I LONG FOR ANSWERS ,DEAR MOON !

I Long For Answers,Dear Moon !

 

 

My dear pretty glamorous Moon ! 

I long for answers for these--

Foremost of all,'are you a man or a maid?

You sway the minds of each sex

To the loving gaze of your eyes

And each fancies you are of opposite sex

And rain passions of love up into the heavens!

Have you an idea of how many ages

You have been wandering alone in the heavens? 
How many tales of love could have budded

Blossomed,breathed fragrance and fruition gained

Under the soft rain of your milky benevolence?

How many stories you have stored in memory

Of wasted,withered love during your night walks?

How many lovers you have burnt in separation

By increasing their love and longing by casting silent looks?

Why,out of all heavenly souls,you alone stir us mortals

And even lesser creations into the vortex of love?

How do you manage the crazy clouds

That close in on you with lustful arms? 

What would you think when poets in intoxication

Spread their arms to you for a passionate embrace?

Why your light is so soft and soothing and sedative

That brings out all our delicate emotions to peak?

What secret message do you whisper to children

that they accept the small globes of food gladly

from the hands of their mothers gazing at you?

Are you a spend thrift losing all your wealth of brilliance

Or are you so tasty that some hungry mouth eats you bit by bit

In a matter of just fifteen days leaving us all in grief

How then do you resurrect yourself back

To your glory as if nothing had happened at all !

O.. wonderful it is when you press your silvery lips

On the crests of dancing waves and meditating trees!

Even the bosoms of mountains lying on their backs

Seem to heave up as you weave your magic upon them!

Yet I feel at times that you are so lonely in the skies

With none to keep company with you at dead of night

When whole world sleeps in cosy beds in wishful dreams!

How would you feel when you spot ill-intentioned minds

On stealthy steps and darker designs amidst shadows of nights  

I still remember those dear days of  my dreaming youth

When I kept company with you on wintry nights on open terrace  

And roll up my bed totally drenched in

Have you any accounts of poems so far woven on you

From times of your birth,would they be trillions on trillions?

Yes ..charming moon, you are ever the darling child

Of all people of all the ages past and the ages yet to bloom!  

The space science may tear your charm to shreds

Yet shall you remain ever and ever the deathless God of Love!

 

S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR

We Are Nudes Of Reality !

 We Are Nudes Of Reality!

[This poem is a monologue from one of the four toiling labourers of the statue of labour,the only wonderful piece of art on stone among the plenty of lifeless statues that dot the famous marina beach of chennai,on a hot day when i stood saluting these

three-quarter naked labourers giving there all to shift a huge rock]

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This is not the eyes' restful closure in sweet dreams--

But these are the tightly pressed eyelids

By the trampling of the hooves of reality 

In their furious dance on our lives!

Dreams..?

How would they be..?

We--

The nudes of realities.!

Look...!

These sliding jewelleries of sweat

Are the salty juices wrung hard by realities !

These our bulging and tightly strung nerve clusters

Weave themselves into the mighty ropes

To just jerk and displace the daily chariot of our lives!

For the weariness of the sun

Climbing up the steep skies

Our huge sighs are the cooling fans!

In the hoarse shouts of 'ho!', huh!','hay!'s

From our intense work fields

All our dream birds vanish timidly!

We displace deftly huge rocks and heavy loads!

Yet know not to shift our days skilfully

Nor know any of the tricks to drag our future to us;

Hence land ourselves in abject poverty!

We too laugh at times!

Yes..in dejection..in distress..jokingly also! 

Yes--

When 'creased dresses' which do not know 'sweat'

Carrying many mighty 'shields' of 'law'

Crowding in front of the 'shadow' of 'office forts'

Firing flaming salvos,'we labourers unite!' 

From the cannons of their red-hot mouths

And try to tear and  bleed the skies into red--

We too laugh derisively at such comic moments!

All the statues that thickly dot the roads-

At their appointed days

Would drown and suffocate

In mountains of garlands!

The false leaderships that cheat the gullible 

Would enact the drama of worship

In hypocritical silence or glorious speeches! .

Those who inject life into the dumb statues

Treat this our statue full of life

Simply as a lifeless rock piece!

See this painful injustice!

Drive away these criminal masks! 

----S.Chandra Kalaadhar

I GIVE BIRTH TO A POEM!

I GIVE BIRTH TO A POEM!

 

 

I am about to give birth to

a Poem !

 

I totter,engulfed by the unbearable,

Yet sweet intoxicating pains 

With razor-sharp edges,

Striking me blind

With brilliant flashes in quick succession !

 

The war-drums of pains thunder-dance on me,

Hissing furiously like venomous cobras,

And striking fast knifing their fangs at my waist!

 

Oh ! that designated moment has just arrived!

The sharp jabs of its steely second-hand

Erupt in me massive pains of roaring waves;

 

I am immersed in the supreme brilliance of birth's brightness!

I struggle and wriggle at the boundaries of my intellect!

 

Everywhere in the skies of my heart

The simultaneous wing beats are heard

Of crowding and milling bird species

That shed tears of crystalline joy!

 

The Mother Nature sits beside me

With blessing looks and merciful hands!

 

Ha! haa!

I plunge deep down the depths of pain;

I give birth to my Poem Sun

At the heights of my fancies' peaks!

 

Hey! millions of winged souls!

Burst forth into rapturous songs

All in one voice to hit the skies in powerful waves!

 

I bathe my baby in soft drizzles of my silky dreams!

I mount the baby like a flower

On the soft wings of a gentle breeze!

 

Birds of every feather and every land!

Warble lullabies to my new-born!

 

Let your songs,as the first voice,

Bless my Poem-Baby

With showers of blossoms of songs! 

 

 

 

S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR

when a medicinal tree was felled for a flimsy reason..

       என் தைலமரமே!

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[ஒரு கிணறு;அருகே ஒரு தைலமரம்;மருந்தான மரம்;

கிணற்றின் ஆழத்துள் ஒரு மூலையில் அதன் வேர்ப்பிசிறு தெரிகிறது.

பலன்- கோடரி கடித்தது கணுக்காலை; தடுக்கிறேன் ;தோல்வியடைகிறேன் ;

பிறந்தது இக்கவிதை ] 

 

இது மோகனங்கள் வாழ்ந்த இடம்;

தேனீக்களும் மைனாக்களும் சிட்டுகளும்

தேன் சுவைத்த கலயம் இது!

 

மேகத்தை மோகித்து காற்றோடு நடமிட்டு 

வானுள் கரம் விரித்த தைலமரமே!

அந்தோ! கோடரி விலங்கொன்று 

உன் பாதத்தில் கோரைப்பல் பதித்த 

கோரத்தை என்னென்பேன் !

 

வண்ணக் கனவு ஒன்றைக் குற்றுயிராய்த்

துண்டமிட்டு மண்ணில் வீழ்த்திய 

மாபாதகம் என்னென்பேன்?

உன் காலடிக் கரையான்களுடன்

நாளும் நான் தொடுத்த தொடர்போரின் 

முடிவும் இதுதானோ?

 

ஆம்! என்மரமே! என்மனமே!

மனிதக் கரையான்களுடன்

நான் தோற்றுப் போனேனே!

 

விறகுக்காய் அலைந்த 

வியாபாரக் கண்ணிரண்டின் 

வஞ்சக வார்த்தைகளால் வீழ்ந்த 

வானுyaர்ந்த வனப்பே!

 

அருகிருந்த கிணற்று நீரை 

ஆசையோடு ஆழ்வேரால் நீ நலம் கேட்க 

அதைக் காட்டி உன் உயிர் பறித்தார்; 

 

இம்மனிதர்களின் உயிர் மூச்சும் 

நின நாற்றம்  வீசுகையில்  [ninna]

உன் மரணச் சிதைவும் 

மருந்தாய் மணமாய் அன்றோ 

நெஞ்சை நிறைக்கின்றது!

 

வானத்துள் கனவாய் அடக்கமாய்த் 

தாய்மை நெறிகளோடு தவமிருந்த மாமருந்தே!

மண்ணுள் வேர்நடுங்க நீ கதறும் மொழி 

இங்கு எவர் காதும் சேராதே!

 

உனது கனவுகள் --

மொக்குகளாய் ,மலர்களாய் ,

பச்சிலைக் கொழுந்துகளாய்,

பிஞ்சுக் கனிகளாய் எல்லாமே 

மண்ணில் மெல்லக் குவியலாய் 

இதோ மாயத் துவங்கினவே!

 

மெல்லமெல்ல மரணத்தின் வாசகங்கள் 

உருண்டுவிட்ட உச்சிக் கொப்புகளில்

படிக்கப் பெறுகையிலே 

பசுமை பழம் நினைவாகி 

உனைச் சாவு அசை போடுதம்மா!

 

உன் அழகிய கொப்புகளில் இதுகாறும் 

சதா சளச்சளத்த பறவை எல்லாம் 

இதோ அணி அணியாய்ஆழ்மௌனம்  அணிந்து 

அருகிருக்கும் மரங்களில் சோகம் காத்தனவே!

சூழ நிற்கும் சிறுமரங்கள் இக்கதி கண்டு 

மரணக் கனவுகளில் மூழ்கினவே!

 

மரணத்தின் அணைப்பில் மயங்கிவிட்ட மரமே!

சற்றே பேசட்டுமா உன்னோடு?

என்னுடன் கண்ணீர் திரட்டவும்கூட 

எவர்க்கும் இங்கு இதயமில்லை!

 

செங்கிஸ்கான் தைம்மூரின் வர்க்கங்களாய்

கோடரிக் கூச்சல்களை இவ்வுலகம் ரசிக்கின்றதே!

இவர்கள் வேரில் நீர் வார்த்தவர்கள் அல்லவே!

உனதன்பில் அனுதினமும் உலவியவர் அல்லவே!

 

கிளைகளுக்கு மகப்பேறு பார்த்தவர்களும் அல்லவே!

இலை மழலைகளை நெஞ்சில் தாங்கியோரும் இல்லையே !

தலைக்கு விலைபேசும் கொடுமை இது நன்றோ?

 

விதைமட்டும் எறிந்தவர்கள் இவர்கள்!

மற்றதை மழையன்றோ  பார்த்துக் கொண்டது!

பலன் என்று எவர்க்கிங்கு உரிமை?

 

நாம் வீடு வளர்க்கும் மனிதப் பாறைகள்தானே!

மரஉன்னதங்கள் இங்கு வென்றிடக் கூடுமோ?

நம்மில் பலர் விதைக்கையிலேயே உடலை 

எடைபோடத் துடிப்பவர்தானே?

 

இறுகிய மண்ணுள்ளும் நேயம்பேசி 

பாதை பலவிரிக்கும் உன் வேதனைகள் 

இடம்மாறி ஓடும்  நடமாடும் மாந்தர்க்கு 

எப்படிப் புரியும்?புரிந்திடவும் இசைவரோ?

 

விலை இலா மாந்தர் நாங்கள் 

விலை வைப்பதாலேயே 

விலை மதிப்பற்றவை 

மரணத்திற்கு  விலையாகின்றன !

 

வீழ்ந்துவிட்ட உயர்மரமே!

உனை அனைத்துக் கதறுகின்றேன் !

தலைபற்றிப் பறித்து விலைபேசிப் போவார் என்றோ 

வேரினுள் உயிரைவைத்து அதையும் ஆழ 

மண்ணினுள் மறைத்து வைத்தனன் இறைவன்?

மாந்தரின் சோம்பல் வகைவகையாய் அறிந்தவன்தான்!

 

பாத வேர்களில் பாய்ந்தோடும் கண்ணீரே!

என் மரத்தை ,இம்மருந்தை மறுபடி 

பன்மடங்காய் வான் உயர்த்திக்காட்டு!

 

சூரியனே!

பலகோடிப்  பொன் கரங்களாலே  

புதுமைப் பசுமைதனைத் தூக்கி நிறுத்திவிடு!

 

------சந்திர கலாதர்            

Million Thanks To Even The Tiniest Shadow! by chandra kalaadhar at All poetry

I will croon million 'thanks' on my journeyFor even the tiniest shadowThat the smallest plant spreads underneath!Gain I will a thousand wings of 'hopes'Out of the joyous smile of a cute little flowerFrom atop the swaying tufts of grass!I will lovingly scatter many a poem on my wayIn honour of even the smallest puddle on waysideThat perfectly mirrors the nature's beauty in its heart!With all my heart will I shower my blessingsWhenever,on my way,see a small bud laughing in gleeJust after the silent unfastening of the knot on its petals!If I have to meet a weeping budDisfigured by the trampling of a heartless mindI will hug it close to my heart in my surging pain!Whenever I meet a dot like starIn funful prattle high up in heavensI will entreat the secrets of the puzzling universe!I will glorify the soul of the fountainhead of joyWhenever I come across the frolicsome eyesOf a tiny lightning signing a message in rainy skies!Yes,I proudly declare that I could nameThe weakest warble of the smallest birdAmidst the grandest symphony of the early dawn!Whenever I ponder over the unseen rootsThat toil and sweat deep inside the soilI will pray in the direction of my parents dear!I will tighten up my wearied strings of nervesOn seeing a tiny ant, full of intent ,hurrying aloneContemplating on the greatness of effort!The Sun of immeasurable size and mightRushing past the mind-boggling distanceVoluntarily shrinks its mammoth frame into a tiny dotBut with the same undimmed blinding brillianceSits in unobtrusive calm within the dots of dewsMeditating at the pointed tips of every blade of grass!Oh at the sight of this graceful actI will light up my lamps of humility in my heart!Million Thanks To Even The Tiniest Shadow! by chandra kalaadhar at All poetry

A Deathless Bridge For Loving Souls To Unite !

I and she,standing close,facing mikes,
Melted our voices into golden fibres of melodies
To the accompaniment of percussions and strings
And poured out our souls in mellifluous tunes into mikes
In varying emotions,moods and intensities
Of love,longing,separation and meeting of passionate hearts,

But ,between me and she,it was just profession,
Uncoloured by any distant dreams of desire or love!

Yet,the joys and sorrows and longings
That rode on our songs, clasped their hands together,
Embraced and twined in passionate hugs
And winged along the skies in surcharged emotions;
And powered the electrons of love in excited hearts
To reach out to the craving atoms of longing hearts!

O how blessed are we,defying time and distance,
To be a deathless bridge for loving souls to unite!

Panguni Has Opened Its Doors To The Hot Bright Sun !

'Panguni',the last chamber of the Indian year
Has opened its doors to the hot bright Sun!
'Maasi',the penultmate month had been cooler
With the Sun merciful even at eight a.m.;
Now even daybreak Sun pinches hard the flesh;
And blackens our skins with its molten silver!
Yet this is the season of 'Spring',the glory of colours!
The body rains oceans even when the day is just a toddler!
Everywhere there is thirst and sighs of tiredness!
Fear lurks every soul about still to come Summer's might!
The Sun is more thirsty chasing hot every drop of water!
The water is on its fast heels and takes refuge into the caves of earth!
Yet this is the glorious season of Spring for us;
On the first Full-Moon day of Panguni-
The 'Festival of Colours', 'the holi' is on celebration mode
In every nook and corner of India,bathing itself in myriad colours
And in sprightly dance and boisterous laughter in total abandon!
A very true representation of Spring's colourful blooms!
It is the evening of the Spring that is glorious more;
The Wind awaits the last ray of the Sun to extinguish
When it runs here and there in happy hops and fitful runs
Spraying fragrance and flowers and coolness everywhere!
And fills the heart with a wordless peace and nameless content!
While the lips of the Earth goes dry and parched with thirst
Strange it is most of the trees clothing in fresh profuse green!
Every tree has four or five shades of healthy green;
And in total glee with chestful of buds and flowers in riotous shades!
Seems to be at its pride's best when winds pat them on their backs!
Yet some trees are in severe penance shedding in showers all their leaves
And train our thoughts along philosophical paths on cohabiting of extremes
When conditions and environment are one and the same!
O Nature!you are ever a mystery and ever a thrill to watchful minds!