Gracious Nature

She is a Gracious God worshipped by poets like Bharathi and Wordsworth. The treasures of nature are covered by a film of familiarity. She with her cue always instructs some morals or truth to men. But men never understand that she is All-Powerful and they never feel rue for their wrongs done to her. 

Nature :

She rests in a drop of dew,

Couched in a flower new. 

Getting her glance is blessed for few. 

Grace flows from her for souls to view.

She floats along with the sky's elegant cloud, 

Singing elegy for her sinking sun aloud. 

She rushes towards the sea that blew, 

In the guise of air, dancing with waves that glowed.

She stands firm with trees in the queue, 

Painfully bestowing fruits to men as her due. 

She crosses risible men with her cue, 

Worrying for them who never feel rue.

Solitude

Solitude is a bliss for the active mind to ponder over unexplored things. Bacon is of the view that "Great city is a great solitude".I like to give a continuation to his line.."Great solitude is a great company".My poem written in the company of solitude is for u people to relish and to get the company of blissful solitude. 

  Company of Solitude 

Men of letters invite me to mingle, 

Nodding to them, I prefer to be single.

I am single in an aesthetic Jungle,

Where I could hear the river's Jingle. 

The chirping of birds adds to its rhythm.

I feel it deep in my heart's fathom.

Could be well explained in Tamil as "Idham". 

I find it not a phantom.

Here, I never find minds that are fickle. 

Here no noises with a sickle,

Nor wrathful voices to stickle. 

Happy with flowers, though young thorns prickle. 

I came here not just to quiddle.

There rotates in me many a riddle.

I guess them but still in their middle. 

I fried them in my mind's griddle.

 Now I caught the breath of truth, that floats in the air. 

I mingle here in everything that is fair!

 But their great company have in them no care. 

They all fall like leaves, leaving me without any scare!

World

If we ask the world's view about "the world", each will have his own perception. According to Robert Frost, "Earth is the right place for Love".To Shakespeare, "World is nothing but a Stage".Emerson says, "I know that the world I converse within the city and in the farms, is not the world I think".Like this, each has in them their own world. Here in the poem below, I have picturized my world. 

என்  உலகம் : 

கான்க்ரீட்  தரைகள்,

அதனை அழகுபடுத்த, 

போன்சாய்  மரங்கள்...

தொலைபேசியில் தொலைக்கும், 

விலைமதிப்பற்ற நேரங்கள் .

தொலைக்காட்சியின் காட்சிகளில்,

 நாம் இழக்கும் நமக்கே உரிய மௌனங்கள்...

கணினி வலையில் சிக்கி,

கசங்கி போகும் கண்கள்...

வான் முட்டும் பிளாட்டின்,

ஜன்னல் கானா நட்சத்திரங்கள்...

இதுவல்ல என் உலகம்...

என் உலகம் சலனமற்றது.

இதில் கேட்கலாம்,

குயில்களின் உற்சாக குரல்களை!

இதில் பார்க்கலாம்,

எழில் மிகுந்த அணில்களையும்,

வழி நெடுக மரங்களையும்!

சூரியனின் உதயத்தை ரசித்தபடி,

தேநீர் அருந்தும், அழகிய விடியல்களும்,

மதி மயக்கும்  மதியின் மாலை பொழுதுகளும்,

காலையும், மாலையும் தென்னங்கீற்றுகளால் ,

வருடிச்செல்லும் காற்றும்,

எனக்கு சொந்தமானவை!

சிருங்கார பொழுதுகளில்,

இயற்கையின் இசையில்,

பழகிய  புத்தகங்களின் ,

வேர் முதல் விழுதுகள் வரை,

தேடித்  தேடிப்  பூப்பறிப்பதே  என் பொழுதுப்போக்கு.

Snail

Snail is used as a good example to refer to secluded persons or afraid ones. Does it really feel fear of its existence in this world? It could be seen with a new perspective. It likes to hide itself to safe-guard from dangers. We all are snails when confronted with problems. Like a  snail, we all like to hide and try to save ourselves. Snail too will peep its head one day and seek its wish in a safer way pleasing to it.

Snail 

I feel like a snail, 

Hearing the footsteps of advice. 

It is meant to make me wise, 

But it leaves me in ail. 

They came with their pail, 

Fetching in it full of guise. 

I mused to share their pice,

Then I used to ask, 

why we walk in their trail? 

Why they all start to wail?

Nope, I never like to toss the dice. 

Hopes to get something nice! 

So please cut your grieves like a nail!

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