the kids of the world assemble...

the kids of the world assemble..!

&

the kids of the world assemble

at the edge of the seas,

hilarious in endless thrills

that sands and surf feed them with-

the seas reciprocate in more equal measure

to the charming calls and invite

of this innocent worriless world-

send their army of merry tiny waves

with frothy rolling laughter on their lips

to crash around their legs for infinite games

that grown-ups could never understand!

--s.chandra kalaadhar

i dreamt of yoking a blemishless horse of truth.

i dreamt of yoking a blemishless horse of truth.

&

at the threshold of my budding youth

i dreamt of yoking a blemishless horse of truth

to the chariot of my life on its journey through time

to adorn a life of divine bliss in its purest aspect

but, alas ! the valiant steed of 'truth' failed miserably

even to pull a few meters on its labyrinthine ways

and my chariot got stuck in the slush of suspicion

the music of joy gave way to whines of anger--

ready at hand were 'lies' of prime youth

in battle-trim for throw-away prices raring for risks-

they guided my life all in sprightly sprints--

now at my exit gate i look into my interiors ;

o how nasty and foul-smelling have i become !

--s.chandra kalaadhar

quit my gardens , o crows !

quit my gardens, o crows !

&

o noisy quarrelsome crows !

quit my gardens--

o birds of all feathers!

of different melodies!

of lonely bushes and thickets!

of far-away lands!

come here ! visit me!

grace my gardens and groves!

nay,all yours,your heavens!

no,ours !

sing singly; sing in chorus!

melt in sorrowful strains;

and in joyous tunes!

but o hoarse-throated crows!

vacate my gardens

and retreat to the forest !

---s.chandra kalaadhar

my equation is one gain to two losses

my equation is one gain to two losses !

&

unbelievables do happen

before my stunned gaze!

the bubbles of dreams of yesterdays

yes,they are buds of reality now !

i ask myself million times

' is it true ? am i awake and conscious ?

there can no more be disbelief--

two valiant silences tear away the mighty egos

and coo a melody of affection-

how could it be ?

' excuse me ; i have done you wrong all along'--

'o no..i have nothing in my mind '-

there is no hand shakes

but embrace of hearts in heavy silence!

no postmortems needed;

we are alive to love and affection;

we are no more in mortuary of hatred-

soft peace settles gracefully on my soul.

i salute god for the blessing

but god wears a mischievious smile

your equation is to be ever

one gain equals two losses-

yes ,the shocks of two bang on my heart !

i wither again in pain and grief

and say, 'everything must have a meaning

beyond the confines of my knowledge!'

o god when can my equation be

one loss to one gain?

-----s.chandra kalaadhar

a dishonesty has crept in me.

a dishonesty has crept in me
&
a dishonesty has crept in me.
designs a lie in my mouth
enacts dramas with encounters imaginary,
dreads its vulnerabilities,
writes more scripts to cover up,
and more rehearsals within myself,
restless rollings on a wakeful fear,
the loud hammering of sounds of seconds,
suspicions flood my aching eyes,
and the brain soaks in sweat,
my conscience exiting me punches me hard--
o what a life! a single lie has bled me pale
at last i accept my lie gathering all boldness
now peace floods me with grace
and sleep showers soft blossoms on my soul !

---s.chandra kalaadhar

as i rode the chariot of age

Sundaram Chandrakaladhar

as i rode the chariot of my age

i loved girls , all in flashes , beyond count

but torn away by my speed-
...
i was torched by their memories

but doused by my forgetfulness-

in such a fraction of a second of eyedash

i compacted epics of love in volumes-

i doubt i loved girls even as i roamed as a kid--

they never cease to be a wonder ;

create turbulance by dropping a glance !

o how unbearable is this pain !

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 !