Just For You, Dearest, KAAVYA
Lord Brahma's great day rang,
With music in his heart, he sang;
His bubbling spirits soaring high,
With Saraswathi to him nigh.
All set for His work-with elation,
He sat for His vocation-creation—
He wanted His best revelation
To the world of this generation.
Brahma was in a very jubilant mood
And wanted to mould one—very good
He took the utmost care,
To chisel a form, very fair.
There emerged a beauteous mien,
With all the glory that had e'er been;
A ravishing beauty, very rare,
With a hallow of soft curly hair.
Saraswathi from her side
Bestowed intelligence in her to abide.
It was KAAVYA my grand-daughter, darling,
With beauty and brains e'er merging.
To-day is her birth-day,
Her very special lovely day;
May the Almighty on her ever shower
Blessings for all her dreams to flower!
Many many, Many many………
Happy returns of the day, my dearest!
from
Your ever affectionate grandma,
Chandra Thiagarajan
Dt/ 21-3-12
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127.Kumaragurupara Swamigal’s Sakalakalavalli Maalai-Stanza 1
Tamil Transliteration
Venthamaraik kandri ninpadhandh thaangaven vellaiyullath
Thandaa maraikkuth thagadhukoloa? Saka mezhumalith
Thunda nurangha ozhiththaan piththagavunn daakkum vannam
Kandaan suvaikoll karumbae sakala kalavalliyae!
Translation poem
The preserver empowered to protect the seven worlds
Who tasted the seven worlds-
Meditating absorbed in deep contemplation
Siva the destroyer entrusted with destruction
Becoming a handicap mentally
Only Brahma the creator of all
Discharging the duty enjoined!
Hey sugarcane! Hey Mother of arts science and education!
Is it that the white lotus alone eligible
to hold those graceful feet?
Isn’t my breezy aspiring heart pleasant ever
-not eligible to have that honour?
Message:
We should have the impression of Mother Saraswathi, Goddess of Education in our heart; if this is done then we will perform noble missions tirelessly.
Explanation:
In Hindu mythology Almighty is personified as males and females;
It is universal fact that a male is useless without a female behind- mother, sister, wife, friend – any form
In this stanza Siva and Vishnu are reported as non-performers whereas Brahma only is shown as doing His designated work perfectly
The hidden meaning of the above is as follows:
Siva’s consort is my Mother Parvathi, representing valor.
Vishnu’s wife is my Mother Lakshmi, representing Wealth.
Brahma’ wife is my Mother Saraswathi, representing education.
Kumaraguruparar says that those who have valor and wealth do not perform well whereas who are good in education are always the winners.
Vishnu: in His incarnation as Krishna ate earth(sand) and when His foster mother asked Him to open His mouth He opened His mouth showing the seven worlds.
Siva: Sundarar called Siva as “ piththan” (mad man) when Siva claimed that Sundarar was His slave.
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poem by Rajagopal Haran
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Beauty Queen
You are beauty queen
We have never scene
Such a natural flower
As if emerged after rainy shower
You look smart
That appears from very start
You look best in curly hair
Looking lovely and very fair
In your outer show
You are superb with fine glow
But be cautious and go slow
As you still have miles to go
You are still not mature
Uncertain about carrier and future
Many hurdles still to cross over
You may need fine shelter or cover
You want to be gorgeous woman
That may certainly be liked by man
But be aware of imitation
That shows no real reflection
Beauty may be on wane after sometime
That shall be missed by many after sometimes
You may feel bad over lost fragrance
That may be over with young age at once
Be happy with whatever you have
God has given you kind nature to behave
Enjoy your mood with plenty of resources
You are nice woman and real force
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beauty & The Beast
Ooooooo
Weaving down a byroad, singing the song
Thats my kind of highroll gone wrong
My-my
Smile at least
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
Something in the night
Something in the day
Nothing is wrong but darling
Somethings in the way
Theres slaughter in the air
Protest on the wind
Someone else inside me
Someone could get skinned, how?
My-my
Someone fetch a priest
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
Darling
My-my
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
(weakling)
My-my
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
I wanted to believe me
I wanted to be good
I wanted no distractions
Like every good boy should
My-my
Nothing will corrupt us
Nothing will compete
Thank God heaven left us
Standing on our feet
My-my
Beauty and the beast
My-my
Just beauty and the beast
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
Darling
My-my
My
My-my
My
song performed by by David Bowie
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Brahma-A Supposition
In the darkness of a sustaining force
The unseen child of that unknown source
Hiranyagarbha to bear when chose
Supreme-sustenance itself instilled to repose
In Brahma in Hiranyagarbha
Hiranyagarbha, self-manifested womb golden
The power-cause of Brahma's whole creation
Supremacy we call the Brahmam
Brahma of Brahmam with Brahmam born
Brahmam self-embeded all in Brahma's karma
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Significance of One to Ten
O-ne is the great Almighty,
T-wo denotes the Man and Woman;
T-hree is for the Triad Trimurti, -
Brahma, Vishnu, and Siva,
The Gods for the three actions—
Creation, Maintenance, and Dissolution;
F=our indicates the directions—
East, West, North, and South;
F-ive are Life's elements,
Earth, Water, Ether, Air, and Fire;
S-ix is Half a Dozen, the insects' legs;
S-even symbolizes the Days of a Week;
E-ight represents the Deity Durga's Hands;
N-ine connotes the Navagrahas in Hindu religion;
T-en signalizes the Dasavatharam in Hindu philosophy—
The ten manifestations of Lord Vishnu!
Z-ero typifies just Nothing!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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A Daughter Through The Eyes Of A Father
(Dedicated to Bww and his 7 yr. Old daughter)
A daughter is beauty at its finest.
Heart of an angel, soul so pure, and sweet.
Daughters are one of God's most precious gifts that he has bestowed upon the world.
Angels in Heaven do not compare to thine beauty, and grace my ever so beautiful, and lovely daughter.
Seeing you at birth brought more joy to me
than all the money in the world could ever do.
You are morning, bright, and shining,
you are noon, you reside at the highest point in my heart,
you are the dew kissed night.
You are my daughter, heart, and soul.
poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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Papyrus
Stripped, hammered, pressed the purposeful papyrus
Unaware of herself a would be goddess..
Saraswathi of this country
Moulded in forms of paper artistry
Formed of holy codices
Seated respectfully on Navarathri pooja
But
God's unaware of Satan slipped in
Denuding Saraswathi
Stripping out all Her holiness
Cunningly to be reported of dark prints
Yet Saraswathi grabs a grip of peace
Grappling with the betwixt white
Of the newspaper
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Formless Brahma Has Incarnated As Krishna
Krishna awoke;
Yashoda was enraptured to see his face blooming as a lotus that captures the rising sun's first rays. Taking off the coverlet she said, 'awake, darling boy, awake, your loveliness makes me swoon your bewitching face is like the full moon seen through the sea's foam when it was churned for nectar.'
He for whom the Shrutis say 'not this, not this? whose name is chanted by Brahma, Shesha and Shiva that Formless Brahma has taken birth in Braj, in human form, so 'tis heard.
poem by Sant Surdas
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When He Himself Reveals Himself
When he himself reveals himself,
Brahma brings into manifestation
That which can never be seen.
As the seed is in the plant,
as the shade is in the tree,
as the void is in the sky,
as infinite forms are in the void-
So from beyond the Infinite,
the Infinite comes;
and from the Infinite the finite extends.
The creature is in Brahma,
and Brahma is in the creature:
they are ever distinct,
yet ever united.
He Himself is the tree, the seed, and the germ.
He Himself is the flower, the fruit, and the shade.
He Himself is the sun, the light, and the lighted.
He Himself is Brahma, creature, and Maya.
He Himself is the manifold form, the infinite space;
He is the breath, the word, and the meaning.
He Himself is the limit and the limitless:
and beyond both the limited and the limitless is He,
the Pure Being.
He is the Immanent Mind in Brahma and in the creature.
The Supreme Soul is seen within the soul,
The Point is seen within the Supreme Soul,
And within the Point, the reflection is seen again.
Kabîr is blest because he has this supreme vision!
Be The Flower
The lovely flower
in bloom
Reminds one
not of its doom
the day after
when comes the end
of its life's chapter!
Very happily
is the babe born
Though it is to be torn
one day or the other
From this world
of it's father and mother!
Then, why O man
should ye dote
on your life's span?
Do thy duty
as radiates gaiety
The flower of beauty!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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I wanted to be self-sufficient, I wanted to take care of myself, and I wanted to learn. I wanted to travel, I wanted to see the world and have my eyes opened. I wanted to be consistently challenged, and I knew I needed to be creative in some way. When I got my job in a bar and I could pay for my tuition and go on auditions and sometimes get jobs that I loved and pay my rent, I knew that I would be all right. That's when my dreams came true, long before the telephone rang and someone said, 'Come and meet Tom Cruise'.
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Acrostic to Smt. Vimala Narayanan
V imala Narayanan, my fond friend, do dear,
I C F ladies' popular, brilliant gem, very sure;
M y deep affections flower of poesy is offered here,
A s you grandly from meritorious service retire.
L otus! You're soft and sweet, in tandem to your name!
A dmire I the pervading sister-hood ingrained in your frame.
N ever hesitating to help the needy -to all nigh,
A ffable and gracious—perched on a pedestal high,
R eligious and gentle with a soothing balm for all;
A ble and efficient, at home and office—towering tall!
Y ou are wished all the very best at this junction,
A dieu as you are bid at this valedictory function.
N ice, ideal and proud family, tied in a loving knot—
A lmighty God—on all of you may shower His Blessings lot,
N ectar of peace and happiness may fill your kind heart.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Transformation
To my noble parents sterling,
, I was their Daughter darling;
;
To my affable siblings, three,
I was their elder Sister, in glee.
To my beloved husband, in life,
I'm his devoted, fond Wife.
To my endearing children, four,
I'm their doting Mother spore;
To my nephews and nieces, reasoning,
I'm their dear Auntie, loving.
Alas! The label of daughter, nice,
Vanished with my parents' demise! .
My children, one by one, in course of time,
Were married, in their youth prime.
I begot sons-in-law and a daughter-in-law,
And am their affectionate Mother-in-law.
Ah! My siblings three, passed away—
The call of Sister, with them went away!
Now, when my sweet grand-children seven,
With love and care, me, they smother,
Calling me ‘Paatti'(Granny) 'Paatti'(Granny)
,
I the proud Grandmother
Am in rapture, transported to Heaven.!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Time again, , ,
Time again,
Time again let it Flow,
The Euphony is the Music and echoes of Kingdom Composure,
I Play the Drum,
Saying it Opened and a New history Emerged,
From incipient to resilient,
Time again in Purity,
It was a New Understanding,
Blessed is the man with Good Work's,
Hold on the Blessing's,
New is Bird and Life is a New World with Beauty,
Time again,
We take the Progress and Beauty with no Felonies,
Some have spirits of ruins,
But Ceation's Hold the Better than the Worst,
We take Progress in our Hands,
Saying that the Lord is Prosperity with Limited Blessing's,
We Find the beauty with no Racism or Crime and Murders,
What you Believe in,
Make it Better for the rest of Humanity
poem by Abdul Karim
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Time again,
Time again,
Time again let it Flow,
The Euphony is the Music and echoes of Kingdom Composure,
I Play the Drum,
Saying it Opened and a New history Emerged,
From incipient to resilient,
Time again in Purity,
It was a New Understanding,
Blessed is the man with Good Work's,
Hold on the Blessing's,
New is Bird and Life is a New World with Beauty,
Time again,
We take the Progress and Beauty with no Felonies,
Some have spirits of ruins,
But Ceation's Hold the Better than the Worst,
We take Progress in our Hands,
Saying that the Lord is Prosperity with Limited Blessing's,
We Find the beauty with no Racism or Crime and Murders,
What you Believe in,
Make it Better for the rest of Humanity
poem by Abdul Karim
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What is beauty
beauty they say
is being fair of face
beauty is unexplainable
its everywhere, at everyplace
theres beauty in a mothers eyes
and beauty in a babys face
beauty in a soaring tree
and beauty in a
deserted place
beauty in knobbly hands,
that are weathered due to toil and pace
beauty in natures creations
beauty in His kindness and grace
beauty in the joy of parenthood
beauty in the love of friends
beauty too in adversities
and the angels of mercy he also sends
so much beauty, so much joy
all around if we care to see
this world is full of wondrous things
not apparent to you and me
stop to savour reflect awhile
there is beauty all around
things that happen, prayers anwered
His beauty leaves you spellbound
poem by Arti Chopra
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Butterflies
Butterflies are lovely
Butterflies are colourful
They are immensely pleasing
While I see them flitting
From flower to flower
From bower to bower
God's beautiful creation
Wonderful to heart's recreation.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Mystical Rose, Pray For Us!
O aptly named, Illustrious One!
Thou art that flower fair
That filled this vast and changeful world
With mystic perfume rare—
Shedding on all the balmy breath
Of countless virtues high,
Rising like fragrant odours rich,
To God’s far, beauteous sky.
Mystical Rose! O aptly named!
For, as ’mid brightest flowers
The lovely Rose unquestioned reigns
The Queen of Nature’s bowers,
So ’mid the daughters fair of Eve
Art thou the peerless One!
The chosen handmaid of the Lord!
The Mother of His Son!
Yes, He endowed thee with all gifts
Which could thy beauty grace;
And ne’er did sin, e’en for one hour,
Thy spotless soul deface,
For from the first thou had’st the power
God’s fav’ring love to win;
It was His will that thou should’st be
Conceived devoid of sin.
Oh, Mother dear, obtain for us
That we from evil flee;
Throughout this, fleeting life’s career
Mayst thou our model be!
Seek we to imitate the gifts
That thy pure soul adorn—
Sweet flower of beauty and of grace!
Fair Rose without a thorn!
poem by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
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Lana Jane
Every boy loved her- Lana Jane,
And who could blame them? She was fair,
Of perfect form and beauty rare,
But none could have her, Lana Jane,
The fisherman’s only daughter,
And he no man to barter.
For he would take poor Lana Jane
To sea, and she would stay the boat
When harbored; thus, a dreadful moat
Would bar the way to Lana Jane,
The fisherman’s only daughter,
But he refused to barter.
In fourteen years, sweet Lana Jane,
Was never seen upon the shore
Among the boys who wanted more
Than life to see their Lana Jane,
The fisherman’s only daughter,
Whose father ne'er would barter.
The legend grew of Lana Jane,
While scores of ports, legions of ships
Claimed: “She’s aboard! ” through whispered lips,
“The rarest beauty, Lana Jane,
“The fisherman’s only daughter.
“She's yours to see. Let's barter! ”
She Is Lovely (French / Dutch Roundel) (In Answer To Dorothy Parker)
She is lovely, but sometimes silent is she,
so fragile she looks with her golden hair
but always she is seen as fair
and about her sheer beauty most men agree.
Still she smiles with modesty
while her looks are beyond pretty and somewhat rare.
She is lovely, but sometimes silent is she,
so fragile she looks with her golden hair
that I a withering flower see
and men at her do continually stare
but of this she is totally unaware
as if she is from this world free,
she is lovely, but sometimes silent is she.
[Reference: “Roundel” by Dorothy Parker.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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