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 ]
Monday, August 27, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 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 ]
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 ]
Thursday, March 01, 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 ]
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 ]
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 ]
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 ]
Thursday, February 22, 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 ]
Bygone dusk heralds a novel dawn.
Where's the light and what's the gain?
- T S Sudarshan [ 22 Feb 2007 ]
Monday, February 19, 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 ]
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 ]
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 ]
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Friday, February 16, 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?
- TS Sudarshan [ 16 Feb 2007 ]
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
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".
- TS Sudarshan [ 15 Feb 2007 ]
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
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.
- TS Sudarshan [ 15 Feb 2007 ]
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
Wednesday, February 14, 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".
- TS Sudarshan
[ 13 Feb 2007 ]
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
[ 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.
- TS Sudarshan
[ 12 Feb 2007 ]
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
[ 12 Feb 2007 ]
Sunday, February 11, 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) ]
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) ]
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
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]
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
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]
Thursday, May 04, 2006
LOVER'S LAMENT
LOVER'S LAMENT
This is the Lover’s Lament,
Not any poet’s monotonous comment.
From murky depths of depression to ecstasy,
Stark realism masked by milky fantasy.
I was a happy single,
Enjoying life’s innocent giggle.
Oh! What’s with this Love?
Love! It’s the Satan’s Sin.
There she was at the matchmaker’s inn,
An amazingly gorgeous Siren,
She would be any lover’s pride,
Seeing her even the angels deserved to hide.
I was stuck by the thunderous lightening,
Even the thought of it seems so very frightening.
She stole away my heart,
My most sensuous part.
Not heeding to my friend’s objection,
Leaving behind the fear of rejection,
I went to propose,
Hoping against hope she wouldn’t oppose.
On Gia’s lap there’s a heaven,
Aptly named seventy seven.
I was on cloud number nine,
The day she said she’d be mine,
Mine forever.
Forever too has an end,
With tears I had to send,
My sweetheart;
She seems so near,
Yet she’s so very far.
A lady’s subliminal mind,
Reasoning nowhere to find,
Just her seed of dubious doubt,
Left me distraught.
My vendetta on this blunder,
In the tender heart there’s a splinter,
For having failed to agree,
On the Lover’s decree.
Demons rising from the scorching hell,
Extinguishing the bliss’ candle.
Vengeance is mine, so I begin
Unleashing the ferocious beast within.
Now I’m calm in this turbulent storm,
A child’s cute love feels so very warm.
Is this my delusion?
Or is it the life’s big illusion.
Why does this happen to me?
Is it my damn fate?
My only Love,
Will be my only Hate!
Love is but just a dream,
Never the life’s rosy cream.
Yet till the breath lasts,
Just that is enough.
Why do I even persist?
One fine day this too shall cease to exist.
An unmarked grave,
Buries away the human’s last crave.
At a grave long forgotten,
A past never even spoken,
The masses try to recap,
Seeing the tombstone’s epitaph:
"He LOVED!
Till he LIVED"
Not any poet’s monotonous comment.
From murky depths of depression to ecstasy,
Stark realism masked by milky fantasy.
I was a happy single,
Enjoying life’s innocent giggle.
Oh! What’s with this Love?
Love! It’s the Satan’s Sin.
There she was at the matchmaker’s inn,
An amazingly gorgeous Siren,
She would be any lover’s pride,
Seeing her even the angels deserved to hide.
I was stuck by the thunderous lightening,
Even the thought of it seems so very frightening.
She stole away my heart,
My most sensuous part.
Not heeding to my friend’s objection,
Leaving behind the fear of rejection,
I went to propose,
Hoping against hope she wouldn’t oppose.
On Gia’s lap there’s a heaven,
Aptly named seventy seven.
I was on cloud number nine,
The day she said she’d be mine,
Mine forever.
Forever too has an end,
With tears I had to send,
My sweetheart;
She seems so near,
Yet she’s so very far.
A lady’s subliminal mind,
Reasoning nowhere to find,
Just her seed of dubious doubt,
Left me distraught.
My vendetta on this blunder,
In the tender heart there’s a splinter,
For having failed to agree,
On the Lover’s decree.
Demons rising from the scorching hell,
Extinguishing the bliss’ candle.
Vengeance is mine, so I begin
Unleashing the ferocious beast within.
Now I’m calm in this turbulent storm,
A child’s cute love feels so very warm.
Is this my delusion?
Or is it the life’s big illusion.
Why does this happen to me?
Is it my damn fate?
My only Love,
Will be my only Hate!
Love is but just a dream,
Never the life’s rosy cream.
Yet till the breath lasts,
Just that is enough.
Why do I even persist?
One fine day this too shall cease to exist.
An unmarked grave,
Buries away the human’s last crave.
At a grave long forgotten,
A past never even spoken,
The masses try to recap,
Seeing the tombstone’s epitaph:
"He LOVED!
Till he LIVED"
- T. S. Sudarshan. [May 2006]
MY PRECIOUS!
MY PRECIOUS!
Are you really serious?
The consequence of my innocence:
It is the life’s providence.
Oh! My sweet, beautiful Granny,
Thank you for being my nanny.
I always had my way,
To send you a happy ray.
Now that I have known,
Things previously unknown,
I, an actor in a small role,
Sends a sincere wish to your Soul.
A wish from dad,
Wouldn’t be that bad.
A blessing from mom,
Would’ve made me feel so warm.
Oh! They forgot,
Fighting their demigod.
But let me give them a kiss full of bliss,
Which they should never ever miss.
Papa dearest,
These, I say in earnest,
You are the best,
Larger than Everest.
I’m mesmerized by your charm,
An anchor in life’s brutal storm.
You are there to protect.
My life’s Architect!
Mother’s bosom of Love,
The most precious treasure trove.
Her heavenly warm lap,
Perfect for a cosy nap.
Months as long as nine,
She withstands all the pain.
Her womb as pure as lotus,
Cares for the gentle foetus.
An angel on earth,
She is mine since birth.
Not realizing her worth,
I caused a lot of hurt.
I sincerely apologize,
For, I now realize,
All her selfless sacrifice,
For the sake of my happiness.
Oh! My Precious,
I’m vivacious.
A happy visage,
In a mystic mirage,
You’re mine…
Mine forever!!!
- T. S. Sudarshan. [May 2006]
NATURE
NATURE
I wanted today to be a sunny day,
in a funny way.
But the depression of the bay
brings in clouds happy and gay.
Look dear! The beautiful rain,
why should I even complain?
Listen to the cloud’s clasp of thunder.
Wow! What a wonder.
This is in no way a blunder.
It is just the nature, in all its splendour.
The sultry summer,
It causes all to simmer.
The shooting temperature,
Sucks away all the moisture,
At the cost of one’s composure.
The chilly winter;
Freezes away all the water,
And it makes the world an icy platter.
It also gives me the shiver,
And racks the bones off center.
The times of autumn,
Makes trees look like phantom.
Look at the fallen dead leaf.
There is no room for any mischief.
For, the nature never forgives.
The season of spring,
Gives reason for birds to sing.
The nature, all in green,
Everything looks so very clean.
There is such humility,
In nature’s flawless quality.
Without any hint of vanity,
In her amazing beauty.
Her Majesty!
She looks very pretty,
With impeccable clarity.
It is a real mystery,
To look at the magnanimity,
Of the eternal Almighty
And his awesome creativity.
in a funny way.
But the depression of the bay
brings in clouds happy and gay.
Look dear! The beautiful rain,
why should I even complain?
Listen to the cloud’s clasp of thunder.
Wow! What a wonder.
This is in no way a blunder.
It is just the nature, in all its splendour.
The sultry summer,
It causes all to simmer.
The shooting temperature,
Sucks away all the moisture,
At the cost of one’s composure.
The chilly winter;
Freezes away all the water,
And it makes the world an icy platter.
It also gives me the shiver,
And racks the bones off center.
The times of autumn,
Makes trees look like phantom.
Look at the fallen dead leaf.
There is no room for any mischief.
For, the nature never forgives.
The season of spring,
Gives reason for birds to sing.
The nature, all in green,
Everything looks so very clean.
There is such humility,
In nature’s flawless quality.
Without any hint of vanity,
In her amazing beauty.
Her Majesty!
She looks very pretty,
With impeccable clarity.
It is a real mystery,
To look at the magnanimity,
Of the eternal Almighty
And his awesome creativity.
-T. S. Sudarshan. [May 2006]
Chaos Theory!
Chaos Theory!
I’m no big a poet,
These are things I just create,
So that it can generate,
A mind’s portrait!
There is total confusion,
Without any conclusion,
Coz, I didn’t heed to my intuition.
But don’t know for what reason,
I worry about the repercussion.
Life is in utter mess,
Everything coming in excess,
Weary of all the fuss,
Boss! I’m at a big loss.
This isn’t the first,
That I’m all lost.
Not knowing the cost,
I need to pay at the most,
So that when all this is past,
I don’t end up being the last.
In this quest,
For the treasure’s chest,
The life’s real big test,
I have no rest.
There is no sleep,
Listening to my heart weep,
Some things are mine to keep,
For, what I sow is what I reap.
I went driving in the rain,
dissolving away all the pain,
it was not in vain,
because the gain,
Is that I’m still sane.
There are loads to do,
Things coming out of the blue,
But I’ve no clue,
Stuck like a glue,
No where to move.
I’m stuck.
Things just suck.
Where’s the lady Luck?
She just doesn’t pass me the buck.
These are things I just create,
So that it can generate,
A mind’s portrait!
There is total confusion,
Without any conclusion,
Coz, I didn’t heed to my intuition.
But don’t know for what reason,
I worry about the repercussion.
Life is in utter mess,
Everything coming in excess,
Weary of all the fuss,
Boss! I’m at a big loss.
This isn’t the first,
That I’m all lost.
Not knowing the cost,
I need to pay at the most,
So that when all this is past,
I don’t end up being the last.
In this quest,
For the treasure’s chest,
The life’s real big test,
I have no rest.
There is no sleep,
Listening to my heart weep,
Some things are mine to keep,
For, what I sow is what I reap.
I went driving in the rain,
dissolving away all the pain,
it was not in vain,
because the gain,
Is that I’m still sane.
There are loads to do,
Things coming out of the blue,
But I’ve no clue,
Stuck like a glue,
No where to move.
I’m stuck.
Things just suck.
Where’s the lady Luck?
She just doesn’t pass me the buck.
I should’ve used my common sense,
To realise the existence,
Of this present tense.
But, now it makes absolutely no sense,
For life is just nonsense.
I set sail in the breezy wind,
Pushing myself through the daily grind,
Damn! This fickle mind,
It just got stuck in another quicksand,
Someone pass me a magic wand,
So that I can withstand,
This life which has no END!
- T. S. Sudarshan [May 2006]
An Innocent Dream
An Innocent Dream
You are afraid,
afraid to get hurt.
No trust in Love,
The Love in thee.
Let bygones be bygones.
Such things shouldn't beset you ever.
Strange are the ways of heart yonder,
Breakth to yoke, a real wonder.
I believed not in Love,
Love? Hah! Just some nonsense.
Funny a thing like this should happen to me,
a Cupid's arrow to hit me, to hit me hard and glee.
Oh, My God!
The more I tried to forget,
the more strength it gained.
Not knowing what to do to not regret,
that weakness, it greatly pained.
You are fine the way you are,
and I'll Love you just the way you are.
You don't have to change a thing,
for I ask nothing more than your Love & glee.
Oh! The irony, this better not hurt thee.
I don't promise a thing.
A thing as eternal glee exists not.
At times there shall be sadness, ups & downs to accept.
And there shall be no madness, when I say:
" Joy and sorrow go hand in hand,
And United we shall stand."
Guided by the lonely voice within,
A wanderer's soft voice speakth out loud,
"If I don't ask you now, when it is young,
I shall regret, life long."
Just close your Beautiful eyes.
Away from the world as cold as Ice,
and ask within:
"A Lover or a Friend?"
A choice, yours to make...
A voice; let it not break.
You deserve only the best
And I' am better best than the rest.
You need time?
The time shall wait...
Just a few days of meaningful life is worth more thence,
than decades of meaningless existence.
I know it takes more than just being nice.
But I' am left with no other choice,
except to ask you one last time:
"Will you be mine?"
Mine Forever!
afraid to get hurt.
No trust in Love,
The Love in thee.
Let bygones be bygones.
Such things shouldn't beset you ever.
Strange are the ways of heart yonder,
Breakth to yoke, a real wonder.
I believed not in Love,
Love? Hah! Just some nonsense.
Funny a thing like this should happen to me,
a Cupid's arrow to hit me, to hit me hard and glee.
Oh, My God!
The more I tried to forget,
the more strength it gained.
Not knowing what to do to not regret,
that weakness, it greatly pained.
You are fine the way you are,
and I'll Love you just the way you are.
You don't have to change a thing,
for I ask nothing more than your Love & glee.
Oh! The irony, this better not hurt thee.
I don't promise a thing.
A thing as eternal glee exists not.
At times there shall be sadness, ups & downs to accept.
And there shall be no madness, when I say:
" Joy and sorrow go hand in hand,
And United we shall stand."
Guided by the lonely voice within,
A wanderer's soft voice speakth out loud,
"If I don't ask you now, when it is young,
I shall regret, life long."
Just close your Beautiful eyes.
Away from the world as cold as Ice,
and ask within:
"A Lover or a Friend?"
A choice, yours to make...
A voice; let it not break.
You deserve only the best
And I' am better best than the rest.
You need time?
The time shall wait...
Just a few days of meaningful life is worth more thence,
than decades of meaningless existence.
I know it takes more than just being nice.
But I' am left with no other choice,
except to ask you one last time:
"Will you be mine?"
Mine Forever!
- T. S. Sudarshan [May 2006]
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