The New Year Eve

It is New Year Eve, offering a new pack of days
Time to start a fresh struggle to stay and survive
The world remains stoic and stunts you with surprises
It is we who should be equipped to stand in stead

We all have same origin ‘The mother’s womb’
And the same destination too ‘The graveyard’
But in between creeps some deadly disparities
And that looms large as a menacing monster

Patriotism is positive and progressive
When it moulds us into devoted citizens
Once it breeds contempt and rivalry
It is nothing but exocentric extremism

Religion is highly refreshing when it refines
It sets guidelines to choose the correct path
Once it causes baseless riots and bloodshed
It is nothing but frivolous fanaticism

Politics is to shape the mass into perfect civilians
To keep going the democracy in tact
Once it fumes with fights for pomp and power
It is nothing but arrogant antagonism

Education is to uplift children intellectually
To be aware of past and beware of the future
Once it turns into a harvest to bulge the purse
It is nothing but a funny favouritism

It is never late to restart, as change is irrevocable
It is never late to arise, as a beginning is inevitable
It is ever foolish to stop, as pursuance is indispensable
It is ever wise to strive, as passivity is impeachable

Let us give the New Year a hearty welcome
Let all the prayers and hopes turned into real
Let us come together to attain the utmost
Let us live and love together to build that dream world!!

Woman is a Boon

Heated discussions and debates still held relentless
The battle between the sexes ever fresh and endless
She is Easwar’s one half and made of Man’s back bone
Still she fights for equality, though she knows she is unique

She is like a flower, emitting the hues of love and care
Nothing is as enticing as her beauty, so sensuous and soft
Her heart is a honeyed nest of varied intense emotions
But many withers in waste as not well nurtured and nourished

She is like a lamp, brightens your life if let to shine and glow
She is multi-powered, even flames as sun tireless if required
Like a candle melts and merges, if enshrined in your hearts
But never cage her in a pot to flicker, it wipes off her vitality

So similar to mother earth in patience and forbearance
Like a river impeding sorrows and imparting happiness
Serene as breeze, fierce as storm and whirly as wind
Her mind deeper than oceans and vaster than the sky

She cooks for you and hooks you with her passion
She confuses you but induces you with her thoughts
She falls in love and hails you as her prince charming
She mothers you and cheers you by her pampering

Men and Women, better not to think of them apart
If she is a poem he is the lyrics, just need to be tuned
If she is the music he is the maestro playing her well
If she is life he is her breath, together they exist
She is your ‘Sakthi’, be pious she keeps you poised
Beware she is ‘Kaali’ too; the strings are in your hands only!!!

Go for it

Life is not always a tale of sobs and sorrows
Many jubilant moments render it glorious
As the twinkling stars illuminate the dark sky
Or the pouring sky sweep away the hellish heat.

When a child screams for the first time
To announce his arrival on this earth
Mother even in acute pain feels elevated
By the most rapturous moments in her life

A father rarely cries as a man he has to hide
But countless times he cries and smiles
Just his kid’s ups and downs enough to kindle
Words not expressive enough to explain his joy

Past mighty be placid and future seems foggy
But it between comes the days to harvest
Sow the seeds with hope as the field is yours
None can snatch your chance to reap the fruits

If sorrow is not there happiness is meek and bleak
If darkness is not there light also is non existent
If tears are not there how smiles become so soothing
When happiness creep in sorrows naturally drain of

Just keep your faces smiling to brighten thousands
Just speak few soft words, to inspire so many
Just keep your friends near to heart to lessen enemies
Just broaden your approach so that the gap is abridged

A musical spring-M.S

The sun sublimes his rays and the birds subside
Even the humming wind stops, to echo that voice
It is human yet divine, earthly but immortal
Enters through your ears and touches your soul
Day or night, spring or winter, joy or sorrow
It Seasons you with its sonorous sweetness

Our days are auspicious if dawn with her ‘Suparabatham’
Our worries wiped off by her mellifluous melodies
Our spiritual thirst quelled by her devotional Bajans
Our artistic throb answered by her technical perfection
NO wonder!! She was a goddess incarnate, a singing angel

Her face was gracious like a bloomed lotus
Her voice flowing and flawless like nightingale
Her music a perfect blend of devotion and emotions
Her life a saga of spiritual quest and graceful humility
Her mind an embodiment of divinity and compassion
Blessed are we to have Devi Saraswathi herself with us

She sang from her soul, so now she lives in our souls
When others have fans she has enchanted devotees
It was almost six decades of musical enrichment
Global was her reach and fame, as a fabulous musician
But typical Indian woman in her outfits and outlook
Music was in her blood and breath, the very core of her being

Excellent music rendered from heart that was her class
Enabling even the commons to inhale the nectar of heavenly music
That little Kunjamma lives ever peerless and matchless
“She carries veena in her throat’ so aptly and truly defined
Praises in abundance and honours so many to garland
“Kurai Onrum illai” if we were to have such legends among us

Suswaralakshmi Subbulakshmi,” this humble devotee’s pranam