The Hub

[pavalamani pragasam]

The Hub

Humour and wit make this a happy nest
Where from cares may you get good rest
Lifting all weighing loads off your chest
And enliven your day with a hearty jest
Look before you leap will guide you best
Think before you post is the timely test
Invite not trouble, ugly, unwanted guest
Be you discreet in your friendship quest
Regret not your time and energy to invest
Where may you get healthy fare to digest
Amid moments of genial fight and protest
Weakens not the merry-go-round’s interest
May you surf for ever on this joyful crest

[RR]

thank you, hope it doesn't go bust :lol:

[malligai]

'The Hub'--a topic i wanted to write about always...
but a very overwhelming subject for me, bcos i just love this hub.. :D

[NM]

Mrs PP...
Love the HUB and your poem!! :thumbsup:

[Roshan]

Good one PP !! :)

[Surya]

That was great! :thumbsup:

[pavalamani pragasam]

Thanx, RR,Malligai, NM, Roshan & Surya :D

[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:de6d3f3c3f]A Soft Pillow

My heart doth now become leaden
With aches and pains gets laden
When hearing news that are sordid
Evil deeds of creatures too horrid

Demons and monsters in stories read
Come alive to wreck lives unhindered
With their fangs and claws so hideous
And wicked to harm in ways insidious

When heavy sadness fills my heart
To some pleasant memories I resort
The happy carefree childhood days
Of fun, frolic and friendly plays

Beaches, flowers, hills and dales
Any scenery that my heart regales
Little favors that life brings
And a lot of my favorite things

Those little acts of my kindness
Deeds of tact and thoughtfulness
That brightened a worried face
And emboldened to run the race

Unflinching always in my duty
Guarding the kin with loyalty
To gather knowledge my thirst
And to share it was I first

Let the ugly face of life recede
Let me only the bright spots heed
Unknown are the ways of Providence
In its kindness have I confidence

A branch is not destined to carry
Fruit bunches that are too heavy
No grudges and ill-will I keep
A soft pillow I have to sleep

–

The Beach

On the beach I sit for hours entranced
Seeing how the world around me danced
A feast of cheerful sights and sounds
The spice of life's variety here abounds

Kids squealing in joyous laughter
The elders only happy to run after
Lovers are transported to paradise
The surroundings lost to their eyes

Friends gathered to forget their care
Breathing in the freshness of salty air
Fun and entertainment for all ages
Even fortune-telling parrots in cages

The kaleidoscopic scenes make me wonder
Making my harrowed mind cease to ponder
Lost in a state of blissful reverie
A magic eraser rubs my memory

I feel not the fine sand in my palm
Dripping through in celestial calm...


Two Faced

Is life a gentle, caressing breeze
Weaving through the leaves of trees?
Or a tumultuous gale with malice
Tossing the boat in rough seas?

Is life a baby's cherubic smile,
Utterly void of craft and guile?
Or a wicked grin born in wile,
Filled with cruel venom and bile.

Is life an uplifting wind blown,
Bent on bestowing the winning crown?
Or a deadly mire pulling down,
With definite design to drown?

Does life bring joys in bundles,
Where only easy jobs one handles?
Or a bitter race of non-stop hurdles;
And a hateful animosity, it kindles?

Is life a sweet bed of roses,
Which never a harm poses?
Or a game one always loses
And every exit to escape closes?

Is life a rare delicacy
Spiced with endless variety?
Or a path of unfathomable mystery
Thorned with merciless treachery?

Life indeed is a Janus-
With a face , fair and wondrous,
And another, freakish and callous.
Oh! Lord! hide the second from us!

–
Waiting Matters

Fast is man's pace-
Rocketing beyond space,
Webbing across cyberspace:
Yet waiting has much relevance !

Mother Nature certainly is patient-
Trees have years inside seeds spent.
Buds wait for the proper moment
To blossom and waft their scent.

Eggs hatch on the precise date,
Feathers appear at the set gait;
Nestlings must but wait
To fly and for the season to mate.

Neither is birth fast or easy-
The womb must but carry
For the counted days the baby
Till the mother's happy delivery.

It is after so many semesters
And studious, exam papers
Any university a degree confers.
Wait again for the job one prefers !

Queues are endless here and abroad-
Be it for the ration card or the green card,
Or for the green signal on the crowded road.
And the last wait is for life's burden to unload.


You and I

A figure has its shadow,
And a sound its echo.

You and I are a similar pair-
But not so well do we fare.

'Cos you're my distorted shadow,
And a perverse, contradictory echo.

I gaze at the rainbow with childlike glee,
You just shrug at the natural phenomenon.

A flowing, silver cascade again
Is for you a mere force of gravitation.

I rejoice when I hear wedding bells,
But you think of fetters and shackles.

Marital bliss as I see
Is for you a doom in disguise.

I find in the babe a bundle of joy,
The same, for you, is a burden of yoke.

I love youth, mirth and laughter;
Brooding alone is what you prefer.

I greet the day that is born;
You weep the day that is gone.

You scowl at the black cloud,
I smile at the silver lining behind.

Firm is my faith in Providence;
Resigned, you are, to Destiny.

North and south poles are, indeed, opposite-
Yet, there's an attraction they cannot resist.

An eggshell houses yolks two- yellow and white,
My soul ,alike ,holds minds two- grim and bright.

An intriguing psycho-paradox, perhaps,
Hard to define, harder to live with.



Money

Money is a tool, not all...

Times there were when muscle power ruled-
The caveman's main tool to wield.
An Atlas, a Hercules and an Ulysses
Proudly did parade their prowess.

Then came an age of moral power;
In supreme honor did Pandavas tower.
Lord Krishna's scriptures paved us the way
And in personal grandeur Lord Rama did sway.

Now reigns an era of money power-
Seen, felt, heard and sensed every hour;
An urge, a goal, a craze, a quest-
The very pulse and throb of human breast.

Money speaks- everywhere- with emphasis:
A magic key to open all doors, it is.
Admissions to schools and colleges are easy
When approached from the rear with sums hefty.

Petitions and applications of loyal citizens
Glide through the red tape with right lubrication.
You wish and it is done
When the packet to the party has gone.

Money manipulates marriages nowadays
Since grooms stalk with price tags-
Girls sweat in lewd office glare
The parents in penury the rest share.

The spirit and thrill of sports is forgotten
Because match-fixers have made the players rotten.
Horse-trading is the stamp of politics everywhere;
Bulls and bears in stocks do not play fair.

None works for honest fare;
Norms and ethics are nobody's care.
Every service demands you to tip,
The world's in corruption's grip.

Money is the pivot on which life now turns-
In the rat race all values it churns.
"Do or die" is the cut-throat competition-
Material comforts are the first consideration.

Money can make many things;
Money cannot buy many things-
A soft pillow, but not a sweet slumber;
A huge palace, but not a warm home.

Chase money with might and force-
Lose many simple joys in the course.
Desist the mad pursuit of riches,
Beware of money's cruel clutches.

Money is a tool, not all;
A path, not a goal;
Put mercy first and money next;
Live and let live, content is best.

–

The Rain

The rain, a harp of million strings,
In different times and in different climes
Plays a tune of different notes-
From a light beat to a full blast:
It's the sweetest lullaby and the worst nightmare.

A drizzle of tiny wet particles,
Almost a gentle mist floating by
Is cool and caressing,
Soft and soothing
Like a child's touch.

Secret word in rumbling sound passes around
To gather together the passing clouds-
A sudden summer shower pours
Drenching the trees and gladdening the hearts
In a quick freshening bath.

The monsoon rain is the hope
Of rivers and reservoirs-
It rains cats and dogs in this season
Keeping people indoors in cozy comfort
When the year's rain harvest goes on ceaselessly.

Cyclones and tempests are the crescendo-
Waves rise to many meters high and torrents
Lash with unexplained wrath and fury
Wreaking havoc, ravaging coasts forever:
No encores, people pray, to this awesome score


The Flowers

Great schemers, the flowers sure are-
Brightly colored for the day,
Brilliant white for the night,
Strongly scented in addition,
Announcing their location with assurance.

Full blossoms laden with nectar
Invite for feast the winged guests:
Buzzing bees and dainty butterflies,
Spotted bugs and shiny beetles,
Big and small, dull and colorful.

They come in hosts and in single file
To gorge in the sweet honey.
Drunk and dazed,
They waltz on the petals
In a tipsy dance of ecstasy.

The restless revelers leave the flowers
With their hairy legs and body
Coated with the yellow dust
That is sprinkled all over
The freshly opened honey cups.

The avid drinkers land again
On another bed of flowers-
A silent transfer of the yellow powder
Follows - a fantastic propagation mission:
Cleverly planned, but seemingly casual.

The pollen finds its destination-
Begun as a floral merrymaking,
Bringing about fertilization,
The fruition of love's labor
Is the joyous secret of Nature's perpetuation.


The Original Computer

Nature is the original computer:
A hardware wonder,
A software magic,
With downloaded clocks and calendars.
Infinite functions and commands
Activated by countless bits and bytes of energy
Each and every chip is loaded
With codes of all instincts and genes
Of each and every living creature-
Be it the amoeba or the whale,
The finch or the vulture,
The ant or the elephant.
Each and every phase is programmed-
Propagation and hibernation,
Ovulation and gestation,
Migration and mutation;
On the dot it occurs
With unerring precision.
That is Nature where
Law and order prevails.
God's in His Heaven
And all's well with the world.


The Particle of Wonder

The Particle of Wonder
The pines of hills, the pearls of oysters,
The peaks of mountains capped with snow,
The piles of vast desert sands,
The pebbles under clear waters,
The plumes of parrots and peacocks,
The plushy coat of feline creatures
Are a source of sensuous pleasure
And food for wondrous thoughts of philosophy.
Behold in the petals of flowers
And wings of butterflies
A painter with a palette of gorgeous colors,
An engineer with ingenious designs.


What is Fashion?

Fashion is a mirror-
It reflects day-to-day trends,
Showing man as a social animal.

Fashion is a feast -
It whets the appetite for attention,
Aided and abetted by flattery.

Fashion is a spice-
It adds variety;
Makes life's fare a delicacy.

Fashion is a molting process-
Old modes give way to new,
Reviving moods and mind-sets.

Fashion is a phenomenon-
It makes apes of men,
Prompting blind imitation.

Fashion is a wave-
It rises and falls;
There's no stopping it.

Fashion is a wind-
It is wayward and fickle,
Has no plan or principle.

Fashion is a wildfire-
It is self-created,
Burns out not put out.

Fashion is a flower-
It's first a blossoming glory,
Very soon a withered memory.

Fashion is a kaleidoscope-
It's ever-changing and enchanting
With its infinite scope.


Harmony

A big bang it was that started it-
What began aeons ago goes on and on :
The firmament of suns, stars and planets,
Filling awe and wonder in curious minds.

The Earth is Mother Nature's darling,
A stage for cellular growth,
A seat for origin of species,
An Eden of breathing life and treasures.

The fins, the wings and the the feet
Make Nature's animated fleet
Populating the seas, the hills and the dales
That dot the globe in riotous variety.

Coal, gold, gems and ores of different kinds,
Graphite, granite and silicon of various types
Are the abundant wealth of Nature
Buried in earth's bowels and crusted on its surface.

Endowed with senses six, man, the crown of species
Rests not with just adapting to Nature.
He learns to tap its resources
And yearns to curb its unbridled forces.

Tune in to Nature's harmony,
Throb alive with its basic rhythm,
Break into the mysteries of coded genes,
Synchronize life with Nature's pace
For greater peace and fuller pleasure
Is the target of human genius.

Wheels of Justice

Seven virtues, there are, to be acquired
For a happy, healthy human life.
Justice, one among them, is being fair and right;
It's also a punitive measure to set right a wrong.

Social and personal peace hang on it,
A hard job, it is, to keep it from tilting.
The tact of kings Solomon and Vikramadithya
Is the wanted but rarely found gift in courts of law.

Petty thefts and waylaying plunders,
Minor assaults and gruesome murders
Meet justice in fines and flogging
Or prison term and hanging.

Yet many a wrongdoer goes scot free;
A rapist very rarely is sued;
Seldom is a wife-beater disapproved;
Child labor laws are never enforced.

Manmade laws abound in loopholes-
Hairsplitting technicalities and callous practices
Make the goddess of justice holding the scales
Bind her eyes blind, perhaps.

Sure, we find it not proper
For the wicked and the mean to prosper
When the honest and the meek do suffer:
Justice seems an eluding enigma as ever.

Times there are when we wonder
If justice exists at all.
Can an eclipse rob the moon or the sun
Of its full glory and sheen?

Justice doth prevail unknown to many.
God, to execute it, has ways uncanny.
Guilt and remorse are slow avengers;
Each culprit doth face a sure reckoning.

The great bard Shakespeare scanned
The whole width and depth of human nature
And dramatically dispensed poetic justice
To a Hamlet, a Macbeth, an Othello and a Lear.

Wise men have left us fables aplenty
That speak of nemesis and retribution.
Know the milkman who added water to his merchandise?
A simple monkey trick deprived him of the undue profit.

If only we watch shrewdly
And with patience of a lifetime
We may feel the wheels of justice
Turning on as sure as life and death.




My Love

Nature, my lady love, she is:
The morning mist her fond kiss on my cheek,
The gentle breeze her soft whisper in my ear,
In flowery attire she feasts my eyes.
The flitting butterflies her flirting charms,
Her eager hands, the sea waves, appear.
Her brooks chatter with fun and laughter,
Her balmy woods caress my soul,
The stars, her eyes, wink with mischief-
An enthralled lover, I lie in bliss in her lap.


Forever

Happy was I to walk in the early morn
Watching a brand new day being born.
The blades of grass crowned with glittering dew
Wore the diamond for but minutes few.

Ambling along the gorgeous lotus pond
Sparkling drops on the leaves made me fond
Of marveling at Nature's sheer wonder-
Gems rolling down when a frog moved under.

Joy and sunshine abound where children gather
Blowing glorious bubbles from soapy lather.
I stopped enthralled in childlike fantasy
But catching the floating magic was not easy.

It's bliss to be with my beloved,
Till the parting moment in me moved
A sweet ache to see a brilliant tear
Collect in her eye, hard anymore to bear.

Yes, I know what I ought to do-
Catch and keep the sparkle too-
Make her my own with a diamond ring
Heaven's choicest blessings on us to bring.




Cyberspace

Cyberspace
Space is the place where
The heavenly bodies revolve;
Cyberspace is the internetworld where
The human beings evolve
Global communicationtechniques.
After the tom tom beat andpigeon missive,
The horseback courier, airmailand wireless
Flash now instant messages
On the monitors of homecomputers.

Oceans of knowledge, tons ofprinted treasure,
Packed in pin head spaces opento view
Without our straining a sinew!
Oh! The silicon wonder of bitsand bytes!
Surf across the net and get
Latest findings and hottestnews,
Tho' authenticity of a lot isnot warranted!

It's an amazing world of fun:
Brainy teasers, hilariouscartoons,
Gambling casinos, chattingcafes,
Bizarre websites, perversepictures
Are online pastimes round theclock.
Masked identities, droppedinhibitions,
Strange lingo, strangeretiquette,
Naughty chattings, naughtiergreetings
Are marks of this virtualworld.

Also, hackers with negativegenius
Are up to endless mischief;
Virus, the thief prowls withstealth
To corrupt wares hard and soft;
The highway teems with cheatsand freaks
Pandering to vices, abettingheinous crimes,
Leading unsuspecting prey todevastation.

It's thrilling to be anotherColumbus
Sailing through unending seas
Of sites, sites and more sites.
Pride surges within at power
To command knowledge andinformation,
To demand service andrecreation-
Too heady a menu hosted
To escape intoxication full andthorough.

And addiction seems inevitable-
Estranged from the real world,
Alienated from livingcreatures,
Living in self-imposedconfinement,
The mouse-potatoes put onweight,
Are prone to illnesses many,the statistics say.

Communal sharing via electronicmedia
In lieu of physical contact-
Does it bode well for man
Basically a social animal?
Will the computer surpass andoverpower
The human brain that begot it?
Posers worth contemplating-
Problems pressing for promptsolutions.



Animal Train

Our Earth is Lord’s wonderful domain
Bound by one long, intricate food chain.
Man is the leading engine with a clever brain,
Animals trail behind as bogeys of Nature’s train.

Engine and bogeys are in no way similar
Man motored by intelligence is singular;
Pattern of living in animals is regular,
For primal instinct are they popular.

From man do animals entirely differ
To walk on four legs they prefer,
Beautiful feast to the eyes they offer
Gifted with convenient aids to live safer.

Tails, mane and whiskers are their specialty
Each equipped with for a specific utility.
Gorgeous coats with dots and stripes of variety
Flaunt the Creator’s imagination and its fertility.

Unwritten law prevails on their roaming territory,
Herds obey leader’s orders that are peremptory.
“Live and let live” is their general policy;
Survival is their motivating force, not any vagary.

Unlike man they mate only in the season;
To kill, purpose not pleasure is their reason.
Tooth and nail, horn and hoof their weapon-
Thankfully no catastrophic, nuclear poison.

Untainted with wanton evil,
Too naïve for disastrous skill,
Unaware of the impending peril,
The unthinking bogeys may derail.

Engine with necessary direction,
Heeding some proper correction,
Hastening towards animal protection
Heads for journey’s happy completion.



















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[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:0be8402321] Ego
Ego is for self another name,
Thirsting forever for fame,
Brooks it not on it a blame,
In desire it is ever aflame,
Thinks not others as same,
To err has it excuses lame,
To sin shows it no shame,
Cares not its pride to tame-
As an ocean’s drop it came,
A little dot in Nature’s frame,
A winner in evolution’s game,
Its own arena the world became.
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[pavalamani pragasam]

Our cosmos

A second home the Hub is for many
For wholesome action and recreation
Abounds in heartaches and headaches
Of personal nature and global stature
Tart responses creative and destructive
Flying across each and every section
The constant buzz alike in a beehive
With honey, sting, nonstop work et al
Nectar garnered from flowers afar
Saved, processed, stored for progeny
The discerning lot trudging quietly
Mindless of mayhem, din and chaos
In an Eden amidst Pandemonium
Peace for mature, cultured minds
Oblivious of bristles and thistles
Cropping up and are weeded fast
Sparks fly in the planetary trail
Stars prevail steadily in their place
While meteors shortly blaze away
A milky galaxy without par ever
Albeit threats of clashes and crashes
Find perfect order in our cosmos

[Arthi]

[tscii:6b5a8bdac5]
The Hub

Humour and wit make this a happy nest
Where from cares may you get good rest
Lifting all weighing loads off your chest
And enliven your day with a hearty jest
Look before you leap will guide you best
Think before you post is the timely test
Invite not trouble, ugly, unwanted guest
Be you discreet in your friendship quest
Regret not your time and energy to invest
Where may you get healthy fare to digest
Amid moments of genial fight and protest
Weakens not the merry-go-round’s interest
May you surf for ever on this joyful crest


PP mam Gr8 :thumbsup: :clap: [/tscii:6b5a8bdac5]

[pavalamani pragasam]

Thanx, Arthi!

[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:a2045e46c6]There is no predicting where an inspiration for a poem, any literary expression, is waiting to come from: a passing scene, a fleeting thought, an old recollection, a rare association of ideas and so on. And importantly, a strong emotion like anger or sorrow can also find an outlet in poetry like my last poem, “Our Cosmos”.[/tscii:a2045e46c6]

[scorpio]

And importantly, a strong emotion like anger or sorrow can also find an outlet in poetry like my last poem, “Our Cosmos”.[/tscii:e3c4402d9a]

I can understand where yr spark for this one came from :-)

Great going, PP ma'm!!!

[pavalamani pragasam]

Thanx,Scorpio!

[Anoushka]

Good one PP :) Should confess that I haven't read any of your poems before!

[pavalamani pragasam]

Thanx, Anoushka!

[pavalamani pragasam]

Flowers

Great schemers, the flowers sure are-
Brightly colored for the day,
Brilliant white for the night,
Strongly scented in addition,
Announcing their location with assurance.

Full blossoms laden with nectar
Invite for feast the winged guests:
Buzzing bees and dainty butterflies,
Spotted bugs and shiny beetles,
Big and small, dull and colorful.

They come in hosts and in single file
To gorge in the sweet honey.
Drunk and dazed,
They waltz on the petals
In a tipsy dance of ecstasy.

The restless revelers leave the flowers
With their hairy legs and body
Coated with the yellow dust
That is sprinkled all over
The freshly opened honey cups.

The avid drinkers land again
On another bed of flowers-
A silent transfer of the yellow powder
Follows - a fantastic propagation mission:
Cleverly planned, but seemingly casual.

The pollen finds its destination-
Begun as a floral merrymaking,
Bringing about fertilization,
The fruition of love's labor
Is the joyous secret of Nature's perpetuation.

[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:2c702fbfb7]Harmony

A big bang it was that started it-
What began aeons ago goes on and on :
The firmament of suns, stars and planets,
Filling awe and wonder in curious minds.

The Earth is Mother Nature's darling,
A stage for cellular growth,
A seat for origin of species,
An Eden of breathing life and treasures.

The fins, the wings and the the feet
Make Nature's animated fleet
Populating the seas, the hills and the dales
That dot the globe in riotous variety.

Coal, gold, gems and ores of different kinds,
Graphite, granite and silicon of various types
Are the abundant wealth of Nature
Buried in earth's bowels and crusted on its surface.

Endowed with senses six, man, the crown of species
Rests not with just adapting to Nature.
He learns to tap its resources
And yearns to curb its unbridled forces.

Tune in to Nature's harmony,
Throb alive with its basic rhythm,
Break into the mysteries of coded genes,
Synchronize life with Nature's pace
For greater peace and fuller pleasure
Is the target of human genius.

–
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[VENKIRAJA]

pp mam unga anubavamum,tamizharivum naan solli theriyavendiyathillai.
en sameebathu padaippugalai ungalai ponroar padithu vimarsikka vendukiren.thaiyai koornthu GOD,FATHER; CRICTIONARY;haikus aagiyavatrai paarvaiyittu ungal karuthukkalai samarpikka panivanbudan vendugairen

[Sanguine Sridhar]

-Moved-

Thanks mam :)

[pavalamani pragasam]

A nice one, Sridhar!
However it sounds out of place this being a thread exclusively for my poems. This is the most suitable place for this nice kavithai:

http://forumhub.mayyam.com/hub/viewtopic.php?t=6125

Pls, mods, move this to the appropriate thread!

[sundararaj]

Good ones...thank u.

[pavalamani pragasam]

:ty: :D

[pavalamani pragasam]

Woman! wisely shall you these follow
Never did Nature mean you to be low
Nor are you to man in any way below
No base desires in your heart allow
Not in vain pomp and folly you wallow
Wade not in waters murky and shallow
Practise speech that sounds not hollow
Woman the world shall hasten to hallow
Be not in charity and benevolence slow
Thereof your inborn dignity shall glow
From you does life's sweet nectar flow
And cool breeze of divine content blow

[sundararaj]

Good one on woman but generally are they not slow?

[crazy]

PP amma :clap: :thumbsup:

[pavalamani pragasam]

Slow? :?: :confused2:
Crazy, :ty:

[chevy]

[tscii:1d44572579]
The Hub

Humour and wit make this a happy nest
Where from cares may you get good rest
Lifting all weighing loads off your chest
And enliven your day with a hearty jest
Look before you leap will guide you best
Think before you post is the timely test
Invite not trouble, ugly, unwanted guest
Be you discreet in your friendship quest
Regret not your time and energy to invest
Where may you get healthy fare to digest
Amid moments of genial fight and protest
Weakens not the merry-go-round’s interest
May you surf for ever on this joyful crest Tht;s really nice.. it's hard to get poems to rhyme all the time .. it's awesome ..[/tscii:1d44572579]

[chevy]

Woman! wisely shall you these follow
Never did Nature mean you to be low
Nor are you to man in any way below
No base desires in your heart allow
Not in vain pomp and folly you wallow
Wade not in waters murky and shallow
Practise speech that sounds not hollow
Woman the world shall hasten to hallow
Be not in charity and benevolence slow
Thereof your inborn dignity shall glow
From you does life's sweet nectar flow
And cool breeze of divine content blow Wow!!!!! .. it's amazin how you manage to rhyme each line !! ..

[chevy]

Good one PP :) Should confess that I haven't read any of your poems before! me too . .as they wer in tamil ..

[pavalamani pragasam]

:ty:

[Designer]

PP Madam : beautiful poems :clap:

[pavalamani pragasam]

:ty:

[madhu]

PP akka..

I love that one .. Flowers !!!!

[pavalamani pragasam]

:ty:

[suvai]

Dear Mrs. PP,
Your poem "My Love" was a beautiful read. Very vivid & colorful in your expression. Felt like I took a walk within your poem....."applause".......................regards....Suvai... :)

[pavalamani pragasam]

:ty:

[VENKIRAJA]

ammaiyaare,ungalathu sinthaiyai ennul pukuthi naanum oru hub poem ezuthineen:en aaruyir nanban thiriyil.mikka nanri.arumaiyaana kavi(tha)thuvam;)

[pavalamani pragasam]

:ty:

[pavalamani pragasam]

Oh! my dears, hear what I think
Freindship isn't Titanic to sink
Yet don't you walk on the brink
It does never like a thief slink
Let it like glasses of cheer clink
The ocean's water we can't drink
I don't want my dress to shrink
Go and get the smiley to blink
Or else the mischievous wink
To your left you'll find the link

[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:117276489d]Musing…

In moments of triumph
Silence is enough
Joy to express
Put out stress
Find rapport
Kind support
Pausing to wonder
Calm lying under
Tumultuous waves
Fashion’s slaves
Bustling fanfare
Found everywhere
Souls profound
Make no sound
Aspiring hearts
Lofty thoughts
Glowing dreams
Flowing streams
Hastening to sea
Fruition to see
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[Badri]

Oh! my dears, hear what I think
Freindship isn't Titanic to sink
Yet don't you walk on the brink
It does never like a thief slink
Let it like glasses of cheer clink
The ocean's water we can't drink
I don't want my dress to shrink
Go and get the smiley to blink
Or else the mischievous wink
To your left you'll find the link

Achacho!!! Mrs PP!! Enna, jolly-a nonsense verse ezhuthikittu irukeenga? :lol:

[pavalamani pragasam]

Why not? :lol:

[V.Annasamy]

Good ones PP

- My thoughts on POET -

Poet stands out
With imaginary thought.
First of all,
Concept though small..
To be understood.
Then 'Get ahead'
That too fully,
LIVE THERE completely.
Flow of words
That actually parades
On the THEME...
An invisible DREAM?
No limit exists.
Quest only persists.
Creativity is essential.
'Building more' material.

Truly, a Poet
Is an ARCHITECT.

-va-

[pavalamani pragasam]

Thanx, VA! Like we all do, try to put your beautiful poems in one single thread, adding one after another.

[pavalamani pragasam]

:ty:

[pavalamani pragasam]

Nature is Knowledge
Physics and Chemistry are
Laws of motion and reaction,
Botany and Zoology are
The character of flora and fauna,
Maths and Astronomy are
Number games and distance calculations,
Multitude of medical branches are
Membering the body bossed by the brain.
Nature is an ocean
Of boundless knowledge.
Bit by bit, man does learn it-
Meek and humble
Like a child picking shells on the beach,
Awed by Nature's intricate complexity
Shrouded in seeming simplicity.

[pavalamani pragasam]

In Modern Terms

Grow and multiply!
A Divine blessing indeed.
Nature is procreation-
The axis on which the earth rotates.
Nature, in modern terms,
Is a factory
Each part in its place
Each action on time-
Masterminded by our Creator.
The Elements, the Seasons,
The Revolutions, the Cycles-
Are in truth the perfect parts of
A machinery of astounding complication
Functioning with stunning precision.
Perennial fuelling, constant recycling,
Phased regeneration and much more
Make our earth the Eden it is.

[pavalamani pragasam]

A Poem on Diamonds
Twinkle, twinkle little diamond,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the reach of me,
Like a star in the sky!

A peep into the hoary past
Of our pleasant planet
Does throw some light on the origin
Of this gem of excellent light.

Hard times sure there were
When Nature peeved and sulked,
Threw tantrums like a spoilt child:
Volcanoes woke up with a start
And went on a spree
Of spewing sulphur;
Rivers of liquid fire
Flowed down the vales
With calamitous ire.

Nature did sometimes bristle
Into holocausts of wild , infernal fires
Razing down the prime forests.

Again, like an angry bear
The Earth shook and shivered -
Alas! The quakes ploughed up
A new face of our sphere.

Grand, old trees thus charred to coal
Were pressed hard toward
The Earth's burning belly.

Trials and tribulations of humans
Make better beings of them, for sure.

The burnt, buried wood alike
Metamorphosed to a gem
Of supreme grit and glean.
The precious product of catastrophes, aha,
Glows with the name "DIAMOND".

Hardly does it hold a clue
Or semblance to its source -
A hard-to-believe transformation!
A hypnotizing scintillation!

Still, it's nothing but carbon -
Truly - purified and crystallized;
Distinguished as diamond 'cos of
Its molecular bonding, that singular arrangement.

And it's the hardest element on earth,
So hard that none other cuts it than itself -
A handy resistant component of tools,
A technological gain from a cosmetic marvel!

Mined and refined, it parades
As valued prizes of various sizes.
Cut with skill, its facets fascinate
With tints of rarest rainbow hues.

It's the pride of peers and dynasties,
Cause of fall and rise of empires -
Trailing a blaze of glory and gory battles.
It adorned the crown, the throne and the scepter
Of rulers down the pages of history -
Coveted, captured and restored
With zeal and velour.

Diamond has a luster that lures -
Lures to doom or fame.
It's oft a fatal attraction -
Like a lamp to the fly;
An irresistible charmer,
Another Piper of Hamlin.

Full of splendor, a thing of wonder,
A power beyond imagination,
Diamond is forever.
It frills the Muse's poetic grace
And fills the smuggler's purse.
Not seldom it's dreaded
By some as a familial curse,
While others there are
With a firm faith
In its zodiacal favor.

Weighed in carats, marked in counts
And graded by color, diamond,
The costliest of the "Navratnas",
Certainly speaks the language of love -
The first and best choice to gift:
Be the adored one a mortal or a deity,
As the lofty Lord of the Seven Hills or
The mighty Queen of Madurai or
The winsome savior Lord of Thiruchendur
Will amply testify.

Diamond, a bitterly sweet extravagance,
A scrupulously-guarded asset,
Pampers the woman's vanity and
Boosts the man's status.

The enthraller is, yet, a great unifying factor -
A charm that sways the continents
Sweeping away barriers of caste, color and creed.

Oh! Diamond! A jewel of absolute beauty!
You brighten the wearer,
You enchant the viewer
As no other gem can hope to do.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Phenomenal Antithesis

Long, warm rays the morning sun beams-
The cool, short way to start another day.
Vast dunes of dry sand undulate-
A small play-court for probing, fertile minds.
Hot lava pours out of volcanic mouths-
Cold truths, they are, about death and destruction.
The dense woods are silent-
But they speak loud deep moods.
The rolling waves are roaring-
Yet a mute evidence of persistence.
Woolly clouds pass across the skies-
Often the still source of inspiration.
The hoary mountains, for ages, stand aloft-
Though forever young and strong to the eyes.
Nature folds me into her teeming life-
Giving me a vision of my lone inner self.

[pavalamani pragasam]

The Right To Be

The fish both big and small,
The birds that are rare or common,
The beasts whether wild or docile,
The people both black and white,
The smallest blade of grass
And the tallest oak,
The shallow pond and the deep ocean,
The dark coal and the glittering gold,
Have a place and a purpose in Nature.

[crazy]

Have a place and a purpose in Nature.

:)

[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:9045f6cb31] Dreams
Heed not half-baked cookies called night dreams!
The mind goes crazy during sleep,it seems-
No sense or reason they ever show:
Empty nothings helping nowhere to go.

Not so the wakeful hour dreams-
They’re bright,power-packed sunbeams
Making the future colourful,
Keeping the trudge meaningful.

Inside cocoons of dreams lie
Lovely works of art waiting to fly.
Walk with the umbrella of dreams unfurled,
Unscorched and undrenched in the world.

Out of acorns of dream seeds
Grow oaks of tremendous deeds.
Out of wombs of dreams are delivered
Monuments that are for ever wondered.

Dreams often have sparked off revolutions
Ushering in the much-needed solutions.
Mental and literal shackles were broken,
Sprightly steps towards liberty were taken.

A cure for pain and misery,
Aims the researching visionary,
Wants to wipe out sorrow
From the world’s golden tomorrow.

Lifting spirits above the mundane
Dreams are an energy gain-
A kite soaring in the sky,
A guiding star to navigate by.

Dreams turn on hope’s spring,
Roses out of thorny bushes bring,
Like a battery in substance
Form the soul’s very sustenance.

Of dreams can we afford to be lavish,
All the goodies in life to wish-
May our dreams teem in thousands,
At least hundreds will land in our hands.
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[pavalamani pragasam]

Forever
Happy was I to walk in the early morn
Watching a brand new day being born.
The blades of grass crowned with glittering dew
Wore the diamond for but minutes few.

Ambling along the gorgeous lotus pond
Sparkling drops on the leaves made me fond
Of marvelling at Nature's sheer wonder-
Gems rolling down when a frog moved under.

Joy and sunshine abound where children gather
Blowing glorious bubbles from soapy lather.
I stopped enthralled in childlike fantasy
But catching the floating magic was not easy.

It's bliss to be with my beloved,
Till the parting moment in me moved
A sweet ache to see a brilliant tear
Collect in her eye,hard anymore to bear.

Yes,I know what I ought to do-
Catch and keep the sparkle too-
Make her my own with a diamond ring
Heaven's choicest blessings on us to bring.

[pavalamani pragasam]

In Modern Terms
Grow and multiply!
A Divine blessing indeed.
Nature is procreation-
The axis on which the earth rotates.
Nature,in modern terms,
Is a factory
Each part in its place
Each action on time-
Masterminded by our Creator.
The Elements,the Seasons,
The Revolutions,theCycles-
Are in truth the perfect parts of
A machinery of astounding complication
Functioning with stunning precision.
Perennnial fuelling,constant recycling,
Phased regeneration and much more
Make our earth the Eden it is.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Less is Less
A faceless figure is graceless,
A limbless body is luckless,
A motionless life is meaningless,
A penniless existence is passionless,
A baseless structure is useless,
A dreamless state is cheerless,
A merciless fate is mindless.

A purposeless journey is worthless,
A scentless flower is glamourless,
A loveless creature is soulless,
A thoughtless act is senseless,
A careless word is tactless,
An artless expression is tasteless,
A mindless mob is restless.

A thornless path is hateless,
A guileless mind is harmless,
A weightless conscience is priceless,
A guiltless being is dauntless,
A fearless spirit is peerless,
A flawless character is matchless,
A selfless mission is endless

[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:c10d05d740] Life
Blooms there a bright flower-
But alas, after a short hour
Begins to droop and whither;
A turtle might for years prosper.

Whimsical as a wind passing by,
Life’s truths in deep mystery lie,
No one knows why newborns die
Or old bones for euthanasia cry.

No life on earth is without reason-
How long is not the criterion,
How well be the spirit to go on;
Be a meteor in history’s horizon.

Uncertainty is life’s certain quality,
Some want to eat, drink and be merry,
Some like birds chirp without a worry,
Some like bees build order for posterity.

Realise life’s not a yoke to bear;
Take time to stand and stare;
Drink in the goodness everywhere;
Fill your heart with joie de vivre.

Poise and benevolence in viewing
Make life a curse or blessing-
Nature holds joy for the asking:
Let love and innocence fill our being.



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[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:73a6774836] My dreams
Dreams of a similar kind
Haunt me almost every night.
A pattern in them do I find,
Let me bring it to the light.

Putting all my fervour into pen,
Sitting in a silent exam hall,
My hand becomes heavy and leaden;
Hard as I try I cannot write at all.

I chance to see a horror,
On first impulse I want to shout
And cry with might for succour.
Alas, no sound from me comes out!

Close danger by me is sighted,
“Run, run”, shouts my brain.
But my feet stand rooted,
All efforts to move are in vain.

My body, no doubt, is agile
During the day when awake.
But in dreams the limbs are immobile
And quite a strange stand they take.

Sense and order stand behind
Senses and actions during the day
When in control of the conscious mind-
Productive and progressive is their way.

Unreal and unbelievable are the deeds,
Utter chaos and confusion prevail
In the dreams night’s sleep breeds-
As good help or useful guide they fail.

Be they vividly remembered
Or only vaguely recalled,
Dreams are best ignored
And from memory uninstalled.
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[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:d1ed221e94] Worth of dreams
The mind wakes in the morn
Greeting the day that is born
With countless thoughts surging,
Like waves on the shore raging.

It’s a scene of buzzing activity,
A site of wonderful creativity,
Churning out apt answers
That find right action transfers.

All the bustle comes to a close
When the body lies down to repose.
The mind calls it a day
And shuts all thoughts away.

An odd thing then happens,
A secret screen soon opens-
A midsummer night’s dream comes to view:
Acts and scenes are bizarre and quiet new.

When the conscious mind goes to sleep
Its freakish twin lying down deep
Pops up with impish vigour,
Begins virtual thoughts to trigger.

Both sweet dreams and scary nightmares
Are bodings- a faith the gullible shares
With millions across the globe
Over ages- interesting to probe.

Even if wives of Ceasars feared,
Heroes have trod on undeterred.
As superstitious holds dreams persist
Which the prudent strain hard to resist.

Though a subject to be pooh-poohed,
With perverse piety is it often wooed.
Mountains of molehills people make,
Pride of place Freudian theories take.

Dreams are worth not a thought,
Dissections of psyche they deserve not.
To the conscious mind remain geared;
The subconscious mind is best ignored.
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[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:78f15d91f7]On danger’s brink

Green earth’s Day is today
To pledge to stop its decay
To stop a minute to think
Of being on danger’s brink

Having eliminated many a link
Food chain doth in adversity sink
Waters poisoned with hazardous wastes
Nonbiodegradable garbage, new mountains
Uncontrolled gases from modern comforts
Put globe’s roof in warming discomforts
Denuded forests disturbing wild life
Goad natural forces into horrid strife
Genetic engineering a Frankenstein’s toy
Waits to wipe out eventually people’s joy
Laboratories are hiding horrors unborn
Purpose and ethics from research are torn.

New is an evolution unknown to Darwin
A metamorphosis undreamt of by Freud
The roaring lions are now meowing
The cackling hens are here crowing
After atomic and chemical weapon
Humanity’s latest threat in motion!
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[crazy]

:P

[pavalamani pragasam]

:D

[pavalamani pragasam]

A like-minded friend's comment in another site where I had posted this simultaneously


<Sarada v. says:

valid lament of an eco-conscious mind.Well said ( or "versed" !)When will we awaken to stem to the degradation?Sigh !........but the last stanza! Beguiling ! concerns going beyond the mere physical earth - into realms of Inner degradation......lions and hens !....rings true, especially to the generation older than Gen-X ! Still, a thought,dear. Did the hen crow (or roar) because of changed times or did times change because the hen crowed ? Adapting to the flow,which is directed by not one but a thousand defining factors , would seem like darwinian metamorphosis, no ?......(BTW, never subscribed much to that old Freud ! - the chap studied troubled minds and postulated blanket theories for whole humanity ! My opinion !)- regards >

[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:8927b3d07c]As part of the celebrations for environmental awareness tomorrow an environmental association had announced essay, poem & painting competitions with a title for each. Here is my entry:

Environment of today’s Madurai and tomorrow’s Madurai which I like

Our Madurai, a gem among cities ancient,
Shaped uniquely like a lotus magnificent,
Sung in epics and sangam literature,
Rich in refined and lofty culture
Retains its original style, flavour and face;
Resists the shocking ultramodern global pace,
Never stopped growing grander, brighter, broader
A steady expansion sees our beloved city’s border;
Wooded surroundings of buildings survived changes
Of rulers and reigns, always cherished down the ages.

Small and old parks interspersed in our dear city
With proper care may render health and beauty-
Lungs of the buzzing city in reality
Make chances of pure air available plenty;
Now in Madurai like a lovely dazzling damsel
One exemplary Eco Park doth in green grace excel,
A lot more good and joy may come here to dwell
If other parts of the city get a similar one as well.

Bright, bushy, flowery medians may
Cheer everyone commuting either way
On roads branching out like green arms
From the gracefully growing city of charms,
A real feast shall they be to the eye
While to vehicular pollution saying bye
Let them hold bouquets of warm welcome-
Smiles of hospitality, fresh and winsome.

Our good old king Asoka shall we copy
And on highways create a green canopy.
Lush lotus and lily ponds are for apartments gone,
Grow huge, shady trees in their common areas to atone!
Find ways to propagate the message and the seeds
Making us Maduraites aware of our green needs!
When we gift someone a bouquet of flowers
After a few hours the bright beauty withers;
If we present a sapling with pleasure
It shall grow into a lifetime treasure.

Out of small seeds do mighty oaks grow-
In small kids’ minds green ideas let us sow.
May this urgent message all quarters reach
And let us practice what we here preach!
To create an Eden shall we dream and dare
And watch it materialize with our tender care!
Plant shall we a cool, green tomorrow
And wisely avoid unwanted sorrow.

Strongly shall we say ‘no’ to non-degradable waste,
Hence shall we surely ethereal pleasures taste.
No more scattered litter be found anywhere,
Each citizen be ever on toes to fulfil his share
Of keeping our own city clean and green.
As a real paradise will it soon be seen,
Enviable name and fame shall be ours-
United we stand to prove our powers.
Our tireless greening efforts shall not stop
Till our proud city reaches the list’s top.


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[sarna_blr]

enna maadhiri common men'ku puriyura english'la ezhudha maatteengalaa... :? :sad:

ovvoru word'kum wordweb'la meaning paaththu padikka vEndiyadhaa irukku... :twisted:

[pavalamani pragasam]

And that helps improve/increase your vocabulary! :thumbsup:

[pavalamani pragasam]

The Empty Nest

Flitted the pair hither and thither
Dedicated in their endeavour
Filled the air with their twitter
Their project was no small matter

Little time had they to lose
Tugging at twigs to choose
The right place for their nest
A spot that shall be the safest

The selection over execution began
Building the nest as fast as they can
A cosy little home neatly woven
All their inborn skills got proven

Pat came the eggs as expected
And the hatching phase started
Much resembling a penance
Unbelievable is their patience

Out came the awaited nestlings
Feeble screeching hungry things
The parents rested not a moment
On endless food hunt they went

The beady eyes soon opened
A fast growth then happened
With downy feathers and tiny wings
Fluffy balls were those fledgelings

Time was ripe to venture out
Anxious moments no doubt
To guide them the parents sweated
And of dangers were they alerted

The hectic training ended
A heavy silence descended
Do birds like humans grieve
To see their children leave?

[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:1201c5ede6]
Wonder of the Era

It is awake round the clock
Its eyelids never seem to lock

Attracts man and woman equally
By far the humankind’s best ally

Fail not its long tentacles to probe
Each nook and corner of the globe

An addiction for young and old
Hooked irredeemably in its hold

Stands on fingertip the wide world
To see realms of fantasies unfurled

A fitting forum for gossip spicy
Amid gleeful absence of secrecy

A proper vehicle for all our thoughts
Listeners gathered in amicable knots

A genie waiting for our command
To fulfill any task we may demand

A sage with answers to all queries
To clear away doubts and worries

An audio-video feast of choice
Acclaimed cheerily in one voice

The best resort for rest and work alike
To learn, to earn, the best bet to strike

A companion for lonely souls to hold fast
Making cruel boredom a thing of the past

How can it belong to the neuter gender,
The internet, our new era’s best wonder?
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[pavalamani pragasam]

[tscii:65d295b8a8]2010

Twenty is followed by its half
Time to feel light and laugh

Two thousand years and ten
Twice and more joy for men

Two tens keep a single ten near
Be not tense, peace descends here

A zero after number two, another after one are seen:
He and she tho’ two become one with love between

Twenty marching ahead, ten trailing behind
Heralds the golden era of sublime mankind

Nought stands after two and nought again after one
No enemy for you and me, one world with war gone

Two thousand and ten is a number round
May health, wealth and mirth then abound!
[/tscii:65d295b8a8]

[kirukan]

[tscii:0b6d9957e7]2010

Twenty is followed by its half
Time to feel light and laugh

Two thousand years and ten
Twice and more joy for men

Two tens keep a single ten near
Be not tense, peace descends here

A zero after number two, another after one are seen:
He and she tho’ two become one with love between

Twenty marching ahead, ten trailing behind
Heralds the golden era of sublime mankind

Nought stands after two and nought again after one
No enemy for you and me, one world with war gone

Two thousand and ten is a number round
May health, wealth and mirth then abound!
[/tscii:0b6d9957e7]

அருமை!!! pp madam இயல்பான சொற்கள் என்னை போன்ற பாமரனுக்கும் புரியும் விதமாக.

தமிழில், உங்கள் முன்னனுமதி இல்லாமல்...

2010
இருபது பின் தொடர்ந்து அதன் பாதி
சிரிப்பே என்றும் அணையா ஜோதி

இரண்டாயிரம் மற்றும் பத்து
இன்ப மகிழ்வே மனிதனின் சொத்து

இரண்டு பத்து அருகில் பத்து ஒன்று
அழுத்தம் விடுத்து அமைதி காத்தல் நன்று

ஒரு பூஜியம் இரண்டின் பின் மற்றொன்று ஒன்றின்பின் தெரிய
ஆனும் பெண்ணும் காதலால் ஒன்றென அறிய

இருபது முன்செல்ல பத்து பின்செல்ல
மனித இனத்தின் வளர்ச்சியை என்சொல்ல

ஒரு சுழியம் இரண்டின் பின் நிற்க ஒன்று ஒன்றின் பின்
ஒருவருக்கும் பகை இல்லை ஓருலகம் கண்ட பின்

இரண்டாயிரத்து பத்து ஒரு முழு எண்
ஈடில்லா இன்பங்கள் உன் முன்.

-
கிறுக்கன்

[pavalamani pragasam]

Wow! :clap: :clap: :clap: அசத்திவிட்டீர்கள், கிறுக்கன்! எதுகை, மோனை அழகை மெச்சுவேனா, பொருள் பிறளாமல் மொழிபெயர்த்த நேர்த்தியை வியப்பேனா! என் ஆங்கில கவிதையை அழகு தமிழில் எடுத்தியம்பியதற்கு நன்றி, நன்றி, நன்றி!

[kirukan]

Wow! :clap: :clap: :clap: அசத்திவிட்டீர்கள், கிறுக்கன்! எதுகை, மோனை அழகை மெச்சுவேனா, பொருள் பிறளாமல் மொழிபெயர்த்த நேர்த்தியை வியப்பேனா! என் ஆங்கில கவிதையை அழகு தமிழில் எடுத்தியம்பியதற்கு நன்றி, நன்றி, நன்றி!
:notworthy: நன்றி!!

[suvai]

[tscii:aa8c0ac4dd]2010

Twenty is followed by its half
Time to feel light and laugh

Two thousand years and ten
Twice and more joy for men

Two tens keep a single ten near
Be not tense, peace descends here

A zero after number two, another after one are seen:
He and she tho’ two become one with love between

Twenty marching ahead, ten trailing behind
Heralds the golden era of sublime mankind

Nought stands after two and nought again after one
No enemy for you and me, one world with war gone

Two thousand and ten is a number round
May health, wealth and mirth then abound!
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அருமை!!! pp madam இயல்பான சொற்கள் என்னை போன்ற பாமரனுக்கும் புரியும் விதமாக.

தமிழில், உங்கள் முன்னனுமதி இல்லாமல்...

2010
இருபது பின் தொடர்ந்து அதன் பாதி
சிரிப்பே என்றும் அணையா ஜோதி

இரண்டாயிரம் மற்றும் பத்து
இன்ப மகிழ்வே மனிதனின் சொத்து

இரண்டு பத்து அருகில் பத்து ஒன்று
அழுத்தம் விடுத்து அமைதி காத்தல் நன்று

ஒரு பூஜியம் இரண்டின் பின் மற்றொன்று ஒன்றின்பின் தெரிய
ஆனும் பெண்ணும் காதலால் ஒன்றென அறிய

இருபது முன்செல்ல பத்து பின்செல்ல
மனித இனத்தின் வளர்ச்சியை என்சொல்ல

ஒரு சுழியம் இரண்டின் பின் நிற்க ஒன்று ஒன்றின் பின்
ஒருவருக்கும் பகை இல்லை ஓருலகம் கண்ட பின்

இரண்டாயிரத்து பத்து ஒரு முழு எண்
ஈடில்லா இன்பங்கள் உன் முன்.

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கிறுக்கன்


Wowwwww!!! that was absolutely beautiful pp nga & Kirukan...onga iruvarin thiramaiya enna nu solla....
:clap: :clap: :clap:

[pavalamani pragasam]

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[suvai]

Thanks, suvai! Please visit my blog:
www.ppavalamani.blogspot.com



pp nga...book mark panniten..;-) left a comment also (The beach) :-)
awesome!! :thumbsup:

[pavalamani pragasam]

Acknowledged! :D

[pavalamani pragasam]

Since the last date for the online contest in https://www.facebook.com/events/523261424356926 is over I'm posting my entry here:

Consummation

Years and years of courtship,
An endless sport of dalliance
Is this magnificent obsession
That grows on fiery fantasies.

The little birdie warbles
Hidden in the thickly leaved trees;
So doth my playful lover-
Our sweet nothings fill the air.

I grope in vain
To touch the villain-
Keeps dodging, the wicked thief.
When will he take me in his arms?

Oh, my prince charming!
On the day I was born
You began to follow
Like my own shadow.

My senses are aching,
My tantalising darling,
Really feeling you by my side,
But still unseen and untouched.

I gasp for breath
When you brush by me!
All I can do is nothing but
Waiting, waiting and waiting!

Come and end my agonies!
Open the gates of ecstasies!
Finally the consummation
Shall be my emancipation!

Birth and death of mortals
Two sides of a coin make-
A meaningful whole behind
This game of hide and seek!

[pavalamani pragasam]

(Building up syllable by syllable)

Bright
Is light
In the sky
Do you know why
To begin the day
With hopes and thoughts gay
Find new chances everywhere
And discover your duty here
Is to build bridges, break barriers
May negative prophesies be proved false!