O My Merry Moon Born In Me!
O my Merry Moon born in me!
Do not leave without telling me
If that naughty moon
That laughs from the heavens
Calls you for a play-
Without you-
Not even a moment-
My life would not stay in me!
Holding the edge of my sari,
Speaking ever in your honeyed voice,
Circumambulate my legs
And with your tender arms
Lock my legs in love, O life of my life!
And my loving kisses in crores,
All for you I rain on your soul-
But never leave my eyes
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Somewhere In Some Desolate Corner..
somewhere in some desolate corner
crouching on the shores of mind
someone may await daily my poems
with an undying passion
and as a curing touch on wearied heart -
for that one i write in endless streams
whose name, sex, face and voice,
nothing i am aware of-
may be a thousand years hence-
to that expectant one i dedicate my poem-
my heart would throb with that soul
my vibrations would merge in perfect harmony
winging past gladly the sweat of centuries.
-s.chandra kalaadhar
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That Gentle Touch..o My Love!
O MY LOVE!
don't you know how long
i yearn for your soft touch-
that gentle touch of your fingers
upon my closed eyelids?
if only could you realize its power
to melt my miseries and grief,
caressing me into the skies
of serenity and rippleless rest!
your touch is the first song
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Nature dresses my thoughts in finest Melodies
Nature erects a stage in me
And dances in gleeful abandon!
From all corners of my heart
Like a soft-breasted cuckoo
Floods me with sweet fluid calls!
She decorates my chest
With garlands of poems
Strung in lovely language.!
Blessing wings
To my colourful fancies
Launches forth
In playful winds!
Holding arms,
Demanding dance
She dips me
In ecstasy pure!
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Creation Has Taught Me A Lesson
creation taught me a lesson.
&
nature photography has taught me a philosophy
of mountainous proportions in a language of silence-
if you deeply desire to merge into nature's grandeur
you must reduce yourself to a dot and featureless even,
and the glory and the inaccessible peace would be yours-
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Mom! I Repent For The Rest Of Life
Mom!
When my wings were strong and valiant
In fanciful flights into the fantasies of life
I miserably failed to gauge the pain
On your frail quills weakened on our dear cause
Nor could even grasp that i was ever
Both your strength and weakness
And I was dishonestly ignorant of
What you aspired for at the fag end of life
A few precious moments of my proximity every week
As a mild breeze to your sweating soul-
With my limbs now growing weak
I feel guilty to my core
AND REPENT FOR THE REST OF LIFE.
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O This Pain Is Unbearable!
one who is ever close to heart
and opens out baring all in total faith
has suddenly closed it tight
and gone lipless with far-away looks-
o how killing it is for both souls!
heart seems to outburst in concern
every nerve straining to send
unbearable ' rush-back-to-me ' messages
all moments souls interchanged
o what a wreckage we have become!
o heavenly angel, descend on us at once
take us in each of your hand
hold us both in the bosom of your heart-
o the pain is unbearable!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
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Worries..Get Lost To My Mind's Corners!
Straining my every nerve
I search every nook and corner
and pick up and bundle up
all my worries in a huge sack.-
loading it onto my back
with extreme effort
and panting breath
reach your temple!
O..what is it?
a sack or a mountain?
who carries it on his back?
who totters in temple corridors?
Yes-
it is you.my God!
is it the worries of all peoples of this world.
which breakes your back?
O my poor God., rich with our worries!
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Stout-waisted Clouds Limp Across Skies.
Stout-waisted clouds
slowly limp across the skies-
Sun wihdraws his last glance over earth;
slowly slips into the mysteries of horizon-
A heavy silence hangs in the air around;
the day in sadness folds close its petals-
I salute in solemn gratitude;
paste yet another day to the past!
Aall of a sudden an emboldened star
peeps in blooming smile right over me-
A train speeds up in the distance;
seems its wheels run over others in crash!
Confused crows caw feebly at midnight
from unseen nests for reasons unknown.
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O God, Where Would Be My Resting Place..?
i could see billions upon billions of stars
scattered thick on the deeps of high heavens
puzzling thoughts and even imagination-
creation's might stuns me speechless;
i stand far far far below as a worthless speck
wondering who the god might be
that created mammoth spheres of flaming lights
condescending to build my fickle frame
with intricate knots and bends and rivers of blood
and keeping a trillion mysteries inside me-
o god, where would be my place of rest after death
amongst the infinite stars in remotest space?
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