Sunday, December 29, 2013

There is a Black Pal

There  is a  Black  pal         

There is a  Black  pal, my
 Visitor regular, cool   and calm.
In my balcony, its  abode of
 Grain or  rain, it  visits my
Perambulations   profoundly   strain,   

If  Black  were to be  a curse,
Woe  to the Creator’s  paradigm  of
 Release  and    hearse.
If colour were  to be
A conscious matter of  grouse,
Hollering  would annoyingly increase.

Deliverance is too far,
Even now, for   it is intricate,
 it is manmade
  aggrandisement .




Saturday, December 28, 2013

Your Advent.

     Your  Advent
Your  are  A  Blazing Star,
Troubadour like,
Identifying thugs, also,
 them, saddling strong,
You are  icon  of assured    protection .
For   those  in the  tricky maze
Of  vile  troubles, believe
In  some   bric a brac.
You   came like an ordinary,
In an extraordinary  situation,
Forms   and   visions, astounding.
A  dire  situation  of  intricate   maze
I was immersed in a total
devastating, savage ,
abysmal  gloom of  darkness.
living  amidst   the  din and  clatter,
your form silenced their cacophony,
Silencing process  goes on.
In the   Time’s web,
Many formless  continue ,
Yet to be  silenced.


Rebirth for a NEW SAGA

     Rebirth  for a  NEW  SAGA.       
      It is a precious rebirth 
     For   A new  Saga,
     Mere  Thanksgiving  is just
     an  ordinary  label, or
     disbelieved ritual for some,
     your Advent,  for  the moments
      of  extraordinary  weaving, unravelling.

     I  was  a loner with those moments
    Of  sedition of others,   now your Advent.
     Encumbered lumber is ours.
     Know not how you ply
    with these flamboyant ,fanatics,
     you  take me  insurgent
     To  The Alone, to the  fly zone,  
  
   Angels  took  pity  on this   Soul
   Sent   southerly  winds,
  Salient  showers  of  bounteous Mercy.
  The  wind  blew well  on time,
Rich harvest was  augured
ere, seditious weeds are  undone.
Thanksgiving  goes beyond the ambit .




'Charred photo'

           ‘ Charred photo’  
After the last tap
 The  key board, demure.
The   blinds  are drawn.
I am half sunk
 Pillows embrace.
A sudden quaver/trigger,
My body tossed up and down,
Some unknown feel or fear
runs down me. Check out if
rats  rattle  amidst the vessels,
retire again to the recent emit,
 fear lurking  matted  bolster.
 It   enervates  my  pulse.
The   charred   photo by the
Subtle  Fire, time  ago, looms  large,
beckons /  to   reason out.
 my face, encounters splashes of water,
Now, no more sleep, sit back, think.



Thursday, December 26, 2013

What is this slither/fear?

         What is this slither/ fear?

       A fear gripped me,
      Chill  as  frightful  as
      The  haunt  of a  coffin,
       a  sudden loss of vital  Memory,
     I drew my blanket   cap- a-pie,
     Felt as if  it is  the  slither
     Of   a cockroach, it moves
     On  my toes ,some  gentle
    jiffy tick alerts me,
     it is  the   slowly dismantled
    watch  from its  strap loose.

    

Friday, December 20, 2013

There is newness in every stale thing.

            There  is  newness in  every stale thing.

‘’The old order changeth  yielding place to new’’.
  There is newness in every stale thing
  as  there is  a  fresh lease of new life ,
  from the old, embittered ,past lives,
  old garments  slotted  for  wholehearted
  charity, enhance the  new looks of the
   impoverished, starved, now protected,
 protected are  the  old   garments  too
for  they  came in dire poverty ,abject
 necessity.  School  and  slate  are 
a luxury for those ,country urchins
in   soiled  kaki knickers, kite playing.
Fixing  cow dung  cakes on the walls
Is  their  daily wage earning  plenty.
They question not  why  they
Are  born, look  for  some
Hope  and  revival in
 Merry Bells,  Santa Claus
and  New  Year.


Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Holy Dip,Dip

    In  the  sheets of water,
  many  gloriously   calmed
  and merged now
in the white sheets,
tossing up and down
like deadwood,
the  gurgling  water
 as if an affiliate
Member welcomes its
Supreme partner, Sun,
both on the same
Horizontal  line.

In  the sheets  of water,
Realize/A life giving boon,
Potential /orgy of
Origin  less source.
Whirls, whirling
Me  to ageless   icon.
In the surfing, I became
Breathless, near the shore
on   the land castaway 

seashells  abound.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

A Take On Free Fall

 A  Take on Free Fall.

It  is  not  Biblical  Fall
Of  Seduction  after  a
Plump, forbidden   fruit,
Nor is it a  headlong  fall
Of  skyjacker’s tricks of vile.

Spooky  embers  of clutters,
Of  smoke  and burnt woods
Spiralling  from the  ground
hover   the blue  sky: A cloudy cap.

Smell of choke  and charcoal
I suddenly get up from
My  sleep, my nightmare.
Ground, mosaic  more soothing.





Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Love In The Clippings.

       Love in the clippings

A   whiff of  seditious wind
Clipped the tender, wings of Love.

Autumn’s   crude   chill already
Stayed ,residue, in my heart, for some time,

 ‘Rue not’ ! My, yet to be softened
  dictates pacify.
                                                                                         
 Kiwi! Kiwi! Kiwi! Sparrow, young chick
Concomitant   visitor in my  balcony;

A   whiff of seditious  wind
Clipped  the  tender wings of   

 This  Lonely, this lugubrious,
Swoops   on my shoulders,

   Peck of look, affection,
 ‘’ learn to love thyself,’’

   I   tend  my  flexible   cuticles,   
   Fingertips, taps, on the key board.


      Unlock the key board,
     ‘Work is thy Love,’ is the key .
  
     Keep it unlocked, for ever.
     Kiwi! Tap!   Tap!  on the board.

S.Radhamani.




    
  

Saturday, December 07, 2013

Man's Mastery, again it is God's Gift.

               Man’s Mastery, Again   it Is God’s Gift.

   Painter’s ebullient  brush  strikes.
   When aridity  knocks , drought with pride set in
   The  fallen  flowers    crave for  the lost seats,
   their  stems, The  Sun  now lurks beneath its orb,
    A kind  of  Chill  chuckles   at  man’s  inhibition.
    The lovelorn lies in the last stage, in the cottage,
    His  lady bird  appears ,soothes ,consoles
    Infusing  a fuel of  animated   Love,
   The  cottage is  no longer, seeming   Dotage .
   He  revels,  flies  with
    the wings of plumage.


  

Thursday, December 05, 2013

The Canal In My Village.

The  canal in my  village

The  gurgling water flows.
The  North is  The Direction.
 Tradition  speaks .The folks speak.
In them is ingrained  the
established   belief, North
is luck, North is fertility Myth.
 The river  carries  no  emotions
As of  now. But  when it is in
full   spate, fury  bursts.
The  farmers ,ritual believing,
Cook  sweet  pudding to offer,
to   propitiate   Sun God,
it  flows to feed many hungry,
Erases  the face of  Drought.




Tuesday, December 03, 2013

Your Heart.

          Your heart
Heart   is a miniature theatre,
Coagulations,just as you
Compress,  emotions.
Blood circulations, arteries,
Veins, palpitations,
Unchecked fume   emit
of  words, wordy deals.
As  gyrating within,
You are  director, operator,
Spectator, watching    from outside,
Applause for ebullient squeaks
waiting  for the  final curtain
to be  drawn, cathartic  agent
perhaps is in the offing.




Sunday, December 01, 2013

Lullaby For The Forlorn

  Lullaby  for  the forlorn
As  the  cute  tabby   cat  stole
Out of the lobby, surreptiously,
The other inmates  fast asleep,
Its moving  paws  silenced   and
feared  by  the  loud  snore of some.
Outside  the  dogs  bark,
Close  to midnight, sequel
The  innocent  wail   of  the month old
baby, abandoned  by the  heartless.
Night glared   by the Moonlight
for the delay in tending  the  forlorn
looks  askance  at  the child.
I peep through  the window,
The  temple  priest 
Closing  the gates of
the temple, willingly
opened the rugged ,  locked door
of the Future of the  Innocent,
sings  a  soothing   lullaby.