Daybreak
Housed street
Breaking the day through a window-rift
Garden aroma hushing in waking up the mind
Lazy-hazy mood deterged to rise from grey dip
Pinky blossoms streaking in breezy comfort
Fluttering crowing upping to starry scattering
Bidding bye, bye stars and electric fluorescence
Paper-man, milk-man on pell-mell cycling
Out comes my soul to the porch
Not to the farther sun orangy
But to the Sarakondrai(Cassia fistula) nigher
Her chromatic golden foliage blooming
My aesthete to her aesthete wishing
Good morning
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Pellmell Morning
Woke up with the crow
Crow flew away uncaged
A pell-mell morning, know not how
Like that crow to fly freed
Pell-mell chores, pell-mell errands
Bound and bowed to the pell-mell duties
Pell-mell rise, pell-mell bath, pell-mell pooja
Pell-mell cooking break-fasting on grumbles others'
Running faster after the sun
Soused in sweat a hurry-burry fun
Pell-mell hubbub to school and office wishing
Doubled my eyes and limbs added on my back
Awaiting attention my in-laws
Pain in the neck, poking in or breaking away
My significant maidservant
Very much purposely the dying gas cylinder
More ruthlessly the electricity cut off
Mixie, grinder, microwave, all reposing
Pell-mell jiggles, pell-mell morning, agree?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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When The First Ray Lights The Sky
When the first ray lights the sky
I doubt whether you do it golden
And when the dusk passing adown
I doubt your sheen is reflected
Such is your resplendency Sarakondrai
Sun is burnt up with jealousy
But you stay here brightly cool
When you were born simple afresh
Raw and rough as then grew taller
Would any've thought of this glory
Surprise, a real stunning surprise
Sarakondrai, dazzling in heights
All well sung accoladed a lot, lot
On all your promising enticing charm
Resonating even in this street-light
Yet lot more my heart wishes to praise
For you alone read my sorrow in my heart
My sombre solitary seeks your refuge
Into my eyes to my heart set to console
Caressing with your bunches so motherly
Sarakondrai-Golden Shower-Cassia Fistula
poem by Indira Renganathan
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When The First Bell Is Tolled..
When the first bell is tolled
Decreed first is 'light be there'
All well held in dawn's hold
And birds hunt their day's fare
When the second bell is tolled
Luster lamp of sunny crystals flare
Buzzing around 'Golden Shower' wings enfold
Eclat enlightened in that floral glare
Ere the first bell is tolled
Enforces me my mind ready be there
To party birds' honey manifold
Up the golden glory, 'Sarakondrai's solitaire
Sarakondrai- Cassia Fistula
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-16
Sarakondrai(Golden shower tree, Cassia fistula)
A week ago you shocked me of your bare chassis
Bathing denuded totally in aerial refreshment
You looked to me somewhat undone in my hypothesis
However of a presumed renaissance I forethought
What a magic! you got done day by day blossoming
To this day in grape-bunches of racemes long and golden
In tall height you're branched all around amusing
Multi-eared with fluorescent florescence heaven-done
Cassia, you just cannot be of a common nature
For your fishy nap per anum is highly seasoned
As if from the big bang is your flowering structure
No wonder, your medicated decoration is well endorsed
poem by Indira Renganathan
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This Time When I Met Her
Gorgeous.. fulgent.. self-esteemed
Surpassing any beauty heavenly
Tinseling her aureolin in racemes
'twixt her buddy-green all gleeful
Round her aureole buzzing beetles
In swinging breeze singing a melody
Caught awe-struck drowned my mind
Then my heart, my soul all pretty
She demanded a song from me
For her to dance an elysian style
Awe-struck me in silence too silent
'A song' she demanded...only in vain
My ear drums beat me..only in vain
Angry her one grape - bunch cursed me
Then paled bunches all slowly faded
She's gone buzzing beetle me waiting
Who's she? flora Golden Shower
Golden Shower-Cassia Fistula(Sarakondrai)
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Alankar (Decor) -18
Oh Bare, How Dare She Stands....
(A Tribute To The Tree Golden Shower)
Oh bare, how dare she stands sole in her space
Shedding one by one all her green, lo, nude
Bearing pain over pain leaf by leaf crude
Oh there, why pares but fate this way her grace
But friends wait and watch just where goes her race
cited march pregnant her ilk to allude
Just trends trait straight golden showers so prude
Lighted torchlike blossoms to bloom her space
Sooner sunny racemes golden flower
Haloed circle enriched enshrine our hearts
Lordess shelters us herds in blest shower
Silent diction in praise of godly arts
Succumb we in 'Sarakondrai's'power
Tributes line up, what else then from our hearts
Golden Shower-Casia Fistula(Sarakondrai)
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Distant Melody
Fatigued mind lays the body reclined
Streched further the paining legs
Fluttering heart lulled in closed eyes
Evening albedos splashing leafy on face
Gentle breeze porting a temple melody
Bliss of heaven gentling the soul hushing
Band of seven bores harmonising the mood
A Nagaswaram-music nominating the Almighty
Defiant can who be against tranquil quiescence
Caressed when weary the body, mind and soul
An ebon instrument mouthing heavenly utterances
Reed to bell out to solemnise from afar
I'm appeased and I'm invisible
Behind those dulcet frequencies gone
My mind, my heart, my soul in rapture farther
A godly touch consoling me from my woes
This garden, this chair and my body
Be null until self mine resumes
To notes of Nagaswaram dancing my soul
Cadent my mind in accordance to Thavil
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Dance Dance…
Dance dance to the evening
In a dim golden flow
As the leaves sing
In their breezy breezy blow
Morning comes to live
Glowing waves of day
More than enough to give
Of its colors golden lay
Dreams that were of night
Are now all laying still
For the daylight bright
Those aspirations fulfill
Dance dance to the night
Fill the moods of song
In your dream starry flight
Those dreamy feelings long
The stars are out to shine
Within their golden glow
Thru space in horizon line
That the skies now show
Harmony of deep freedom
To the darkness remote
Colors of the ad-infinitum
Opening dawn’s fireboat
Dance dance to the evening
In a dim golden flow
As the leaves sing
In their breezy breezy blow
Morning comes to live
Glowing waves of day
More than enough to give
Of its colors golden lay
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Alankar(Decor) -102
The Rising Long-Street(Envelope Quatrain)
Envelope Quatrain is a rhymed 4 line unit, 'the envelope' refers to the rhyme scheme abba. The bb is enveloped by the aa. An envelope can also be axxa with x being unrhymed.
The Rising Long-Street
Somewhat black somewhat grey
Somewhat bluing silvery the fluorescence
On an oath by lighted hands
Long street rises for the day
Darkled white in blackish grey barks
Here once there once but not witchy
Flower-thieves pillow their bags bunchy
Flee away while milk-man harks
Hymns and sings and rings to allay
The God in split-free spheres
Walks and jogs and runs in speedy spirits
Long street risen for the day
Puddled shades of sprinkled waters
Cheered kolams sheen and punchy
Wishes of good-morning up and stretchy
Life in Long street on in summer- blotters
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Written Poems
Ah, which is not poetry
Sun and moon, day and night
Birth and death, merry and sorrow..
Happiness be if idyllic poem
Even sorrow a dolorous poetry..
Yes..lovely poems
But sorrow is not sorrow to swear
Inside the inside, inside it a dream
Rolling is sorrow on uncaged glee
A glee of unfettered wishes and desires
An aesthete of the secret soul..
Yes..a lovely poem
And gaiety too not so to swear
Inside the inside, inside it a guilt
Pricking the soul is the wakeful conscience
Awry-sorry-karma on wrong rungs
A fake upping of the secret soul
Yes..a lovely poem
Ah, just in bliss of ripened years
Connoisseur you rejoice them
Glee and guilt, aesthetes of secret soul
Written poems in every godly creature
Found and read in appreciation to acclaim
Oh..lovely poems
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Bright Morning Stars
(traditional)
Bright morning stars are rising,
Bright morning stars are rising,
Bright morning stars are rising,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.
Oh, where are our dear mothers,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.
They are down in the valley praying,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.
Oh where are our dear fathers,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.
They have gone to heaven shouting,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.
Bright morning stars are rising,
Day is a-breaking in my soul.
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-19
Kondrai-(Sarakondrai, Mayil Kondrai white, red, dwarf red
red and yaloow, yellow, Manjal Kondrai, Perunkondrai-
Golden shower tree, Indian Laburnum.Cassia fistula
Flame Tree, Royal Poinciana, Delonix regia,
Peacock Flower red, yellow, Caesalpinia pulcherrima
Siamese Senna, Siamese cassia, Senna siamea
Cassia glauca LAM, Delonix elata (L.) GAMBLE-
All Gulmohar family)
I need to remain amazed in awe
Ye, dear cousin-flowers of Shiva
Ye need to remain bloomed ultra
For I do need your feast fiesta
Wait till I fetch my folks all here
Wilt not but shade shaded in cheer
Wide and varied and canopied sincere
Red and yellow all lighted superior
And for my folks when asked in special
Poinciana, ye fan in flaming red and swell
Tall and striking in four-petaled settle
Buffing ferny leaves supporting in full
And for my folks when asked specific
Mayil Kondrais, ye, younger sisters terrific
Stalked intense for belittled flowers pacific
Breeze an ever green show of yellow-red magic
And in mindful heart for my folks when asked
Sarakondrai, ye sway your chandelier basked
Glittering golden on supoort of a woody red
With all purposeful service of a treat readied
And for my folks in distinct speciality
Ye, Manjal Kondrai, caress in bowing tenacity
Crowned in racemed yellow on an axised beauty
Pinnate leaves pining oblong and mighty
And ye, Perunkondrai, in greater heart
Swing and sway and hush in touching beat
Beating against arthritic beat in full feat
White to yellow on a greeny spread support
I need to remain amazed in awe
Ye, dear cousin-flowers of Shiva
Ye need to remain bloomed ultra
For I do need your feast fiesta
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Dance Electric
Good morning children
Take a look out your window
Our world is falling
It's almost time 2 go
(Dance)
Dance the Dance Electric
The rhythm is love and love is blind
Love your enemies
There isn't much time, there isn't much time
Look - our world is falling
A rhythm-less house of blinded prophecy
Hear our Master calling
This isn't what He wanted us 2 be
We got 2 dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
Come on and dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
Don't - it don't make U happy
2 give another someone your own smile
Dance the dance electric
Never mind your hatred, try a brand new style
Dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
U got 2 dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
We... love... all... enemies
Look - U're livin' in Babylon
Makin', but not feelin' love at all
When your youth is gone, when it comes 2 dawn
A light of truth will shine and U will fall
That's why U got 2 dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
U got 2 dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
See the light inside of us
U're stuck in living, livin' life as bad
Whatever U do, don't U let your life go without my love
It's the only life that U will ever have
Why don't U (dance) dance the Dance Electric?
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
Why don't U dance the Dance Electric?
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go (almost time 2)
Dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
Come on and dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
song performed by by Prince
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Surroundings-38
Cycling Tea
Season at peak
Cycling with tea
Sleepy street
Longing stimulated
Wakened morning
Posing with cups
Tasting hearts
Steaming brisk
Invoked minds
Ready for work
poem by Indira Renganathan
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On Hearing of Love
On hearing about great love, respond, be moved
like an aesthete. Only, fortunate as you've been,
remember how much your imagination created for you.
This first, and then the rest
that you experienced and enjoyed in your life:
the less great, the more real and tangible.
Of loves like these you were not deprived.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Summers Farewell
Summer's leaving memories frozen in misty haze
bidding us farewell as if to say
good bye to golden warm days
and breezy velvet nights wraped in moon rays
poem by Doug Jones
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Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 6 in 1963
-words by charles tobias and music by hans carste
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
Then lock the house up, now youre set
And on the beach youll see the girls in their bikinis
As cute as ever but they never get em wet
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Youll wish that summer could always be here
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
Dont hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in
Or some romantic moon it seems
Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin
Youll see more kissin
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Youll wish that summer could always be here
Youll wish that summer could always be here
Youll wish that summer could always be here
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Morning Star
As I wake I see a morning star
through the window dimly shines
its final statement at the closing of the day
I've got a few more minutes of night time before I rise
as the dawn is breaking through the darkness
the morning star will fade but never die
morning star, I can't see your face no more, and that's good
get out now, out on the streets of your nowhere neighborhood
as I laid down last night I felt no pain
the day went on without a sound
another night to put all the business away
I had a few more hours of night time before I'd rise
all the stars were out last night in the sky
I slept right through as they all went by
soon the dawn was breaking up the darkness
the morning star will fade but never die
morning star, I can't see your face no more, and that's good
get out now, out on the streets of your nowhere neighborhood
you come along with a color that I can't match
gold chain and a crystal ball attached
you're coming from the wrong direction
and as I sleep tonight I'll dream of you
sleeping somewhere far away
you come into my head so pretty and so true
I get a few more hours to dream of you till I rise
as the fireworks shoot off in the sky
I sleep right through as it all goes by
soon the darkness would suck up into the dawn
the morning star will fade but never die
morning star, I can't see your face no more, and that's good
get out now, out on the streets of your nowhere neighborhood
you come along with a code that I can't crack
gold chain and a crystal ball attached
you were coming from the wrong direction
you were coming from the wrong direction
you were coming from the wrong direction
song performed by by Fastball
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Pane Caldo
Rising in the morning
like warm bread,
from a bed
in America,
the aroma
of my baking
reaches you
in Italy,
rocking in your boat
near the Ponte Longo,
cutting through the glitter
of yesterday's moonlight
on your sunstruck
canal.
My delicious baker-
it is you
who have made
this hot bread
rise.
It is you
who have split the loaf
and covered it with butter.
I prayed to the moon
streaking the still lagoon
with her skyblue manna;
I prayed for you
to sail into my life,
parting the waters,
making them whole.
And here you come,
half captain, half baker-
& the warm aroma of bread
crosses
the ocean
we share.
poem by Erica Jong
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A blooming poem
A blooming poem
~
all the flowers in the garden
those wild in every field
the pallet of the sky and clouds
each a picture of beauty
does touch the soul
with all that is good
inspire the mind to think
only great thoughts
it is nature which nurtures
the way the world does grow
like the seeds in every field and garden
let the be sowed into every soul
poem by Matthew Holloway
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