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I wish the meet every suceess and I am sure this will be an added jewel in the crown of our Mother India.Not a flattery but true.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
The Last Button
The Last Button
What would have
The sunken parts of the island |
Told the remaining land
Before drowning in the deep sea?
Wedded to the deepness
Will it gain a self-realisation?
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Immerse and dissolve in water?
. . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . .
Get lost itself in a pursuit of advaita
And land again?
Here in this shirt
It seems
A time has come for
This only remaining button
-The last button-
To drop down for ever.
I don’t know what the other buttons
Have told this shirt
Before they left. . .
After fondling the cheek
Of the last button
What did the Time
wish to tell the button-hole:
Declaration of freedom?
Puzzle of utter confusion?
If it is possible for me
To loose my shirt and attain nirvana
How is it to confirm
Nirvana?With its capacity
The button has set free the moments
With their capacity the moments
Have set me free. . .
Unknowingly
Without informing the shirt
The last button has fallen down. .
In the lips of Buddha
Immersed in deep meditation
There flashed a smile. . .
Oh!
Is it the last button of my shirt?
The world as a single coin . . .
The world as a single coin . . .
Forgetting their historical sources
The land,forest,field,
Garden, Estate,Stone,Sand,Mountain
One by one got
Transformed as hot cash.
State, city, village, ward
Street, house, porch
As images of wealth
In exchange bargains.
Mills, Shops, Schools, Colleges
Under calculation and assessment of
Their prices
Lower or Higher.
Nuclear reactors, Ammunition,
Rockets, Machines, Gadgets,
Under the direct command of
Dollars, Euros, Rubles, Dinars, Rupees
In an unquenched thirst for blood
In estimates of corpses.
Sheep, Cattle, Horses,
Chicken, Sparrows, Pigs
And other things like these
Carrying the price-tags in their necks
Suggesting market trends
Alterations and corrections.
Forests of Elephants
Caves of Tigers and Lions
Deer, Rabbits,
Jungles,
Ants,ant-hills,Snakes
Profit motives have captured
All around
Flags of companies
Unfurling and rolling down
Aggressively.
With an artificial heart transplanted
Nature stumbles
In the feeble rhythm of its beating
Time is blinking quiet often.
Mankind, the offspring of
Adam and Eve
Have again become naked
While attempting to cover up
The Nakedness of Money.
Sold by money and
Purchased by money
The commodity, Humanism, is
Out of stock.
After loosing all its life
The world like a tossed coin
Revolves around the sun.
Driven to the edge of existence
Driven to the edge of existence
With much blood-thirst
I find my path in the
Broken pieces of glasses.
The distance which I should traverse
Remains in the hesitations of
The torn-down feet.
My dreams and realizations
sitting before the mirror
Turn their face in the opposite direction
In the private rooms of days
My life which refuses to move up Murmurs in a tension unspecified My poem which sees the world through the eyes of spring Describes it in words Anemic and insipid Which fill up The mouth of the autumn season. |
The Black Frog
The Black Frog
The telephone bell rang up Intermittently and All of a sudden Became breathless. Still the wind whispers in a low rhythm In his ears. |
Who is on the other side?
Should be a person known already. . .
May be even an unknown person.
May be happy news. .
Achievement of an admission in a school,
Attaining a promotion in career,
About the birth of a child,
Announcing a wedding engagement,
Purchase of a housing plot. .
Otherwise. .
Sad news about a death,
A dismissal order,
A burglary when somebody is out of town,
An elopement of a daughter
The love marriage of a son. . .
This mechanical black frog has
Very many things to tell. . .
By the side of the black frog
He is sitting for more than five minutes
Expecting any kind of news . .
The Tea . . .?
It has become chill. .
Anxious moments
alternatively
Darkness and Light
Gripped the heart
He forgot himself awhile
Inside his own nervous system
Engulfed by tension
he lost himself.
His wife came there
Took the tea
To reheat it
She went inside.
Again rang up the phone
It is the family physician on the other side
“Mariyappan!
Please do not loose heart. .
The thing afflicting your wife is. . . .”
Before he finished the sentence
The black frog again became breathless.
(In the compilation of poems tiled "Intended to tell"
Intended to tell
Intended to tell
What do you intend to utter?
Have your say..
Any urgent message . . .?
Anything important?
Pardon me!
The telephone rings. .
“Hello!
A Poetic symposium?
I can confirm the date only tomorrow.
You want the time. .
Call me back tomorrow night at 7-30”
You came to tell me something
What is it?
Come on! Tell me now!
What can I do for you?
Is the gas cylinder to be supplied?
Is it a time to pay school fees for our kids?
May I know the last day?
Please bear with me
Someone is knocking the door
Oh! Courier post!
Okay! Signed and received.
What did you try to tell me?
Please say it now.
Is your mother sick?
Have we to visit her?
When?
Oh! What’s it?
Our neighbor coming?
“We are on an outing.
Will return after a week.
Have the key of our house
and please take care.
Thank you! Bye!”
The doors closed now!
Oh my dear!
What did you intend to tell me?
My wife is not there.
The emptiness left by her
Alone stood there and told me:
“Nope! Nothing to tell you!”
My note:The poem is from the compilation of Poems titled"Intended to tell"
Here you can see the husband busy with his routine and unable to spend some time with his better-half.The hollowness of metro life,the useless routine carried by the modern man,disintegration of family and the male-centref way of life are mocked by our beloved poet Tamilanban in his poem.