A Dream of Life...

A beautiful day in time, years before,
Was born a boy into this world of fast paced existence.
Through the womb of a holy pristine Mother
And imbuing qualities from a majestic noble Father.

The boy was welcomed by kin and all,
With feastive joy; a gala celebration.
Aye! They said in unison -
"He is a jewel in our genealogy,
His days of prime will be those of crowning glory,
A support to all during their needy days of shady dusk".
Aye! His Procreators too nodded in agreement.

That boy..., his days of childhood,
Those sweet moments are to be cherished forever.
He was loved by one and all, a darling of their eyes.
His innocent dreams, mischief and imagination...
And in such imagination lay a perceived reality full of bliss,
Away from the grown up's plightful reality down abyss.

But one day his mischief crossed that thin line
And became reason for an innocent tear.
Then an Angel came forth him,
Which was just a velvet voice within
And spake unto him words of wisdom,
Showed him the distinction between good and evil;
Then said - " To err as a human at some point is to be expected,
But thou shall realize it and seek forgiveness for the wrongdoing".

Abiding by the angel's words, he grew into his prime of youth.
But the reality of the grown ups was hard on him.
For many he was the world's dullard jester lacking practical sense.
The departing of his procreators from the mortal realm,
Brought in gushing torrents of misery and sorrow.
Adding to this, his true beloved sweetheart, his soulmate,
As was his eternal claim, left him for more golden pastures,
Bringing unto him doom and despair.

Rosy red tenderly heart,
That gentle and sensitve life within,
Bleeding from the obnoxious hurt,
Began withering away to obscured oblivion.
Like the shedding of leaves which were once life,
From the trees at the Autumn's dawn.
But the Immaculate Soul of the higher eon lay in wait,
Awaiting the return of the life replenishing Spring.
Such optimistic expectations were not to be fulfilled,
Not so for the rest of his Zombied life.

Devils merried and Angels wept,
Seeing his mortal plight.
Now guided by the croaked voice of the devil,
He set forth amassing material power and wealth,
An obsession to be quenched by satiety,
Which eons to come would not be.
Had he heard an angel instead,
He would have known that at such places lay none to few,
Those wretched like himself; Skew.

His wife who was now his beloved too,
As some claimed it to be true,
Seeing his ghastly fate left him to suffer in lonely cavity,
Least he bring forth a calamity upon her and their darling child.

Although he did beget much of what he had set to amass,
Now senile on his death bed,
During the last days of his own shady dusk,
He found himself alone on one and the rest together
On the other side of that fragile divide of humanity.

Hands raised and fingers pointed towards him, people said -
"As thou left us to rot in thine God forsaken quest,
we too shall abandon thee at this hour of thine need".

A fortnight later, during the darkest hour of midnight,
Lying on his golden cot, death came knocking...
And he passed away into afterlife.
After death's bidding came two scavengers;
One after his wretched material hoarding
And the other for his rotten corpse.
And from this a phantom apparition arose into nothingness...

Suddenly he opened his eyes with a cold shiver
And smiled silently unto himself,
Knowing that it was all just a dream
And his beloved still beside him...
His Greatest Relief...!!!

[ T S Sudarshan, 07 Nov 2007 ]

Companionship...

Angel & Devil, in every self they stand,
Waging a war daily till the very end.
Love & Hate, their allies in this territory,
In whose favour will there be a victory?

Would anyone care for this outcome?
Angelic Love or Satanic Hate,
Stronger one among them will shine,
Milky white or Ebony black?

A day in time, she came by my side.
Her companions too walked alongside.
Their war was more savage than my own,
To befriend them would anyone frown?

At Love's behest I chose to befriend,
She and her companions as well.
For a moment the devil was silenced by an angel,
Naive reasons I do not want to find.

A relationship set sail to conquer unfathomable dreams,
Honesty, Compromise and a will to Understand,
Were its Oars, Sails and the Mast.
But the bridge of trust collapsed unable to withstand
Steadfast churnings of the life, at last.
Now Devil laughs with the hurt and an Angel screams.

I risked everything that I had,
Even willing to get destroyed in Love.
A Love that was once a dream,
Then appeared to look real,
Later seemed like an illusion,
But in reality it never did exist!

Past went by and a Future lies in wait,
Destiny's date or mockery of Fate?
A decision to be myself has been made,
She was once mine,
And now NO MORE!!!

[ T S Sudarshan, 04 Nov 2007 ]

You... The One !!!

My Commitment to You, here I Make
From the Depths of My Heart,
I will Care for You, as a Mother would
for her Darling Child.
I shall Protect You, as a Father would
for his Adorable Daughter.
I will Always be There for You, Your
Best Friend.
I will be Your Shelter when it Rains,
Or get Drenched along with You, And
Enjoy all those Lightening Thunderbolts.
I will be Your Cool Breeze and the Shade,
During the Days of Summery Heat.
I shall be Your Warmth and Comfort,
During the Nights of Wintery Chill.
I will be Your Light when it is Dark,
Like a Candle-lit Moon in the Night Sky.

I Stand here Waiting for You,
Just Me Without any Mask or Makeup,
And I will go Nowhere till You Come.
Hold My Hands and Walk with Me,
And Help Me Show You,
A Love so Beautiful.
This One Life that's Truly Yours,
I shall Fill it with all the Fun,
And Happiness that it can Hold.
I Want to Be by Your Side at All Times,
To Share and Fulfill Your Hopes & Dreams,
I Want to Be Yours Forever.

- T S Sudarshan [ 11 Aug 2007 ]

Path to Where?

Mysteries of time,
Noone has yet unravelled.
History of time,
Everyone seems to be dazzled.

The very next moment noone knows,
Obscured things that it beholds.
The path of life meanders,
From bygone lanes to the future's Close.

Paths walked by many,
Some made new by a few.
Difference; does it make to any,
Those seeking a destiny true.

Chosen to walk a path that many forbade,
Fearing that I might end up in a gloomy shade.
Chosen by me not to be enslaved by fate,
Destiny at the steps of this life's date.

Bright silvery dawn to gloomy ebony dusk,
Shackles of life around me don't want to rust,
My own choice or the gravest risk?
In me lies an unshakable trust.

Many facets of life that I see,
Teary pearls and smiley diamonds are just some to be.
In this path may lie my destruction,
But in it too lies my Salvation.

- T S Sudarshan. [ 18 Aug 2007 ]

Close to Me!!!

If I were you and you were me,
You would know what I see,
Drenched in the heavenly rain,
Yet I feel all the worldly pain.

If I were you and you were me,
You would know nothing in life comes for free,
If the payment for life is a tear,
Then why do you fear?

If you were me and me you,
I would know the real meaning of pain,
I'm stuck to you like a glue,
For this is my megre gain.

Now I have a clue,
I agree it came out of a blue,
If there is a thing called Love,
I know it and with a heart I say WOW!!!

If I am to you for the mere sake of words,
Then I'm sorry for you,
I'm there till it's time to move,
Nice meeting you at my life's crossroads.

- T S Sudarshan. [ 28 July 2007 ]

Amnesiac...

With no Self-Identity I open my eyes,
Who am I and what's this place?
The various faces that surround me,
By what shall I call you?
Are you my Mother and me your darling child?
Are you the one who must have held me by your gentle hands, and showed me the way to walk on my own?
Are you the same angel who must have hugged me out of pristine love, the warmth of which to this day holds me safe?
Are you my Father and me your son?
Are you the one who must have taught me through your vast wisdom, to lead my life - humble and strong?
Are you my Lover and me your beloved?
Are you the one who must have understood me with your unending patience?
Are you the damsel with whom I must have taken an oath, that no force is strong enough to do us apart?
Are you my Friend and me yours?
Are you the one with whom I must have played the many games and shared everything under the sun?
Are you to me what you say you are?
Darling Child, Son, Lover, Friend, Brother and many more...
If that be true, then forgive me please,
Helpless I am, unable to recall any of these.
I just know about a moment of intense pain,
Not a thing before that and nothing thereafter.
With gratitude I thank the hand that holds me now,
Someday soon I will be able to remember it all too.

- T S Sudarshan [ 10 March 2007 ]

Expression

Words, please don't fail me;
Voice, just don't abandon me;
Fear, don't come close to me;
Courage, do stay with me;
As I want to freely express,
The Laughing child in me.

- T S Sudarshan [ 1 March 2007 ]

Formless Love Formed

Formless I am,
Yet you see me in many forms.
I arise in you and all around,
Rosy red and ebony black.
I am present in a mother's sweet kiss,
In a father's harsh beating too I exist.
In a beast I live dormant,
Mute to his daily torment.
Inside an angel I overflow,
Radiant in her afterglow.
I am the melodious music of the gurgling stream,
Wreathing dance in the moonshine breeze am I.
I give the weak their strength,
Of me the tough too turn meek.
Beseeching me many wars are fought,
Seeking me many lost their sane thought.
From me numerous emotions arise,
As the hate too is my own progeny.
I make you laugh when sad,
And cry when you are happy.
I dissolve away all your pricking pain,
Manifold I increase your joyous gain.
Due to me the poison tastes sweet,
Hell too, I transform into paradise.
I dwell in the glorious idols of sanctum shrines,
You look for me in all these inanimate things.
I am your light in the utter darkness,
I support you at the ebb your lowtide.
I hold you safe in the deepest abyss,
I stand by you at your crowning apex.
I am the creator and in me is the destroyer,
I am the undying Love in your tender heart.

- T S Sudarshan [ 1 March 2007 ]

Destitute

Unwanted by all and noone mine,
I am to others, Scum of the earth.
Forgotten to this icy world of ice,
I am destiny's child left stranded.
Even the most loyal friend of mankind,
Barks at me with insentient disdain.
Empty hands, raiment of rags,
My naked heart, bereft of hope.
The child in me thirsts for love,
Ears of mine seek a kind word.
Hard bedrock of ground is my cozy bed,
Vast blue sky is the shelter over my head.
I dream a dream of being one among you,
For I am a lonely, undesired destitute.

- T S Sudarshan [ 1 March 2007 ]

Light & Dark

Embrace this transient darkness,
Bygone dusk heralds a novel dawn.
Where's the light and what's the gain?

- T S Sudarshan [ 22 Feb 2007 ]

Poison

I - the last desparate refuge,
In your defiant act of profanity.
I am as clear as water,
And as sweet as honey,
Touching the rosy wet lips,
That smiled in bliss long ago,
Sliding down the very throat,
That had sung a happy song,
Quicker than the blink of an eye,
Mightier than your power of will,
Into you I enter with infernal wings,
And the last whiff of hope goes out.
Once you were life and now no more,
For I am the very kiss of ebony death.

- T S Sudarshan [ 18 Feb 2007 ]

A Poet's Confession

These may be just words phrased,
In the many lines of this very page.
For some it makes no sense,
Or be of any consequence,
Yet I dare to paint a painting too many,
With the colours of profound imagination,
On this vast canvas of your heart and mind,
So that you can see and live a moment,
Through the artistic eyes of poetry.

- T S Sudarshan [ 18 Feb 2007 ]

Speak

You speak and let me just listen,
For, after ages your satin smooth voice,
Titillates my Soul.

- T S Sudarshan [ 17 Feb 2007 ]

Sayonara

Sayonara

Sayonara, my dearest bird,
Harbinger of the purest quality worthy unto me,
Mellowed, I cry for you.

- T S Sudarshan [ 16 Feb 2007 ]

Prostitute!

Prostitute!

What glory do you find,
Quenching the fiery lust of men,
Wretched are these men's thoughts,
Who procreate in voluptuous disdain.
You sold this satin body at his behest,
To beget that insignificant fortune to live,
Blasphemous this may seem,
For you are his own child too.
Society's veiled object of desire are you,
Shuns you to its very brink - an outcast.
The very act that's so sacred,
Is painted by the devil dark,
Yet I see your unblemished soul - lotus,
Aren't you for this world a prostitute?

- T S Sudarshan [ 16 Feb 2007 ]

King of Beasts

King of Beasts

Awoken by the gentle rays at dawn,
Den by the sides of the serene pond,
Striding in search of an easy game,
My growl heralds a death snare.
I see thou, the weakest link,
Amongst thine very kind,
Run for thy dearest life,
As this sprint is the last for thee.
Gut instinct drives my every move,
Thou art nothing but a sumptuous meal,
Tender flesh, juicy blood,
A feast for my voracious belly.
Bow down thy last breath unto me,
For I am "The Ultimate King of Beasts".

- T S Sudarshan [ 15 Feb 2007 ]

Eternal Optimist

Eternal Optimist

An eternal optimist - I stood there,
As the incessant time passed by.
At the doors of innocuous hope,
Waiting for the one to complete me.
Competing against the mocking fate,
Deprived of a felicitous destiny.
This sacrilege of the velvet dreams within,
Broken to smithereens, piece by part,
And scattered across the bygone path,
Rusting away to obscured nihility.
Where art thou? Fairy angel of salvation,
Pick these tiny bits from the crimson dust,
And stitch them back with a magic touch.
Resurrect me from the auburn ash of phoenix,
So that I soar to the celestial stars up above.

- T S Sudarshan [ 15 Feb 2007 ]

To my Team...

To my Team...

I entered the company as a fresher,
No idea about any work pressure.
But the scintillating atmosphere,
Left no space for any inhibiting fear.

The grey matter inside my head;
Will earn me, my daily bread.
For this I must balance my act on thin thread,
As I have to go a long way ahead.

It is a joy to work in my team,
Everyone united under a single theme.
There is a lot for me to learn from them,
Each one is an invaluable gem.

Colleagues who bond as a friend,
Dedication to work has no visible end.
By accomplishing the herculean task,
The finest Subexian kind unmask.

Many are the customer's demand,
Some may be hard to understand.
But we'll show them where we stand,
Ready to fight for a success grand.

Many months of arduous toil,
Umpteen nights of burning midnight oil,
This is the project's hour of need,
So that the best laid plans succeed.

We believe in being the best,
Not to be one among the rest.
No matter how hard they test,
"We are the Champions in this Quest".

- T S Sudarshan
[ 13 Feb 2007 ]

Nature - The Best Teacher

Nature - The Best Teacher

Flawless are the ways of nature,
Divine creation of gigantic stature.
Gentle and caring as a mother,
She is the life's best teacher.

Subtle and indirect is the nature's principle;
Yet, learning the lessons are very simple.
In silence dawns the sense of freedom,
Invaluable are these pearls of wisdom.

From earth we came and to her we go;
Through the life's journey, on her we grow.
Each part of earth shares something wise;
Enlightened by these, a new era will arise.

Moon is not flawlessly perfect;
Accepting the scars, she has no regret.
As her matchless beauty,
Is the source of everyone's envy.

Human mind is like the moon,
You better realize this soon.
The bright side is all that you see;
The other is hidden, shrouded in mystery.

What you see is just an iceberg's tip.
For the whole you must take an icy dip.
To understand a person is not that simple,
Nor it is easy like a smiley dimple.

Roaring waves in motion at the seashore,
Enact a fact of life you must not ignore.
What goes up should come down,
Those caught unawares will all drown.

Winged birds fly very high,
For miles in the vast blue sky.
But never forget where they stand,
As the ground is where they'll all land.

From sand learn the secret of a relation,
In the heart will blossom a sense of elation.
Grab tightly with force and away it flows,
Hold gently with respect and it'll stay close.

Bliss is like a butterfly.
Go behind it; it flies high.
Catch hold of it; it will die.
But leave it free;
It will descend on thee.

Thoughts are like a floating cloud,
Inside the mind they often crowd.
Be unfazed by either pleasure or torture,
Just realize their transient nature.

No matter how big is a tree,
It shelters all for free.
The tree stays connected to its root,
Each part bearing a precious fruit.

Serene and calm is the humble water's norm,
Flexible to take up any container's form.
Flowing water is dynamic and strong,
All the way singing their melodious song.

Murky lakes are where the lotus blossom,
Yet their radiant beauty is so awesome.
They change their surrounding ambience,
With just their simple presence.

Laws of nature are for all to abide,
No privilege for some to hide.
For as long as a person lives,
The nature never forgives.

- T S Sudarshan
[ 12 Feb 2007 ]

Tribute to Her - My Valentine

Tribute to Her - My Valentine

My tribute to angelic love,
A blessing from the Almighty above.
I found her, who is very special,
She - A priceless, gorgeous damsel.

Her beautiful eyes look like almond.
Her jovial heart made of diamond.
Her flowing hair as smooth as silk.
Her perfectly crafted teeth as white as milk.

It is very hard to find,
A person of this kind.
Now she is my friend,
And that she'll be till the end.

I, who knew nothing about love,
What is it that I had to prove?
In the whisper of her silence,
I discovered the bliss of divine ambience.

Love is a beautiful art,
That arises in the tender heart.
When a cupid shoots a magical dart,
It unites two souls that are apart.

How do you know she is your soul's mate?
If you have been a slave of your own fate.
Be one with your soul before it's too late,
Only then both can unite in a cosmic state.

If being in love is a madness,
Then let me have it in excess.
For hidden is a nectar sweet,
It transends even the heavenly treat.

For some love is only a dream,
For many it is a midnight scream.
For others love is just a play,
But for me it is the life's way.

Crimson love might be selfish,
Praying to grant my every wish.
But without her acceptance,
These things would just make no sense.

With time they say wounds heal,
With patience you get life's best deal.
No matter how strong I feel,
I don't want to manipulate her freewill.

This confession, it must be heard,
I tried to cage my love bird.
I forgot that she too has dreams,
Free to fly with crimson wings.

I made an unbreakable vow,
To never propose my love.
It is a seed that I sow,
So she can fly free as a dove.

As time flows by like a meandering river,
I will love her in this way forever.
Now I have nothing to fear,
In my heart she'll stay very dear.

In the realm of my innocent dream,
We both make an awesome team.
But will she ever be mine?
MY SWEET VALENTINE...


- T. S. Sudarshan,
[ 11 Feb 2007 - A dedication to Valentine's day (14 Feb) ]

Just a Day to Live!

Just a Day to Live!

 

Come on! Come On! Wake up.
Give yourself a good shake up.
Hurry! Hurry! Wake up.
Wash away the lazy make up.
Before it is too late!

Rise with a happy yawn,
Like the bright sun at dawn.
With just a day to live,
What is it that you want to give?
Before it is too late!

Don’t be enslaved by what fate has to offer,
As a part of your life’s coffer!
Break free from all shackles with great valour,
Be your destiny’s own master.
Before it is too late!

Untrained mind is a mad monkey,
It keeps jumping from tree to tree.
Control the mind with the power of will,
As a good servant, it shall serve you well.
Before it is too late!

Develop a wit as sharp as an eagle’s eye,
Train a tongue that shall never lie,
Lead a life guided by simplicity,
Have a character marked by humility.
Before it is too late!

Horror spawned by negative creed,
Jealousy fuelled by monstrous greed,
Burn them away by positive seed,
Angelic love replacing demonic hate’s need.
Before it is too late!

All kin who are very near,
Loved ones whom you hold dear,
Show them how much you care,
It is really not an impossible dare.
Before it is too late!

Work like there is no tomorrow.
Laugh like you have never seen sorrow.
Forgive like there was no yesterday.
Love like there will be no other day.
Before it is too late!

Sing to the rhythm of the heart,
This is not at all very hard.
Dance to the beat of the heart,
That is the easiest part.
Before it is too late!

In a day, at least once,
Seek solace in silence.
Show yourself gratitude,
Rejoice in solitude.
Before it is too late!

A Seer spake from the Alter,
Heed to the words of the Elder.
If ignored like an untilled land full of weed,
In the heart and mind is sown a poisonous seed.
And it will be too late!

Decades down the lane,
Supported by a bamboo cane,
A body no longer agile,
Houses a mind that is all senile!
Is it too late?

Hoping for a change in fate,
At the dusk of life’s date,
When you are at heaven’s gate,
Don’t repent, as it is too late!
Just Too Late!!!


- T. S. Sudarshan.
[3rd January 2007]

A Wish for Her

A Wish for Her

Hey monsoon breeze,
Blow away her unease.
Hey weather of change,
Stop being so strange!
Hey milky moon,
Give her a silky boon,
So she can recover soon.
Hey twinkling stars of the sky,
Let her fly.
Hey fever,
Touch her never.
Hey gentle night,
See that she sleeps tight,
Just like a baby.
Hey silvery cloud,
Wish her aloud…
Good night and sweet dreams.

- T. S. Sudarshan.
[30th June 2006]