Las Palabras de Silencio!

Las Palabras de Silencio!
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mírame en mis ojos,
ellos son la puerta de mi corazón.
escúchame... escucha mi voz,
ella es la ventana de mi razón.
si soy un caballo que va correr,
buscando la luna hermosura,
la luna favorita del cielo,
la guapa de nuestra madrugada!...
tu eres esta luna que me buscando,
tu eres la guapa belleza muy especial,
que nunca antes ha sido y nunca lo será.
tu eres el único que puede reinar en el caballo salvaje en mí.
creer y tener fe en mí, en mis palabras que te digo,
a veces muy buena a ser verdad,
muy dulce que existe en la realidad,
pero todo que me te digo están las palabras del silencio,
que están mejor vida en nuestra realidad
en vez de vivir solo en mi voz o en nuestros sueños
y es mi promesa a tí que estos serán la verdad en realidad!

- Sudarshan [18-Mar-2012]

así es la vida mi corazón...

así es la vida mi corazón...
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así es la vida mi corazón...
es un juego del fuego con el frío del nieve y nube...
un poco bueno... un poco malo...
un poco belleza... un poco feo...
un poco feliz... un poco triste...
un poco de la sonrisa... un poco de la lágrima...
un poco de reír... un poco de llorar...
un poco del amor... un poco del odio...
un poco de la amistad... un poco de la enemistad...
un poco de la unión... un poco de la separación...
un poco del aumento... un poco de la caída...
un poco del triunfo... un poco de la pérdida...
poco poco de menos...
poco poco de más...
poco poco de todo...
así se llama la vida mi corazón...
solo que puede recordar...
solo que puede vivir en este momento...
entonces vamos a vivir la vida como nunca ha vivido...
es más bello a recordar que la vida es un carnaval...
y dame tu mejor sonrisa porque así me gusta la cara tuya. :)

- (Sud)arshan [31 Oct 2011]

SMILE :)

SMILE :)

The beauty of a Real Rose,
Lies in its hypnotic fragrance,
In the smoothness of its touch,
Devoid of all this a paper rose will be.

Laugh if you are truly Happy,
Smile if you are at Bliss,
Cry if it makes you feel better,
Scream to let go your pain.

But to Smile, to wear a Mask -
Thinking others will not see you cry,
The world may get fooled,
But those true to you,
Will always see you through.

If that which was once in your life,
Went away without even saying goodbye,
Without even trying to stay by your side,
Very painful it may be but do rejoice,
That was not meant to be the best for You.

Your most beautiful smile can't fool me,
If in your heart there is a tear,
Your enchanting laughter can't hide from me -
The pain that you go through.

Come and share with me your pain,
I promise you it will not go in Vain,
From the bank of bliss, I will quadruple your Joy
And never give an opportunity for you to cry.

Remember that you are the darling child of the Divine,
You have every right and deserve to be truly Happy,
Your Guardian Angel - I shall be watching out for you,
And never again let such thoughts arise in you-
"and even if it kills me- I’m going to smile...."

- T. S. Sudarshan. [10-Aug-2011]

Honganasu (Kannada)

My IF

Disclaimer: This is one poem which is not my original work. This is put up in my blog as a DEDICATION. This will be the only poem from another person on my blog. The original 'IF' was written by Rudyard Kipling and I have only modified his poem to 1st person, in the way I feel that poem inspiring in me every moment of life. The original 'IF' will be posted as a comment to this post.

My IF

If I can keep my head when all about mine

Are losing theirs and blaming it on me;

If I can trust myself when all men doubt me,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If I can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If I can dream - and not make dreams my master;

If I can think - and not make thoughts my aim;

If I can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If I can bear to hear the truth I've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things I gave my life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If I can make one heap of all my winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at my beginnings

And never breathe a word about my loss;

If I can force my heart and nerve and sinew

To serve my turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in me

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If I can talk with crowds and keep my virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt me;

If all men count with me, but none too much;

If I can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Mine is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - I'll be a Man my God!

—  T. S. Sudarshan.[Changed to 1^st Person,  Original by R. Kipling]

Felicidad Mía

Felicidad Mía

Me siento feliz porque -

no tengo ninguna preocupación;

tengo buena imaginación;

no tengo ningún problema;

tengo las soluciones aprisa;

tengo la esperanza en mi alma;

tengo una buena sonrisa;

tengo un corazón muy contento;

tengo los mejores amigos del mundo;

tengo el amor sincero en mi vida;

tengo sueños que nunca se parada.

Al final, sera soy yo hasta siempre - sin cera,

Como un arcángel del amor y la guarda en esta era.

- T. S. Sudarshan. [01 Septiembre 2010]

¡A mi Cuba!

¡A mi Cuba!

Bienvenidos a Cuba,

La isla bonita,

Aquí no hay pensamientos lógicos,

Solo hay momentos mágicos.

La gente del mundo están

Tomando, fumando, bailando, nadando,

Tal vez tu también debes disfrútalo,

Porque el tiempo acá es un cabrón,

Se va corriendo y acaba muy rápido.

Aquí todas las chicas quieren bailar,

Con los chicos que saben bailar.

Entonces nos vamos aprender los bailes,

E iremos a las discotecas en las noches calientes.

Allá voy a buscar una guapa y le digo-

Apúrate... Yo no sé mañana,

Pero en este momento que tengo,

Si estas conmigo, estaré contigo.

Bésame, tiéntame, tócame, siénteme, ámame,

Porque no hay tiempo acá para los perdedores.

Casi todos los extranjeros están triste la primera vez, 

Pero acá hay algo especial en el aire, 

Que cuando regresaron a sus países 

Todos lloran por volver pronto otra vez, 

Porque para la amistad y disfrutar no hay otro lugar más libre.

Cómo puedo decirlo,

Cómo puedo olvidarla,

Cómo puedo continuar mi vida,

¡Siempre te amo mi Cuba!

- T. S. Sudarshan. [28 August 2010]

Lonely Spirit

Lonely Spirit

I've been that lonely leaf,

Getting blown away by the lofty breeze,

Will the leaf have any choice?

Except to follow the only voice!

I've been quenched of my thirst,

Like dewdrops at the morning's first,

Upon the lonely cactus of the desert,

For it surely seems like a lovely dessert!

I've been like that lonely fruit upon a tree,

What would the fruit do when the tree sets it free?

Except to plummet straight to the ground,

Sowing seeds for another generation to come around!

I've been that lonely bird in the sky,

What would the bird do in the flock flying high?

With the tired feathery wings needing rest,

The bird will surely return to its cozy nest!

I've been that lonely lantern of the dark night,

Guiding all to safety with my light of sight,

The lantern cannot be selfish to not give,

As sharing its nature is the way for it to live!

I've been like many of these lonely souls,

Doing what had to be done in my many roles,

But as long as my Spirit is pure, wild & free,

I believe I have nothing at all to worry!!!

- T. S. Sudarshan. [02 August 2010]

Nest

Nest

If a bird flies away from its nest,

It rarely returns back to the same,

If it knows that the nest is empty,

And there is nothing to look forward to.

So if there is a bird in your own nest,

Give it space & all the love you have,

Let it know that there is something it can come back to,

Or just let it fly away for it seeks a nest that is full.

- T. S. Sudarshan. [02 August 2010]

A ti, mi amor…

A ti, mi amor…

Yo voy a escribir un poema ahorita y puede ser, cantaré para ti también...

Escúchame...

El aire de esta noche es mágico,

Cuídate porque esto no es lógico.

Te daré muchos besos en tu boca y cara,

Porque tú eres mi princesa muy preciosa.

Siénteme...

Mi feliz corazón es tuyo solamente,

Y tu bonita sonrisa es mía por siempre.

Nunca, nunca es posible que yo te olvide,

Y este sentimiento, nada puede cambiarlo.

Recuérdame...

No sé qué puede pasar mañana,

Pero yo sé qué debo hacer ahora.

Entonces, creo que en este momento,

Tú debes olvidar las cosas tristes del mundo.

Y después……

Oye...

Nos iremos a la mejor discoteca,

Cuando la noche esté más oscura,

Juntos bailaremos rumba y salsa,

Cha, cha, cha... cha, cha, cha,

Creo que tenemos la mejor vida ahora.

Mira...

Nos iremos a jugar y a ser románticos en la playa,

Cuando la luna en el cielo esté muy linda,

Tú y yo con las estrellas de la madrugada,

A mi me gustaría mucho que tú fueras mía.

Al final, esta será la verdad...

!"Te amaré por siempre"!

- T. S. Sudarshan. (Alfredo Sudarchan del Oriente).

[Yo terminé escribiendo esto, al día de 2 Junio del 2010].

A Midnight Spark

 A Midnight Spark

A night, a dream,

Beneath the shiny guiding star.

A light, a sign,

Hope I have not crossed too far.

Irony of the current generation,

Which exists in many a nation,

If it continues in this fashion,

Then our future has no extension.

We have built many things to ease our life,

Giving an illusion that we are safe,

Yet fear exists in our heart,

Needing us to be very alert.

Many things to make this world a small place,

Yet distanced ourselves in many ways,

Are we making this world a paradise?

Or into a cold desert of ice?

Humankind reached the moon,

May be to other planets very soon.

Yet we have hardly stepped into our neighbourhood,

And united as one species we have never stood.

We unravelled the secrets of history,

But the essence of life to many,

Still remains hidden in a veil of mystery,

Like those droplets of sweat behind every penny.

For us it is so easy to openly hate,

And we place trust in others very late.

For us it is tough to be freely in love,

Always trying to sabotage the white dove.

We kill each other in the name of one's God,

Claiming our faith has the purest overlord.

We fight with others over a promised land,

An eden from where all infidels are banned.

Are we not the same beneath our skin,

Made of blood and held by bones?

Does that not make us all akin,

Underneath all the diversifying overtones?

Oh! when will we grow out of this cocoon,

Towards the life replenishing nectar's boon,

I hope it will be a day very soon,

Before our eternal night of the no-moon.

Salvation of this world lies in every nation,

And for a nation it must start within each mansion,

But a mansion is made of an individual person,

So let me clean myself with full fervor & passion.

Let me fill till the brim each heart's chalice,

With the cream of love and the essence of life.

With no room for the seeds of hate intending malice,

All the pristine buds of spring shall blossom safe.

Many forms and words of expression,

Distorted in idiosyncrasies of culture & nation,

Their virginity still alive in dream land,

Like the essence of a rock is still in sand.

I wish to see these dreams the same way,

When I am asleep every night,

So that I can make them real during the day,

When I wake up to the shiny light.

But tomorrow I may cease to exist,

Yet these words of mine will continue to persist,

Because I am a tiny little midnight spark,

And the fire I ignite will surely leave its mark.

- T. S. Sudarshan. [26 March 2010].

You - Red Rose

You - Red Rose

You are sitting beside me,

Looking so beautiful & happy.

I am lost for words,

To express how I feel right now.

- T. S. Sudarshan.

[ 26 Sept. 2009 ; Taberna de la Muralla en Plaza Vieja, La Habana, Cuba ]

A Song of Hope

A Song of Hope

I came to this beautiful island

On a mission to succeed in,

Leaving everything my very own

Back in my Motherland.

How I wish I could talk

With all my folks back at home,

Everyday and Everynight,

I miss them a lot all the time.

But somethings are not meant to be

And this is just one of them.

I see a lot of faces over here,

Just like those at my home,

A far away place is from where I come.

They all love having fun,

Talking anything to everything.

They all talk in their tongue,

Which is something new to me.

They all laugh, they all joke,

When they are in a group.

If only I could understand,

What they mean when they speak.

For now, I just nod & smile with them,

Just to keep up my happy mood

And for them to feel that I understand.

If only I could make a friend,

In anyone from over here,

With whom I could spend,

Day & night talking sense.

If only I could find a friend,

Who is as young as me.

May be then we could run,

On the beach, on the street.

May be we could dance or sing,

Or do anything beneath the sun

And it will surely be full of fun.

If only I could find a friend,

Who has enough time,

To share some with me.

May be then I will feel lonely no more.

If only my friend could understand

When I speak in my own tongue,

Or have enough patience

Till I learn his or her very own.

Will I meet such a friend?

I really don't know,

I have no clue.

That is something for time to tell,

Until then let me just sing this song

And wait for the special one to come along.

- T. S. Sudarshan. [26 July 2009. In - La Habana, Cuba]

Darkness to Light

Darkness to Light

I began as a traveller in darkness,

On this vast ocean of my life's journey.

I was seeking from the twinkling stars up above,

To show me the unseen shores of my destiny.

Fighting with the brutal tempest,

For the sake of my dreams of Everest,

I continued to sail on this quest,

Which looked to be full of zest.

Night still prevailed around this sea,

Showing many strange things for me to see.

Poison was sweet as honey,

Divine nectar - bitter and tangy.

Some whom I considered my very own,

Showed me that, to them I am just a stranger.

And many who were to me just a stranger,

Showed me that, to them I was their very own.

Not knowing the inner meaning of this irony,

I ran around in confusion; blindly.

Tired of all this I sat down alone,

And let whoever I was to be gone.

In silence it then dawned to me,

At the twilight hour of dawn,

I am you and you are all my very own,

And this whole world is my only one.

A shining light enlightened my path,

Directing me as a magnetic compass needle.

Clouds dissolved as showers of love for my bath,

And my heart was lit up by a bliss candle.

I see you; divinely beautiful pearl,

Strung together in this string of creation.

Knowing you are here with me,

I dance celebrating my jubilation.

The past went by to its grave,

And a bright future awaits the brave,

This moment is all you have,

So be the best of what the divine gave.

Spread more love than you can get,

Others need it as much as you do.

Rise above from darkness to light,

In every end there is a new beginning.

[ T. S. Sudarshan, 22 December 2008 ]

Marriage

Medley of the celestial stars up above,
Indicate a perfect match made in heaven.
In marriage the two souls unite in divine love,
Taking an oath of bonding around the holy fire
To be husband & wife until eternal seven.

T. S. Sudarshan.
[ 28 October 2008 ]

Princess of Dreams

It has been ages since I walked,
The forgotten corridors of my memory.
All those seem so very fresh,
The many chapters of my history.

I was walking all alone beneath a banyan tree,
And by the first light at dawn I saw you.
A glimpse of your radiant beauty enlivened me,
Like the refreshingly fresh sparkling drops of dew.

Melodious medley of violins & saxophones,
In the chambers of my heart they began.
Drenched in the rain of happiness & joy,
Emotions like a wild stallion they freely ran.

Your mesmeric looking beautiful sapphire eyes,
Float around in pearlescent snow seas.
Your long silky hair with ebony black shade,
Flows rhythmically in a wavy cascade.

Ever smiling tender lips in the colour of scarlet,
Are artistically curved like an archer's bow.
Gorgeous dimpled cheeks, from where did you get?
They are satin smooth like the rose petals in a row.

Your euphonic velvety voice,
Resonates like a bamboo flute.
And unbearable is the silence,
At times when you are mute.

Everything about you is perfectly made,
At every moment in me you pervade.
Being unique you are hard to please,
Divine architect's sole masterpiece.

For others you may have been a doll of many means,
But for me you are the Princess of all my dreams,
And I'm the Prince charming on a search mission,
To find you in a castle on the clouds of imagination.

In dreams you are so real,
But in reality you are a dream.
I've looked everywhere with great zeal,
But in vain for the pearl's cream.

Make me wait no more,
You must be somewhere for sure.
Come very soon my dear,
And become one with me forever.
I Love You!!!

T. S. Sudarshan.
[ 28 October 2008 ]

Dis-Illusion

How can I rejoice in this world,
When she mourns and cries the loss of a dear one?
How can I be at peace with ease,
When there are so many broken pieces everywhere?

Would the holy fire of the funeral pyre,
Discriminate the corpse that it burns?
Would the body demand that the coffin be divided
Into physical boundaries for each of its organs,
As one's God is more sacred than the others?

Would a predator or a scavenger,
Discriminate you based on your status or colour?
To them, you are just a sumptuous meal.
Then why do you bias your views against your own brethren,
And shed so much of an innocent blood and tear?

Many civilizations arose and many a war fought,
Many were their immortal gods; or so they thought.
But some went away soon and the rest a bit later.
Now, buried in books they just remain a forgotten past,
And all those mute monuments will also crumble at last.

Nothing in this world is for yours to keep,
What you sow is what you reap.
This world as you see it is a big illusion,
The very next moment is beyond your perception.

Into this world you came naked and empty,
And away from it you shall go the same way.
Just for a moment you will walk on this earth,
And then you repay the debt by turning into dust.
So till this moment lasts, Love One Another...
As nothing transient as you can last forever!

[ T. S. Sudarshan, 16 September 2008 ]

Angel and Me

I see you walking by me as an angel,
That jewel of a smile which is so simple.
Who you are I will never know,
You are that rare breeze
which will only once blow.

Here I am in a shady dark cave,
Watching my inner prisoner's innocent crave.
I must say I am insane or totally brave,
Seeking a felicitous destiny
before I reach my gloomy grave.

An angelic love that is so very precious,
Without it this world would be disastrous.
Hey divine angel it is time for goodbye...
But will there be another crossroad in my life
where we meet again and say Hi?

My reality none will ever come to know,
I live in this moment and the rest is just a show.
In search of tomorrow's delightful dawn here I go,
Sowing the seeds of a beautiful dream and letting it grow.

[ 16 August 2008, T. S. Sudarshan. ]

Smokey Stick!

Burn, burn, burn my cigarrete,
If it really makes you feel great.
Burn, burn, burn my cigarrete,
Smoking it is your chosen fate.

You are trapped in this fatal addiction,
If you believe the white whiff of smoke,
Chases away all ebb feelings of frustration.
And statutory warnings will seem a big joke!

If the red amber tip of that rolled up stick,
Gives you a poison tar ebony black kick,
Then burn; burn me too quick,
The very life in you, I feel sick.

The process has already begun...
The burning of your smokey pyre.
Away from this you better run,
This! Your burning desire.

Rise up from your abyss and shine.
Be strong and everything will be just fine.
Breath in the nature's gift that's nectar pure,
In letting go of your habit lies the cure.

Smell this nature's sweet scented aroma,
Away from all this world's stress and trauma.
A prayer from life's tenderly bosom,
In you let all the happiness blossom.

Replenish me... give life a chance,
Then watch me in a merry making dance.
Come out of your masochistic trance,
And start living with a positive stance.

Remember these words the next time you smoke,
You can choose a healthy life or a deadly stroke.
There is so much in you worthwhile to offer,
Then why let others and yourself suffer?

[ T. S. Sudarshan. 02 August 2008. ]

Lullaby

Let me sing you a lullaby,
The golden sun saying goodbye.
Sleep well my little child,
Dream and you shall find.

Listen! This medley has just begun,
Hustle of the willow wood leaves' jubilation,
Orchestrates a magnificient vying serenade,
For the lady breeze on her serene promenade.

Fairy angel stars with their twinkling lantern,
Dance a million ballet never ever forgotten.
Moon, the gorgeous damsel of the midnight sky,
Majestically sails across the milky way so very high.

Let me sing you a lullaby,
It is time for me to say goodbye,
Heralding dawn unveils your heart's treasure trove,
This cosmos drenched in honey heavenly love.
I Love You!!!

[ T. S. Sudarshan. - 29 July 2008 ]

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) ]