The elixir of water is life. Life swims, lands and takes off from it. The strength of the wind is life. Life soars, floats and flies off with it. The sacred fire is life. Life dries, burns and takes birth from the ashes. The rays of the Sun is life. Life sprouts, energizes and warms with it. The song of rain is life. Life gets its sails wet and drinks every moment of it. Nature as always rations the elements to each of us laced with love. Be it water, wind, fire, the sun or the rain, all play their parts to perfection in the nature of life.
I longed to understand the person they called God
poring over religious texts, I could not understand
somehow, the great personality He was made of
I had questions that one had no clear answers to.
I joined a group who said they will bring verily, Him
close to me, just as I had become very close to them
but then I knew, they were a group like many others
caring only for more members getting added to them.
I went to places of worship with people chanting
who appeared holy, just as He appeared to us all
as we left those sacred places, was I surprised
to see them engrossed in petty chatter and rant?
I went to those mountains searching for dear Him
on the way, a huge tree fell and barely missed me
In my weary wanderings, as I got up from sleep
a snake meandered away, how close was I to death.
Then as I continue to trod on, in desolate jungles
thirsting for water and dreading many a beast
whose fearful voices were too close for comfort
was I pleased, to see a pool that appeared as feast?
It was one night when due to lack of moonlight
I stepped on a stone and fell, I not knew where
as I sensed up, I saw a stranger attending to me
Why he cared for me, when God still eluded me?
Why was it, the Great Teacher that He was
fail to appear, putting a halt to my journey?
Holding a peaceful smile on his lips, He asked
Son, why do you think, He evades you, a seeker?
Just as you care for the kids and pets at home
He keeps a roving eye upon you, all the time.
A tree pauses before it falls, a snake beguiled
a helping hand such as me, send to tend you.
Do not ever think, He does not see or think of you
He may not always comfort or deliver what you ask
but if it is Him that you ask for and long to be with
He will put a halt one day to help you attain bliss…
Chennai Poets’ Circle- known as CPC is indeed a great and lovely Literary Association of poets great and small(like NVS), young and old, academicians and non academicians. For those who love poetry, please enjoy the selection of poems.
He had always lived the hard way
and became famous by the day
A ship is what he wanted to be on
how he liked to sail on the high seas
but then his habits came haunting
when he set sights on the treasures
that sailed the seas with men on it.
Once he raided a ship with his buccaneers
full of chests, this one belonged to a King
he had always dreamed of, to conquer one
all this shiny wealth would be his, if only,
he could reach home by the green islands
but for the curse of the captain and his crew
who got slaughtered with their cutlasses
thrown to the seas for the waves to bury.
A storm was brewing in the distant sky
it could hit them this week or the next
they all spent drinking the stolen liquor
went into a stupor that lasted many a day
it was when, someone noticed a patch
on his skin which turned into a rumor
they would all overthrow their chief
for the disease would cause havoc
if allowed to run its usual course.
The next day, they started an argument
the pirate was prepared, having noticed
the patch on his skin and their reactions
With his flaming pistol, wrecked them all
before the calamity could strike them
throwing their bodies and guiding the ship
through channels of rocks and great fish.
The storm hit him and his ship for days.
the ship wrecked when it hit the rocky land
though it was an island, he did not despair.
He got himself occupied carrying the chests
full of gold and silver, emeralds and rubies
and buried them in deep holes dug by him
when the job mighty done, was he happy?
but the next day, the disease knocked him
the ration of fresh water and fruits dried up
the curse of the plunder came back to haunt
he was rich but the wealth of no use now
his body lay dried in the sun on the rocks
searching for dear water, when all around
it splashed in fury not giving him a chance.