Chappals
Missed was one out of the pair
And quite unaware was my husband
And I noticed and told him
As I am like Sita of Rama
Whose padukas are ever sacred and pristine
That Bharata even coronated them
That I could so sense the misfitted foot
That I could so sense its unholiness
Of today's youthful pairs
Mounted with dust and grime in sundry mounds
And one such somehow escaped
Possibly at a wedding function
To dirty my husband's one foot
But my chaste love got him a new pair
Which goes on emitting my shining love
Strong like Rama's padukas
Strong like Sita's imprinted feet
Wider- found stony in this country
That every heart is pleased about
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Supplication To Rama
In the panoptic yard of my heart's aroma
Deep seated Thee o' Rama
Coronated and with crowned Sita
Past afforested treads of Thy life's data
My heart is sanguine, sunny and unfilthy
As Thy pristine persona is hearty
Ploughing my thoughts a nitty-gritty
Thy bio of Thy Ikshvaku dynasty
All well known of Thou radiance
The hub of cosmos Thy resplendence
Thou wedlock to Sita by ritual relevence
Thou woodland days of perseverance
Also of Thou oceanic valorous conquest
Vanquishing Ravana of southmost
Retrieving Sita, a notable feat
Back to throne endlessly at Thou behest..
Well, safe back in providence
Thee shouldst essay, prove evidence
Unanswered for we by coiled aeons in silence
About Vali killed why in concealed indulgence
Also about Sita much why calumniated
Out of fire much even after was she unscathed
Again to be slandered and expelled
Pregnant with woes, sorrows this day Thee kidded
Thou human- incarnate shouldst answer
Appease Sita in my heart's chamber
About Vali too to me his murder
Before blocked my heart's door
Of Thou infame and dishonour
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Sita - 2
Sita
stumbling with the stones of forest
reached the cottage of
Maharshi Balmiki
the great sage gave her shelter
to stay in the cottage
Sita spend her days and nights
with the tribals
in the memory of her beloved husband
gave birth of two sons
Lav and Kush
both sons were brought up with tribals
acquired the knowledge and
to sing the Ramayana
one day both sons reached
the palace of his father
begging and singing on Ramayana
a long story is hidden in between
when Sita met her beloved husband
she prayed the mother earth
to immerse her
on her heart
it was the end of Sita
the ideal indian lady
who vowed only for her beloved Rama
an ideal to the people of the earth also.
Her whole world was limited
to her two sons
the most obedient to her husband
to the people of state Ayodhyay
capable to cross the fire - examination
to show her tranquility
after return from Lanka
to show the people her purity
for the sake of people of Ayodhyaya
the brave and intelligent lady
in the history of the world
who always honoured the society
being worshipped by the Indian
for her sacrifice to the society
and the people of his country
but i could not stop my tears
while imaging Sita
my eyes burst into tears.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Love is barren with out memento
Many a script,
Many a gift,
Did I present to you.
You paid me nil.
Acceptance by you,
A forbidden soul,
Itself is the token
Of remittance.
However, I want
From you a memento
To show to others
Your love for me,
Without which
What is love worth?
Give me your fallen hair.
Give me your bitten nail.
Bharata was proud of
Rama’s love by his sandals.
21.04.2002, Pakd
In the epic The Ramayana, Bharata brought the sandals of his brother, Rama, to keep them as the ruler the kingdom in the place of Rama, who, denouncing the throne, went to the exile.
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Seeta, a pity.
Seeta, you are a noble lady,
So chaste, so modest and so graceful.
Rama is your noble lord,
So virtuous, so chivalrous and so truthful.
Ravna is your bitter lover,
So passionate, so devoted and so lustful.
Rama waged a war to redeem you.
Ravna laid his life to retain you.
Rama loved you, as you are his wife.
Ravna wanted you for what you are.
Rama tested you by fire.
If you failed, what would be your fate?
Can Ravna do so, if he were in Rama’s shoes?
Love of Rama is conditional
Love of Ravna is categorical.
Rama loves you; Ravna devours you.
You are second to none to Ravna,
Who lost everything for you and
Who could do anything for you?
Have not you committed a sin
In being the cause for killing a loving dog?
The love for keeping chastity,
More than you love for Rama,
Weighed on you to reject Ravna.
The love for your chastity,
Rather than his love for you,
Weighed on Rama to own you back.
Ravna’s love for you is pure.
He desired you more than Rama did.
You would have lived more vividly
Had you met Ravna first and married.
Instead, you were at loss to earn a sin.
I pity you.
06.06.2002, pakd
[Based on the Hindu Epic
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love is not rational
The loved one does not love me back;
The loving one does not get my love.
Who you love and who loves you
Aren’t one and the same person.
I’m dear to my mother and
My daughter is dear to me.
Mandothari loved Ravana
And Ravana was mad of Seeta.
The real love is neither mutual
Nor reciprocal nor conditional.
Love is not rational; but instinctual.
28.07.2009
[The characters are from the epic, Ramayana.
Mandothari was in ardent love for her husband King Ravana, who was mad of Sita, wife of Prince Rama]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Husband...
A husband should be
Loyal and honest
A husband should be
Strong and protective
A husband should be
Loving and romantic
A husband should be
Patient and understanding
A husband should know
When enough is enough
A husband should know
When to fight and when to cry
A husband should know
all your goals and dreams
A husband should know
your strengths and well as your weaknesses
A husband needs to be a true man
A husband needs to love you unconditionally
A husband needs to know your heart is forever his
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Bibhishan's Warning
Twenty warriors armed and girded in the Council Hall arose,
Thirsting for a war of vengeance, hurling challenge on the foes,
But Bibhishan deep in wisdom-Ravan's youngest brother he,-
Spake the word of solemn warning, for his eye could farthest see:
'Pardon, king and honoured elder, if Bibhishan lifts his voice
'Gainst the wishes of the warriors and the monarch's fatal choice,
Firm in faith and strong in forces Rama comes with conqu'ring might,
Vain against a righteous warrior would unrighteous Ravan fight!
Think him not a common Vanar who transpassed the ocean wave,
Wrecked thy city tower and temple and a sign and warning gave,
Think him not a common hermit who Ayodhya ruled of yore,
Crossing India's streams and mountains, thunders now on Lanka's shore!
What dark deed of crime or folly hath the righteous Rama done,
That you stole his faithful consort unprotected and alone,
What offence or nameless insult hath the saintly Sita given,
She who chained in Lanka's prison pleads in piteous tear to Heaven?
Take my counsel, king and elder, Sita to her lord restore,
Wipe this deed of wrong and outrage, Rama's righteous grace implore,
Take my counsel, Raksha monarch, vain against him is thy might,
Doubly arméd is the hero,-he who battles for the right!
Render Sita to her Rama ere with vengeance swift and dire,
He despoils our peopled Lanka with his bow and brand and fire,
Render wife unto her husband ere in battle's dread array,
Rama swoops upon thy empire like a falcon on its prey,
Render to the lord his consort ere with blood of Rakshas slain,
Rama soaks the land of Lanka to the margin of the main!
Listen to my friendly counsel,-though it be I stand alone,-
Faithful friend but fiery foeman is this Dasa-ratha's son,
Listen to my voice of warning,-Rama's shafts are true and keen,
Flaming like the with'ring sunbeams on the summer's parchéd green,
Listen to my soft entreaty,-righteousness becomes the brave,
Cherish peace and cherish virtue and thy sons and daughters save!'
Rama
The Day That Kausalya Does Not See His Face
She is restless and sad so her heart does race
Every person speaking she thinks it is her son
She calls out His Name Rama Rama dear son!
She goes about her work her mind is on Rama
What a fate have I to be separated from Rama
Let no Mother suffer this and part with her son
What a sacrifice this is to have God as my son!
I am a Mother like any other who raised her son
I wished for Him the very best like a human son
Did not wish even for a human son to leave me
How can I bear this separation of Rama and me?
He is the best in the world for me and for you
Taking His Name they will have salvation true
I don't need anything in this world ever to gain
Rama dearest please show me your face again!
poem by Ashoka Harichandan
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Keep the Boot
My foot finally struck,
Upon you in a place...
I promised you it would land.
And with that imprinted there,
And in your mind...
I hope where 'something' cements,
Let us remember the day you dared.
And your eyes,
Glistening with a stare.
And opening wider...
As you were not prepared,
For the swift arrival of my foot...
Up in your der·ri·ère.
Are there any more bets you would like to place?
You should know by now,
I do all I can to keep my promises.
Keep the boot.
I have a new pair.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sri Rama Jayam
Evokes chanting of my 'RamRam'
Picking up Pavalamalli flowers at 6a.m
A good day ahead
My regular counts of SriRamajayam
After a hectic kitchen record at 9.30a.m
Inking out in words in a note book
And on a day of submission...
'Before pooja almirah supporting me a mat-seater
My concentration grips Rama better
Although bossing over my anger to fade out
As the maid keeps sweeping
Dust from the broom splattering
Without a divine heart for the sacred book
I say sorry to Rama
Chuck out myself of the room
To make coffee for the lady-broom
And give up not; I further continue with Rama
Sitting in the chair in the porch in silence
A while later hubby next glances
Brunch ready?
Rush to the dining table
Hubby relishes his pappads crumble
Hmm.. I say sorry to Rama
Back to pooja almirah
Sit up to pursue Rama
But oops, a phone call
Daughter! And hubby is hysterical
Me too driven towards grand-son's prattle
Forget myself and quite unaware
But soon conscience pricks
Work be soon finished for Rama's blessing looks
Should submit it to the Lord
I say sorry to Rama
Sit back to my writing
Lunch time past; Yet mind not skipping
Write and write on
Rama must be invisibly looking at me
My hope, Anjaneya recommends me
By 4p.m complete my work
March on to the temple
Hand over my book so humble
Pray with closed eyes
Finally blessed with ' prasadh' when awake.
But lo, the wrapper to shake
A piece of Ramajayam-paper...
I look at the Lord so puzzled
But He, smiling as He ever has stood
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Lord Is His Devotees' Slave
Whatever is a devotee's
caste, clan, family, or name,
Rama's love for him is the same.
Beggar and king
are one to him.
Say, of what caste could be
Brahma or Shiva?
Rama will never abide
in the egotistic man's heart
therefore his slave, Suradasa,
has abandoned pride.
Rama was born in the Raghu clan
Krishna found his home in Gokula.
Words fail to tell of
the Lord's love
universal, all-embracing;
Dhruva was a Kshatriya,
Prahlada a demon and Vidura the son of a maid:
yet the Lord gave them his supreme love,
Krishna washed the devotees' feet
at the Rajasuya.
The Lord is the slave
of his devotees
age after age.
The tongue can't relate
his countless deeds.
Says Suradasa, the Puranas and Vedas
are witness to these.
poem by Sant Surdas
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Trinity Of Carnatic Music 1-St.Thyagaraja
You're lost in the ism of Rama
Leaving behind a mission of Rama
Whence a practice of euphony
Across the compass of tones
Treasuring a supernal bliss long trailed
You know the heft of the bliss?
As much as that of Rama
Ethereally coloured quantum
Your-way-caressed to melt
Into our souls abundantly scaled
Your realm of scales, mode of melodies
Credence of pristine musical perseverence
Whole spirit alone with Rama
Ineffable elation of a doctrine for salvage
How am I to accost?
Guru? swamy, rishi, poet, writer, father?
You're the immortal, empyreal adept
Permeated and permeating intranssient
A cult of popularism for soul-liberation
How else be acclaimed than 'Nadabrahmam'
And 'Nadabrahmam' alone
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Hare Rama
Soaked in the tears of this home
Memories grind me into my bittered life.
Earlier days were lively in full bloom.
But soon got into this rancid life.
I was not the home minister, but
In the production of babies and dishes.
Not considered to be a prestigious post.
Unprofessionally professional was my status.
Cutting vegetables for curries and sambar
Grinding black gram and rice for dosas
Ooh la la la, for everyone at home, other
Than me finding no day for my own wishes.
Age has put me on the altar today.
Children ask me about wasted talents why?
What shall i say? that i sacrificed?
Or have i been a coward?
Ere shaken my mortal, chanting Rama Rama
Shall be the best resort to replace the wasted.
So Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Hare Rama!
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Today
Today we looked at the crazy streets
rushing to get through the end of the week
I stopped to smell the flowers in the air
I often wonder if anyone cares?
Today I will not let anyone get to me.
The one thing that make me strong is that I believe.
Today I looked at the crazy streets
Rushing to get to the end of the week...
Today I will finish
and tomorrow I will complete..............
02.05.08
Sita Cabrera
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Navarasas
Recurring occurrences, repeating experiences
Evoked heart emotes and expresses
Nature's instinct natural provocations
Naturally are humans on aesthetic emotions
Divine are the aesthetics godly fine
Undivine are the aesthetics destructive 'mine'
Everlasting Navarasas in never ending depiction
Endless portrayal immortal in description
Encompassed Rama and Sita at first sight
Espoused Sringara epically ethically bright
Tickled as the mind of a baby a clown
With Sursa did away brave hasya-Hanuman
Soul-filled composure, heartful karunya
Blessed Jatayu last rites done by merciful Rama
Sweet little Prahlada suffered the maximum
Salved from Hiranya Narasimha's raudram
Chivalrous chit valorous Krishna
Vanquished venemous Kaliya with great veera
Unfreed captive unmixed Sita
Feared of Ravana out of bhayanaka
Conspiracy of Kaikeyi and Mantara
Churned up Ayodhya disgusting with bhipatsa
Revelation of ubiquitous Krishna
Amazed Arjuna stricken with adbhuta
Enlightened under the Pipal great Gautama
Enraptured by shanta great Buddha
Desirous is human emotion
Illumined divine, then blessed to salvation
poem by Indira Renganathan
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True Love Hurts
if love was a light
and the earth was the soul
Can it be truth
or can it be coal
no one has ever found that feeling,
the feeling when you find true love
because you wonder if it even is true!
untill you put on cinderella's shoe
you think that everything has a happy ending
just like in those fairy tales
but you still never give up
even if you know it fails
a wedding is just False
you think that you have found true love
you know that you will get divorced someday
no matter how strong, you just have had enough
a wedding is supposed to be the greatest day of your life
not your worst
especially after he say's 'i now pronounce you husband and wife'
so ask yourself
have you REALLY found true love?
poem by Karen Weimorts
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My Husband.
Husband is someone;
You spend most of your life with.
And with him;
You are for years.
My life has become strong;
For my husband is not wrong.
My life has become independent;
For my husband never let me dependent.
My life has become pure;
For my husband had every cure.
My life has become romantic;
For my husband is very aromatic.
My life had a new beginning;
For my husband was nearing.
And the most valuable gift-
My husband has given me;
Are my 2 wonderful and the best kids-
And I thank God,
For the wonderful family he has given me.
poem by Anju Addanki
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I love you once
love you once
.
Wondering what that voice is inside my mind, as I layed my head down on this crazy train,
with tears rolling down my face.
Some days its there and sometimes gone, wondering where all the years will lead me, and my final destination.
Now your telling me that I am home....
I been down some empty streets, within wicked hearts and broken dreams....
Than I feel that is just phase, I will no longer feel this way.
But each time I feel your heart next to me, I feel a strong connection to you, Baby
I always wanted you next to me, Why I had to go through all these bad things?
You make me feel so happy, I never want to be without you.
'But take it all away, take it all away, this pain has been deep inside me.
This something that I can not deny me. Just take it all away.'
But take it all away, take it all away, this pain has been deep inside me.
This something that I can not deny me. Just take it all away.
This pain is just inside me, in my head and I can not hide it.......
You have touched a deep part of my soul, you are part of me I can't let go.
Happy I never thought I could be so Happy. Today you took the pain away.
Please never go away, never go away.
Each time I feel your heart next to me, I feel a strong connection to you baby.
I always wanted you next to me, why I had to go through all these bad things?
My heart was broken in so many places, but you helped me replace it.
My heart was broken in so many places, but you helped me replace it.
I owe it all to you - I love you once and forever, I love you once and forever..You are my final destination
Sita Cabrera
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From The Banks Of Ganga: V
I open my eyes
Non-light on the Ganga
Breaking into dawn
A la Kubja stood as if waiting
For me to open my eyes
Kabhie Krishna ko dekha?
Chalo meri saath!
Like a mute animal
I follow her into a chamber
Where a marble Krishna welcomed me
How long did I sit in His presence?
Hare Rama hare rama
Rama Rama Hare hare
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
My own chanting
Reverberating in my ears
There flowed Ganga
In bright sunlight…
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Mandodari's Lament And The Funerals
'Hast thou fallen,' wept in anguish Ravan's first and eldest bride,
Mandodari, slender-waisted, Queen of Lanka's state and pride,
'Hast thou fallen, king and consort, more than Gods in warlike might,
Slain by man, whom bright Immortals feared to facein dubious fight?
Not a man!-the Dark Destroyer came to thee in mortal form,
Or the heaven-traversing VISHNU, INDRA ruler of the storm,
Gods of sky in shape of Vanars helped the dark and cruel deed,
Girdling round the Discus-Wielder in the battle's direst need!
Well I knew,-when Khara, Dushan, were by Rama's prowess slain,
Rama was no earthly mortal, he who crossed the mighty main,
Well I knew,-when with his army he invested Lanka's gate,
Rama was no earthly mortal but the messenger of Fate,
And I prayed,-the faithful Sita, might unto her consort go,
For 'tis writ that nations perish for a righteous woman's woe,
But for impious lust of woman,-all forgetful of thy wife,
Thou hast lost thy crown and kingdom, thou hast lost thy fated life!
Woe to me! the sad remembrance haunts my tortured bosom still,
Of our days on famed Kailasa or on Meru's golden hill,
Done the days of joy and gladness, Mandodari's days are done,
Since her lord and king and husband from her dear embrace is gone!
Sorely wept the Queen of Lanka; Rama, tender, tearful, true,
Bade the funeral rites and honours to a fallen foeman due,
And they heaped the wood of Chandan and the fragrant garland laid,
On the pyre they lifted Ravan in the richest robes arrayed,
Weeping queens and sorrowing Rakshas round their fallen leader stood,
Brahmans with their chaunted mantras piled the dry and scented wood,
Oil and cords and sacred offerings were upon the altar laid,
And a goat of inky darkness as a sacrifice was slayed.
Piously the good Bibhishan lighted Ravan's funeral pyre,
And the zephyrs gently blowing fanned the bright and blazing fire,
Slow and sad with due abititions mourners left the funeral site,
Rama then unstrung his weapon, laid aside his arms of might.