| In depth The deep blue waters Attempt to touch horizon. Rolling waves in your hairstyle Form the spectacular beauty. Raising up over and again You are tireless and energetic, Rejuvenated and self motivated To kiss the sandy beach. Daringly bold, rough and cold To achieve something notable, Betrayed the noted victims Titanic, Julie, Andrea Doria. On the bed of deepest lockers Lying are wrecks and treasures An achievement sans jubilation. What else you have in store? In depth I may read the mind, If I were you. Copyright ©2007 Selvaraj Chandrasekar | Towards peace Spoken aloud is concept of peace By every nation shattered in distress Terrorism, violence in their prism Dispersed around in colours of red. Essential ingredient is religion Tinted with the milk of ignorance. Blended with richness of faith To blindly obey the supremo. Those courageous illiterate patriots Lay down their lives of brightness Their bravery and valor wasted In the darkness of holy war. They are arrows from wicked bow Aimed by the traitors of peace Oh, god! They know not what they do Forgive their souls to rest in peace. Copyright 2006 © Selvaraj Chandrasekar |
| The Lost Glory To Mother Nature that nurtures our lives The life of serene nature lives Through the years of beauty in wild; Much fresh, young and colorful As long as the humans are away. By a chance of naughty sight Gain access to woods of quietness; Disturb the green valley of wonder Leaving aside the footprints in thick. With species of rare now bare Vicious humans shower wickedness; Mingled with a view of trade Towards a march for anti-green. Very soon, within a decade Would appear a deserted stretch; Once that was a carpet of nature Recovers never again in future. What is left to garland the land Is only a glimpse of dry sand; Much to hear from its tears The reminiscence of lost glory. Copyright 2005 © Selvaraj Chandrasekar | Skylight A scene through the roof hole Cloudless sky spread over infinity With medium reverberating in silence. A display of varying dark spots The choreograph of migrating birds, Where do they come and go? On a journey between the two Destinations -birth and death; Away from the human world They fly high, relaxed and rejoiced Their trajectory is peaceful Enough to forget violence and terror; The gentle strokes of flutter and softy, Leave a stream of happy thoughts. Without stress, burden and sorrow the mind would rest in quietness, if we were them. Let our next birth take avian form. Copyright 2006 © Selvaraj Chandrasekar |
The silent waters I walked along the Cauvery that waters dry and agri lands, I see the soothing scenery A view of golden sand, At the middle of the river Raising and touching the water. Like a tiny patch of desert And shine with broken shells, It appeared as a resort Inviting all the tired up bulls. Ten heads I saw at once, swimming across on a spree. After a swim, roll and dance They looked happy and carefree. The silent waters know not Who is bathing or carried across, Shame and pride they have not But run for a noble cause. Here flows a selfless soul, irrigating peace all the way. For often I try to ink In vacant or pensive mood, What makes a human boast he is rare, kind and good. Copyright 2005 © Selvaraj Chandrasekar | Down memory lane The state of innocence in white Is the bygone childhood era. Lingering fresh in the mind To soothe the ache of old age In the evening years of life. Even at the time of blindness Reminiscence is a boon Kindles the buds of Neuro- joy To rejuvenate a vision of past. Along the tracks of senescence Old age home is the abode, Where they recover after a skid Caused by grownup kids. Sympathy is therapy Experience is wisdom Patience is prayer. They are withering roses sans colour and fragrance. Nostalgia speaks in silent words To induce momentary pleasure Much with strong will and power To travel down memory lane. Copyright 2005 © Selvaraj Chandrasekar |
How far? Life along the path of dismay Is sure a pain to the heart An imbalance to bear the sorrow Strikes the physique and psyche. With all needed boons in hand Unable to achieve the much needed, Is what destiny is. Even a layman lives in peace With a feel of sufficient joy. If so… What am I in search of? Unable to match the society of rich I go into seclusion, pull into shell. Contempt on myself. Oh, friend! Towards achieving the much needed With patience, faith and attempts I stand at the twilight of youth With thoughts and action Glowing still in my eyes. Copyright 2004 © Selvaraj Chandrasekar | The Athma Where the life originates in the infinite space; Where the mysteries are undefined by science; Where a scene plays between time and space; Where energies are packed by atoms of birth; Where the mind is allowed to reason out Where the link is between garbha and karma; Where every cycle ends and begins a relay; Where a cycle is complete or incomplete; Into the endless world of my creator, the athma goes and comes out fresh; As newborn soul with centuries of experience That had lived through poor and rich, Until liberated to saturation. The life or Jeevan exists all through Only to unify with the supreme bliss and Enjoy the oneness of paramathma. Copyright 2005 © Selvaraj Chandrasekar |
கருத்துகள் இல்லை:
கருத்துரையிடுக