கவிஞனின் ஜீவநதி

ஒர்நிலையும் நிலைத்திராமல்
மனவுளைச்சல் வாட்டிவிடும்
நேர்மதியோ வேலைசெய்து
நின்றுபல நாளிருக்கும்.

உடைத்துணரும் பகுத்தறிவும்
உண்டோ என வியக்கவைக்கும்
மடைதிறந்த வெள்ளமென
மனப்புனலில் நீர்ச்சொரியும்

மையலுக்குக்  கோயில்கட்ட
ஆகமமோ அடுத்துவரும்
அய்யனவன் அருளுக்காக
பாக்கள்பல எடுத்துத்தரும்

உலகமிதை மடமையென
ஒதுக்கிவிடத் துணிந்துவிடும்
உலகமொதுக்கிய மையலெனைக்
கவிஞனாக  ஆக்கிவிடும்
❣D❣

You live through Maths

You demonstrated that the
Thorniest paradoxes in Pythagoras
And Euclid were no demons,
But in fact, beautiful theories.

Made me realize that
Matrices mean no strife-
A Determinant of marks alone
But, of tenacity in life.

To you, Null Hypothesis was
Not just a tool to question status quo
You taught me not to fear
the unknown, and thus grow.

Of Calculus and Trigonometry
You did do your best to impart
And left an indelible impression
Of reverence, deep in my heart.

You attempted to instil, in each student
The will power to reach his goal
So that to the future generations
He can become a model role.

These four decades did see you
Become the object of many an ire
But still, there is many a student
In whom you have sparked a fire.

You have left in the Maths class
The eternal lamp of knowledge burn
And in the process, made the school
A much better place to learn.

You not only taught how to
Deal with numbers for a goal
But in real life to able to
Count our blessings as a whole.

Now, the mere sight of numbers
Sends down an known thrill.
The vacuum that you have left
In the classroom is difficult to fill

Some of us have gone on
To make a mark for themselves,
And the other still have enough wares
Stocked up in their shelves

I hope your wards gave you the reason
To hold your head high in pride
Fortunate that we all have been
To have had you as our inspirational guide.
❣D❣

Chaturmasya

Chaturmasya-
The four month period

Where the body halts
In one place
To prevent getting
drenched in monsoon.

And where the mind halts
In one place
To get drenched
In the Eternal Spirit.

The paddy field

Yonder in the paddy field
The sun and shadow
play hide and seek
The drone sets the tone
For  another day's toil.

The white rafts of cloud
Set sail in the skies
To carry raindrops
from the faraway ocean,
for watering the plants.

The love-birds set
the landscape abuzz
with their constant chirping
as background beat to
the bullocks' fuzz.

Time for father and son to
Toil in the field
Till away to the sunset
When light gives darkness the yield.

Their toil feeds
A million hungry stomachs
Without any expectation
of favour or fervour.

The selfless travail
On black cotton soil
Passes on,
from generation to generation-
Of change, there is no avail.

The young feet have to trudge
The fallows and the sludge
At a time when he should plod
his way to the village school.

Destiny has not smiled on him, yet
The smile on him has not gone away
He churns out his karmic duties
Much like a faithful soldier
Marching, on and on, in the clay.
❣D❣

यादें

शाम ढलते ही तुम्हारी याद आई
नगमा-ए-इश्क से साँसों में सांस आई
तुम्हारे साथ बीती मीठी लम्हें याद आई
तो मेरी सूनी फलक में शहाबा आई

वही विरही उसी ख़ामोशी
यह झोंका तुम्हारी खुशबू  लायी
मैं यूँ ही तुम्हें यद् कर रहा था
तो आँखों पर अशकों का दामन लायी