aagaayak koorai

விருப்பத்தைத்   தெரிவித்தா  பிறந்தேன் ? கூட்டை
             விட்டுயிர்தான்  போம் நாளும்   அறிதல் உண்டா ?
கருப்பையை  விட்டு வெளி   வந்த  நாளாய்க்
             கா டடையும்   நாள்வரையில்   ஏற்றத்  தாழ்வு
திருப்பங்கள்  வந்துபோதல்  இயற்கை  அன்றோ !
            செருக்கடைதல் , துயரடைதல்   இல்லை, இல்லை !
உருப்படியாய்  வாழ்நாளில்  உலகிற் காக
            ஒன்றேனும்  செய்தபின்பே  உயிர்துறப்பேன் !


வேதனைகள்   வாழ்க்கையிலே   வந்த  பின்னர்
           வெம்பிமனம்   புழுங்குவதால்  பயன்தான்   என்ன ?
சோதனைகள்   அடுக்கடுக்காய்  உற்ற  போதும்
           சுமக்கின்ற  வலுவென்றன் தோள்கட்  குண்டு .
சாதனைகள்   புரிந்திடுவோர்  புகழைப்  பாடும்
           சரித்திரத்தில்  நிலையான  இடம்பிடிப்பேன்!
ஈது எனது  கொள்கைஎன   ஆன தாலே
         எதுவரினும்   சந்திப்பேன் , வெற்றி   கொள்வேன் ! 


இப்புவியில் வெற்றிபெற  வேண்டு மென்றே
        என்னுள்ளம்  கருதியபின்  தடைதான்  என்ன ?
ஒப்பில்லா  உள்ளம்தான்  உயர்ந்து  விட்டால்
       உரைக்கின்ற  சொற்களுடன்  செயல்கள்  எல்லாம்
தப்பின்றித்  தவறின்றித்  தளர்வும்  இன்றித்
       தகவுடனே  நொடிப்பொழுதில்  தடை கடக்கும்
அப்பொழுது   நெடுங்கடலும்  குளமாய்  மாறும் !
        ஆகாயம்  என்வீட்டுக்  கூரை  யாகும் !!!
 



 
 

A MORN IS BORN

Heralding the birth of  yet another day
Thro' the window peeps a stealthy ray!
Perched atop a hut, the cock crows!
The cow from its shed loudly bellows!

At the dawn when this world looks vibrant
Mother Nature's beauty is simply exuberant !
Methinks no earthly language can sing her glory.
Words fail when emotions prevail is the usual story

The red sun rising from the green sea down
Looks like a ruby on an emerald crown!
It embellishes the excellence of Nature-
And fills me with joyous rapture!

The eastern canvas is full of hues-
How many reds ,yellows and blues!
Can any painter of the rarest kind
Imagine so many shades even in his mind ?

The invigorating breeze of the morn
Gently soothes the hearts forlorn.
Come on! Cheer up! Here's a New Day!
When the sun shines,let's make hay!

HUMAN ZOO

I am a zoo by myself
But, with a difference -
domestic and animals wild
reside side by side.

The buffalo in me
wallows with glee
in the cesspool of life -
stagnates and rots.

The fox vile
cheats with guile
all the while.

The hounds of desires
bound after
fleeing and fleeting
formal pleasures,
fame, fortune and
filthy lucre

The brutal tiger
kills even the good,
if it is food.
The weak and the tame
are here for its
mere hunting game

The cage of  hatred
does not allow
the peace-loving dove
to spread out its
silken wings in the
serene sunny sky.

Yet,
From the withered shed
the tethered cow
still calls the calf
to come and drink the
milk of endless kindness.

P.S: This poem was awarded top prize in the in-house journal of my organization.

TALES OF OLD TIMES....

In my mind's eye I could visualise the by-gone childhood days. Adversity did not in any way affect our joys and cheerfulness, nor could it blunt our sense of contentment. In fact ,as the Bard had put it,"Sweet were the uses of adversity". We learnt to live within our means with the greatest amount of satisfaction.

Our wants were few and simple and even if one of them was fulfilled we were  greatly thrilled and  elated. As we understood the value of each and everything,we appreciated the difficulty of our parents in making both ends meet. So we never expected them to buy everything under the sun.

We made kites with old newspapers glued with 'sotrupparukkai'  (morsel of cooked-rice) and never thought of buying one from the shop. We used to give names to our kites ( I remember having named one such kite, "Vettri" (victory) which, ironically, was cut several times in the 'deals' that ensued that evening)

'Trade' was a very popular indoor game and we ourselves made it with lots of imagination and skill. The currency notes were made out of cigarette packs and the hard covers of old school copies(notebooks) were used for making the 'towns' and 'cities'. I hope people will not think I am bragging, if I say that our 'Trade' was far superior to the ones that were available in the shops. How I wish I preserved to show it my progeny.

We walked to our school merrily and wihout any complaints. Even now, my heart gets heavy when i recollect my brother's unfulfilled desire to own a second hand cycle all for himself at the time of his school final. I should say that it never had any effect on our happiness those days.

Ofcourse, Democritus was not an ordinary soul to say 'Happiness resides not in possession and not in gold, the felling of happiness dwells in the soul"