagerly waiting for his disciple Venkataramana Bhaghavathar.He got worried. He could not participate in the ceremonies whole heartedly.His mind became restless.Then, as though it was an apparition, he saw Venkataramana Bhagavathar wading through the deep waters, carrying aloft the idol of Sri Rama.
Tyagaraja,in ecstasy sang the kriti “nanupalimpa. nadachivachitivo”.
He saw, Lord Rama, striding imperiously, negotiating the fluent flow of Cauvery, and entering the wedding pandal.To him ,there was no sign of anything tangible. The bridal pair, the relatives, his prime disciple, all submerged into Sri Rama. He saw the Lordeverywhere, in every face.
He cried Rama, Rama,in deep bhakthi.He felt that SriRama had descended from Heaven , to bless his daughter, in response to his invitation.Tyagaraja ,extolled.,Lord Rama’s coutesy as he had condescended to grace the occassion,a blessing unexpected, unheard and unimaginable
As Tyagaraja felt the Divine Presence.,I experienced the same stimulating sentiment ,while I listened to this beautiful song.. I was enthralled , exhilarated and lost myself in reverie
Oh ! Rama ,transcribe the most exquisite of all emotions, translate the most lovable of all experiences, and transcend the most celestial of all beings.
I see Sri Rama alone.
“Melody ,thy name is M.S.”
The suga anubhava of listening to her music cannot be expressed.
The serenity of her rendition , the sublime rhapsody of her presentation,the celestial essence of her recitals.the rhythmic expression of her songs, transports the audience to a transcendental bliss.
Her raga alapanas intoxicates the listener.
The way of combining the swaras elicits her mastery over the art.
Music is M.S.
M.S promulgated music.
M.S. breathed music.
M.S.enlivened music.
Music brought fame to her.
M.S gave music the quality of bhakti.
Listen to The bail out plan.-symphony.
Listen to Bush’s 700billion$rescue plan.-symphony.
The conductor _Paulson is waving hands frantically.
He knows the plan inside out and back to front.
He is totally involved in the coordination of notes.
Key board-Bernanke is playing .
He adds strength to weak bits of the plan.
Woodwinds- The CEO’s, of Federation taken over mortgage companies operate.
They come out with subdued tunes.
Brass -The Fed treasury officials blow it.
They emanate bold ,fantastic ,noise.
Strings-The top executives of the collapsed banks. are playing on the violin.
They play mayhem ,the music is heart rending.
Percussion-The senators of the Republican party are hitting on it.
They slide betwen the notes.
Music of the “Bail out plan “fills up the air.
The passion and commitment is absolute.
The overtures are exact and most compelling.
The music is faultless.
It is the most famous of all symphonies..
It has found favour not only in U.S, but extends to the world over.
Paulson mixes execution with urgency
His is a hushed modulated performance.
It will slip through the congress .
II will entwine the countries all over.
The vibrancy of the team is highly specific.
The performance will definitely bring in a silent uneasy ovation.
Paulson surpasses the best conductors of orchestra in rhythmn and melody.
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