Aug 14th

Driving Forces of Life

By Rajeev

Life is driven

by the twin forces- Love and Fear

Many take action out of fear

most of the times

and out of love, some of the time...

 

While both the drivers ensure action

and perhaps results as well

one gives you, a sinking feeling

as you do them

the other, an elated, enhanced experience....

 

Choose, as the driver, love over fear

each time, every time!

and you are sure to be happy, wise

Aug 14th

Love

By Rajeev

Love, pure love, intense love, could mean

different things to different souls

yet in its highest form-

it is all encompassing, inclusive, soothing

the pure essence, beyond gender

race, other worldly divisions....

Jul 15th

MY LOVELY FRIENDS

By venu

MY   LOVELY   FRIENDS

 

I    have friends

Too many to count,

Invisible to others,

Visible to me only,

They never move away

From me,

They are always with me,

They move with me

So  gently,

They  talk to me

So  sweetly,

They ever  reveal  to me,

New, fantastic things,

The y  unfold  before me,

Beautiful, marvelous  worlds,

They  stir and  awaken

My mind to profound thoughts,

They  flood  my  heart

With serene,  wondrous emotions,

The  people  around  me

Unaware of these 

Chums of  mine,

They  are  ignorant

Of  the dwelling  abode

Of  my sweet  pals;

 

When  I  pick  up books

And  open  the  pages,

My  friends  one  by on e

Come  to  me,

Greeting, smiling

And  taking  me

Into   their   enchanting

Worlds   of  pure  joy

And     excitement;

A  Shakespeare,  a  Keats,

A   words worth,   a  Tagore

Singing  poems into my heart,

Enriching  my soul

With the wealth of beautiful  thoughts

And amazing emotions;

A  Chekhov, a   Maupassant,

An   R.K.Narayan ,  A Mulk Raj Anand,

A  Ruskin  Bond

Telling   me  so many

Fascinating   tales,

Delighting, enlightenin g   me,

Enlarging  the frontiers

Of  my mind,

My friends  never  hurt me,

N ever  quarrel  with me,

Never  angry  with   me ,

They  are  always  lovely,

That’s  the  great  power

And  magic  of  my  friends.

Jun 14th

THE NOTORIOUS MUSICIAN

By venu

THE    NOTORIOUS  MUSICIAN

 

I do not know

Whether it is he or she,

But every time I lie

On bed to sleep

In day and at night,

It comes sprinting to me

So punctually,

Most  unwelcome guest

To our house,

It keeps orbiting

Around me s
o swiftly,

Halts hanging about

My ears in air so deftly,

Singing ceaselessly,

It comes closer

Almost into my ears,

Disgusted and irritated

At its horrible singing,

I flail my hand at it,

It just moves away

From my ears

And my flailing hand,

Then, it rushes back

To my ears,

Keeps singing

More incessantly

With vengeance,

With my eyes still

Shut in sleep,

My hand flailing

Vigorously at it,

Maybe, angered

At my indifference

To its singing spree,

It begins pinching

My ears, shoulders,

Hands, legs fiercely,

Disturbed, half-awake,

Tossing over my bed

 So  restlessly,

I keep my one hand,

Rubbing the pinched parts

Of my body,

Another hand flailing

Wildly at the notorious musician,

All of a sudden,

Singing and pinching halted,

Surprised, I wake up

And look for the raucous singer

And the nagging pincher,

My searching eyes spot

On my bed,

A fat mosquito

Lying crushed,

I pity the unwelcome musician

That embraced doom,

Singing into my reluctant ears.

 

 

 

Jun 13th

A Madrigal

By nasaru


My sweet darling my Mary
My heart yearns much to marry.
Your lips part as petals, beside,
Of red Rose white dew, inside.
You thrill me every moment, dear
Hope so be to you though not near.
O! dear, my darling , feel my love
Every moment as fragrant Love.

Jun 9th

SAVE THE PLANET

By MGN

                    SAVE THE PLANET *

Jewel celestial in cosmic space,

Unique sphere with snowy mounts,

Valleys verdant, hoary hills,

Sylvan slopes and sparkling rills,

Shimmering lakes and limpid streams, 

Endless expanse of oceans blue,

Surf-washed shores, golden sands 

And beaches fringed with swinging palms, 

Miles and miles of waving fields,

Evergreen woods swaying in the breeze,

Teeming with lovely birds and beasts -

Charming retreats for pleasure and peace.

Marvels of nature's grand creation

Are marching fast towards destruction. 

Ever increasing human need, 

Callousness and endless greed,

Ever expanding cities and towns

And mushrooming of ugly slums,

Hills denuded and plains encroached,

High-rise buildings, crowded roads,

Chimneys spewing clouds of smoke 

Poison air with deadly fumes,

Methane and Carbon-dioxide, 

Stinking effluents from broken pipes

And plastic waste clogging drains

Fill rivers and oceans with filth and foam,

Turn green slopes into arid mounds. 

It is time to stem this terrible tide

That threatens imminent destruction

Of nature's beauty and magnificence

And save this splendid planet,

Mankind's 'only home'! 

           ******         M.G.N.Murthy,

                              Hyderabad, India.

Jun 9th

SAVE THE PLANET

By MGN

                    SAVE THE PLANET *

Jewel celestial in cosmic space,

Unique sphere with snowy mounts,

Valleys verdant, hoary hills,

Sylvan slopes and sparkling rills,

Shimmering lakes and limpid streams, 

Endless expanse of oceans blue,

Surf-washed shores, golden sands 

And beaches fringed with swinging palms, 

Miles and miles of waving fields,

Evergreen woods swaying in the breeze,

Teeming with lovely birds and beasts -

Charming retreats for pleasure and peace.

Marvels of nature's grand creation

Are marching fast towards destruction. 

Ever increasing human need, 

Callousness and endless greed,

Ever expanding cities and towns

And mushrooming of ugly slums,

Hills denuded and plains encroached,

High-rise buildings, crowded roads,

Chimneys spewing clouds of smoke 

Poison air with deadly fumes,

Methane and Carbon-dioxide, 

Stinking effluents from broken pipes

And plastic waste clogging drains

Fill rivers and oceans with filth and foam,

Turn green slopes into arid mounds. 

It is time to stem this terrible tide

That threatens imminent destruction

Of nature's beauty and magnificence

And save this splendid planet,

Mankind's 'only home'! 

           ******         M.G.N.Murthy,

                              Hyderabad, India.

Jun 6th

Who's to blame?

By mgk

          Are you on a run? Do you have the time to stop and look around? Do you really look around or just gaze through? 

     If you could see, the surroundings have changed.We call it development. Irony is the deforestation that led to all these megastructures, are now the new concrete jungles called metropolitan.

       Branded food can never be bad. A tag on it reads organic and all is safe and sound in the world of plastic, while the farmers, poor as ever, longingly look at the sky for the drops of rain to quench the thirst of their lands .

       Milk, nuts, fruits, eggs heard these are essential for a balanced diet when I was a kid. Never knew adding those to the beauty products was so important that half of the world can starve itself but milk in your soap is a must. 

          Retro is the new sexy reads a fashion magazine. The old ways of cleansing body is now again branded in with new hashtags. Facewashes and tooth pastes having neem and salt in it is now a necessity. 

         Size zero to intermittent fasting to the now trending keto diet., Starving your self makes you healthy. I was taught the otherwise.  Physical excersise and a balanced diet is what makes your body and mind healthy. 

     What is happening to this world? Are we progressing or retrograding ? Who is to blame for all these? The government? The booming industrial infrastructures? Global warming? Technology? Who is really to blame ?

 

P. S. Happy world environment day.

 

 

-mgk

May 30th

NN33. THE STORY OF KING NALAN

By Raja

The Story of KING Nalan

 

This is a popular love story that was originally written in Sanskrit By Poet Harsha of North India under the title 'Naishadam.' It was later written in Tamil by Poet Pugazhendi of South India in the name of 'Nala Venba' somewhere between 9th and 13th century AD. Apart from the story value, the poetic style in which it was written in Tamil was very much unique and unparallel in its presentation. Though the English rendering of the contents in the poetry form has not been that much easy, I have tried my best to present here the story in its original form to the extent possible. This series containing 32 episodes will reveal to the present generation the life style and culture of the people of those times. 

The story in brief:

 

King Nalan married Dhamayanthi much against the will of the evil minded Kali, who had an intention to marry her, Due to the evil influence of Kali, Nalan played gambling and had lost his kingdom.  He was driven to the forest life, where he got himself separated from his wife.  She then came back and stayed with her parents. He went in disguise to Kasi kingdom and worked as a cook and charioteer under the king of Kasi.  On an occasion when the King of Kasi came to participate in the second swayam varam function of Dhamayanthi, Nalan also came there along with the king.  Finally, they found Nalan, who joined his wife and children happily.

 

Comments by Poetess Sandra Fowler, Litt.D

West Virginia, USA

 

'The Story Of Nalan' is one of Rajaram Ramachandran's most eloquent creative efforts to date. His rendering of this epic work into the English language should earn him an honored place in the pages of India's poetic history.

At seventy-seven, (Now 86 years old) this indefatigable wordsmith has lost none of his creative energy. His legendary skill for bringing past centuries to vivid life excites the imagination of the reader and makes ancient events seem as current as if they had only happened yesterday.
The thirty-two episodes that contain the romantic adventures of Nalan are presented with clarity, with simplicity and with grace. They are accessible to readers  of all ages and walks in life.

 

This narrative is as timeless as love itself, and it has a happy ending. This is rather unique among the stories of star crossed lovers. Memorable lines abound. I like Rajaram's description of the beauty of Dhamayanthi as being like, 'The light of a lamp that burns nonstop'. And these metaphorical lines about Nalan who lost his heart and came in search of it in his fast chariot.

My favorite episode is the one entitled, 'Indra's Message'.
In this episode, Nalan and Dhamayanthi meet for the first time and become, almost instantly, one soul in two bodies. To my western one of thinking, this is the meaning of the fascinating phrase, 'There were no twos'.

Rajaram Ramachandran has excelled himself in the writing of, 'The Story Of Nalan'. It is a beautiful, luminous piece rich in both simile and metaphor.

Poetry is essentially a performance. This one is worthy of bouquets of best wishes and many encores.

Sandra Fowler, Litt.D

26-03-2008

 

 

 

 

May 30th

NN32. RESTORED TO STATUS

By Raja

NALAN

 

Got into the chariot

 

In front his army marched.

Behind him Kings followed.

With his wife and children,

To his own land, started Nalan.

 

What was the distance?

 

To Dhamayanthi’s question,

On the distance to destination,

Nalan said, “After seven hills,

Our Mavindam City lies.”

 

The Sun rise

 

Nidadha Nadu became bright,

When the sun rose with his light.

The City had a majestic look,

With the return of Nalan back.

 

Reached the city

 

King Nalan reached closer

To The Mavindam-border,

With his wife and children

And his army of men.

 

Sent a messenger

 

His messenger he sent

To Pushkaran straight

Asking him to meet

There on the spot.

 

Pushkaran saw

 

Pushkaran saw King Nalan

With his wife and children

Backed up by a big army.

And studied them slowly.

 

Made enquiry

 

He enquired, “Oh Nalan,

Hope all of you are fine?

Any trouble on your way?

Glad to see you this day.”

Placed the ring

 

For a dice game,

Nalan invited him.

Pushkaran agreed.

His ring Nalan staked.

 

Won the winner

 

Nalan played skilfully.

He won the games finally

All those he had lost,

He got them back at last.

 

Pushkaran went away

 

Having lost his game

And also his fame,

He went back to his place

With all his disgrace.

 

Nalan reached his place

 

Having won the game

And also his fame,

Nalan got back his city

And went there finally.

 

How to describe?

 

Mavindam, the city of peace

Will it match peacock dance

Or the abundant fertile land

That lies in and around?

 

Sage Vyasa blessed and went

 

Vyasa conclude, “Oh Dharman,

You heard the story of Nalan.

So, stop worrying at last.”

He blessed him and went.

 

Long live! Long Live!

 

Long live all the Vedas.

Long live learned Pundits.

Long live those who heard

And also those who read

This story of Nalan

THE END

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