All Attention To Nature..
even the faintest whispers of the tiny blades of grass are audible to me
and the weakest chirpings of smallest wings make the finest impact on my ears
the deepest silences of the majestic mountains convey me the loudest messages
and above the din of the roar of the giant waterfalls i trace the most solemn teaching.
--s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Will Silences Not Speak?
WILL SILENCES NOT SPEAK..?
&
will silences not speak? -
if they have spoken..
why then these queries,
'why is he not speaking? '-
when even his own voice
has become alien to himself
seriously doubts he his own utterances-
have we not seen the dust
settling slowly, steadily and uniformly
on glittering surfaces-
likewise silly thoughts on his heart-
in the prolonged hours of wintry nights
are we not familiar with dew pearls
sitting prettily holding hands snugly
on the palms of the leaves?
likewise are not my dumb words?
but when and which sun would translate
my voiceless words into audible realities?
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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A Speck Of A Speck Am I!
a speck of a speck am i!
&
a speck of a speck am i
underneath this vast dome of sky-
no millionth of a second
without changes around me;
activities incessant, both silent and noisy-
every moment new, every moment fresh;
to one who has searching senses
and penetrating vision
no end to wonder, no way to boredom-
the clouds speak in silence
the blue hugs you close
the green kisses the cheeks
the flowers communicate in colours-
endless arrays of universes
shout at their high-pitched silences
crying for our ears and attention
through mind-boggling distances-
o man, be alert and tune yourself
to the unheard voices
and keep your spirit ever in joy!
&
chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Million Thanks Even For The Tiniest Shadows!
I will croon million 'thanks' on my journey
For even the tiniest shadow
That the smallest plant spreads underneath!
Gain I will a thousand wings of 'hopes'
Out of the joyous smile of a cute little flower
From atop the swaying tufts of grass!
I will lovingly scatter many a poem on my way
In honour of even the smallest puddle on wayside
That perfectly mirrors the nature's beauty in its heart!
With all my heart will I shower my blessings
Whenever, on my way, see a small bud laughing in glee
Just after the silent unfastening of the knot on its petals!
If I have to meet a weeping bud
Disfigured by the trampling of a heartless mind
I will hug it close to my heart in my surging pain!
Whenever I meet a dot like star
In funful prattle high up in heavens
I will entreat the secrets of the puzzling universe!
I will glorify the soul of the fountainhead of joy
Whenever I come across the frolicsome eyes
Of a tiny lightning signing a message in rainy skies!
Yes, I proudly declare that I could name
The weakest warble of the smallest bird
Amidst the grandest symphony of the early dawn!
Whenever I ponder over the unseen roots
That toil and sweat deep inside the soil
I will pray in the direction of my parents dear!
I will tighten up my wearied strings of nerves
On seeing a tiny ant, full of intent, hurrying alone
Contemplating on the greatness of effort!
The Sun of immeasurable size and might
Rushing past the mind-boggling distance
Voluntarily shrinks its mammoth frame into a tiny dot
But with the same undimmed blinding brilliance
Sits in unobtrusive calm within the dots of dews
Meditating at the pointed tips of every blade of grass!
Oh at the sight of this graceful act
I will light up my lamps of humility in my heart!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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I have more artistic control in a smaller show. But it doesn't really matter. Sometimes you can have the smallest role in the smallest production and still make a big impact.
quote by Neil Patrick Harris
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Shout Into My Ears ' I Love You
o universe in your sweet whirls
shout into my ears 'i love you! '
my eyes are small
can't hold you in full measure -
yours too large to take note of me
but shout into my heart
' i love you! ' as i do.
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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The Smallest Things
the small print
of a cat's paw on
your trembling lips,
stopped the tears,
and the roar of hunger
in the tiny bud opening.
the tongue that gropes
for a dropp of rain...
seed wrapped in dirt,
that sunlight,
and turning set free.
the smallest things,
bring form to shadow.
it is in the smallest things
that we find the immortal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Make A Good Recipe Of Your Ego...!
you can ever be happy
if you could make a good recipe of
your kingly ego striding with straight vision
and serve it at the dinner table
of your near and dear
and to all who matter most to you!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Strange Attraction
it started with a dedication
'lost in admiration - happy birthday -
i'm forever yours - BLOSSOM'
fared red inside a tiny book of butterflies
i smiled surprised at how when flickered through
the wings flew by spelled out my name
six months went by the summer lost
obsessively the letters dropped into my life
the same soft blood smooth flowing hand
'please try to understand - I have to see you - have to feel you -
tell you all the ways I need you - yours forever in love...'
strange attraction spreads its wings
it varies but the smallest things
you never know how anything will change
strange attraction spreads its wings
and alters but the smallest things
you never know how anything will fade
the year grew old incessantly she wrote to me
she'd started smoking poetry!
i laughed in recognition of a favorite phrase
she'd pulled me in...
i answered her
a christmas card in sepia
arranging when and where
and how the two of us should meet...
her opening so well prepared
a nervous smile
i couldn't take my eyes from her
she whispered
'can I use some of your lipstick?'
it was perfect so believable
i couldn't help but feel that it was real
and kissing crimson fell into her waiting arms
strange attraction spreads its wings
it varies but the smallest things
you never know how anything will change
strange attraction spreads its wings
and alters but the smallest things
you never know how anything will fade
so alone into the cold new year without another wo
i wrote to ask if we could maybe meet again before
but weeks went by with no reply untill once more m
and with it my surprise but this time nothing was
'i'm sorry - blame infatuation - blame imagination
i was sure you'd be the one but I was wrong -
it seems reality destroys our dreams - I won't for
fared red inside a tiny book of all goodbyes...
strange attraction spreads its wings
it varies but the smallest things
you never know how anything will change
strange attraction spreads its wings
and alters but the smallest things
you never know how anything will fade
song performed by by Cure
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O This Pain Is Unbearable!
one who is ever close to heart
and opens out baring all in total faith
has suddenly closed it tight
and gone lipless with far-away looks-
o how killing it is for both souls!
heart seems to outburst in concern
every nerve straining to send
unbearable ' rush-back-to-me ' messages
all moments souls interchanged
o what a wreckage we have become!
o heavenly angel, descend on us at once
take us in each of your hand
hold us both in the bosom of your heart-
o the pain is unbearable!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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In the Vale of Llangollen
In the fields and the lanes again!
There's a bird that sings in my ear
Messages, messages;
The green cool song that I long to hear.
It pipes to me out of a tree
Messages, messages;
This is the voice of the sunshine,
This is the voice of grass and the trees.
It is the joy of Earth
Out of the heaven of the trees:
The voice of a bird in the sunshine singing me
Messages, messages.
poem by Arthur Symons
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2: 55 A.m.
at this hour
the exhaust fan of the computer
sounds loudest
second to that
is the murmur of each key
as i press upon
a letter
to make this
waking poem
make
its faintest sound
it is like
the sigh of the pin
dropping
on the carpeted
floor
of an empty room
with doors and
windows
closed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tell Me
Tell me, dear beauty of the dusk,
When purple ribbons bind the hill,
Do dreams your secret wish fulfill,
Do prayers, like kernels from the husk
Come from your lips? Tell me if when
The mountains loom at night, giant shades
Of softer shadow, swift like blades
Of grass seeds come to flower. Then
Tell me if the night winds bend
Them towards me, if the Shenandoah
As it ripples past your shore,
Catches the soul of what you send.
poem by Jean Toomer
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Spring's Whisper
Whispers reach with silkened sigh.
Upon spun wings of time they fly ~
through forests tall and stately bound,
across the brown and barren ground.
Hushed within dark wintry night.
Chilled by nature's frosty sight.
Whispers whisper to the sea ~
Upon new winds a change there'll be.
Above the mountains whispers soar,
a whisper now at heaven's door.
Change follows in expectant glee.
Upon new winds a change there'll be.
Through meadows far ~ they whisper long,
breathing breaths of springtime song.
Alas, sweet wisps of warming see.
Upon new winds a change there'll be.
Awakened by the silkened sigh
of whispers softly flying by ~
earth absorbs the sighs like rain
as springtime whispers once again.
Whispers reach with silkened sigh.
Upon spun wings of time they fly,
to spread their whispers ~ o'er land and sea
Upon new winds a change there'll be.
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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Those that are the loudest in their threats are the weakest in their actions.
quote by Charles Caleb Colton
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Jealous Clouds
The dew of love settles on the blades of grass
In the marshes, the green frogs sleep
While the crickets play their wings like violins
For the hearts of geese to move their feet
And the water streams in content
While the clouds look down on earth
In jealousy clouds want to play
With and on earth's beauty..
They desire the touch of love by the sharp blades of grass
They want to feel the warmth of the frogs sleepy feet on their laps
And listen to the music of the cricket's wings
while they chase the running geese
Jealous clouds want to drink and splash in the azure streams of content
And on earth live in mirth, with the rest of nature's creatures!
O the Jealous Clouds—They can't stuck in heaven they are!
In jealousy they turn gray with sadness and weep
And hide the sun when mad at earth and its light they keep
The jealous clouds roar in thunder to scare our hearts
And tempt us with their purity, dressed in white, soft raiment
The jealous clouds piqued turn vermillion and blush
In admiration of our jealous dreamy eyes…
O jealous clouds how are you jealous of we?
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Butterflies
Frail Travellers, deftly flickering over the flowers;
O living flowers against the heedless blue
Of summer days, what sends them dancing through
This fiery-blossom’d revel of the hours?
Theirs are the musing silences between
The enraptured crying of shrill birds that make
Heaven in the wood while summer dawns awake;
And theirs the faintest winds that hush the green.
And they are as my soul that wings its way
Out of the starlit dimness into morn:
And they are as my tremulous being—born
To know but this, the phantom glare of day.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Manic Depression
{intro slowwed down talking begins}
Star fleet to scout ship, please give your position. Over.
I'm in orbit around the third planet from the star called
the sun. Over.
You mean its the Earth? Over.
Positive. It is known to have some form of intelligent species. Over.
I think we should take a look.
{intro slowwed down talking ends}
Strange beautiful grass of green,
with your majestic silver seas
Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer
May I land my kinky machine?
{start slowwed down}
Strange beautiful, grass of green
with your majestic silver seas
Your mysterious mountains I wish to see closer
May I land my kinky machine?
{end slowwed down}
Although your world wonders me,
with your majestic and superior cackling hen
Your people I do not understand,
so to you I shall put an end
And you'll
never hear
surf music again
{start slowwed down...rough guess at lyrics}
Secret
Oh, secret
Oh
Shhhh...
{end slowwed down}
song performed by by Styx
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Grass stands tall! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
How do raindrops balance on grass blades?
It seemed like stars had descended on glade.
Startled, I watched standing by a lamppost.
Undeterred by clouds, and earth played host.
Overnight the grass had gained inches in height.
I sat and looked despite mosquito bites.
You would have said if you were by my side,
They have tears of joy glistening in eyes.
Does grass have feelings, eyes and ears?
Could it be… music of rain it can hear?
Raindrops, tears or stars… whatever you name,
All I know is we have talked and shared.
For on that moonless, still, cloudy night,
I simply forgot whatever was on my mind.
I bent down, and am sure heard it whisper,
Oh yes, I have no doubt grass can speak and hear.
When I woke up after a fitful, disturbed night,
And wandered out, I was aghast at the sight.
Grass was quiet yet dignified; it had been run over.
By a merciless, noisy and rusty lawn mower.
The stubble reminded of an unshaven face.
, Stoic, no trace of grief or need for solace.
A couple of days later gardener stood exasperated.
Grass laughed and stood tall, wet and animated.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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A Buddah Is Born In Me
a buddha is born in me
&
every morning
a 'buddha' is born in me
as a clear babbling stream
are all my meditated thoughts-
the roots of worries
like mirror reflections-
the moon-beam of life
at a reachable distance-
i gaze into myself
in perfect perspective -
and visualize myself
as a rootlet in every happening-
the goodness of others blossom
as the bright bars of morning sun -
i destroy my poison
to let in good thoughts-
'bliss hereafter in my life! '
i enjoy in meaningful silence.
&
in the speed of seconds
in the friction of events
in the rashness of conclusions
and in the heat of anger
i expolde offensive words
and burn myself-
why everyone has drawn
daggers at me, all in unison?
i knock my head
in depths of darkness.
where my buddha
had gone dead?
how did so many ghosts
gain entry into me
to crush and drink my blood?
&
' i will turn a good soul tomorrow! '
i tell the night that drags me along;
i could read a soft smile at its lips!
-chandra kalaadhar
S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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The Kids Of The World Assemble...
the kids of the world assemble..!
&
the kids of the world assemble
at the edge of the seas,
hilarious in endless thrills
that sands and surf feed them with-
the seas reciprocate in more equal measure
to the charming calls and invite
of this innocent worriless world-
send their army of merry tiny waves
with frothy rolling laughter on their lips
to crash around their legs for infinite games
that grown-ups could never understand!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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