The Face Book.

               
    The Facebook.
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Life is a book  of  faces,

Young and old, and old and new,

Getting uploaded and  deleted,

During routine log- in sessions.

Faces firm and feeble, fine and frowning,

Fit into the accept/decline mode;

Faces all, do not form the friend list.

But friends have their faces fixed.

Fragile faces win up friends;

Fragile friends lose their faces.

All faces at the surface,

Seem to have similar wavelengths.

But the closer you go,  the wider the lengths;

The waves receding, once for all.

Move to the trash, faces tainted,

And restore from  the recycle bin,

The steadfast ones moved there by mistake.

Log in to chat with faces saved,

That make the chat chance less to log out.  

Let profiles keep changing, feeding one’s fancy.

Cosmetic changes may give the book a new look.

But the character of the chat binds the book,

With faces clinging to each one’s heart.                       [P.Chandrasekaran]

Paper Tigers.

           Paper Tigers.

     Fear is a fashion of the mind.
     To halt hallucinations 
     Is not to heckle the brain,
     To harness more of its manipulations.
     No.do not threaten threats; 
     Receive them stoutly,with a ruling hospitality.
     That which rattles without rage.
     Hoist the poise flag with conquering colours.
     Breathe in the formidable  with a fellow feeling.
     The bulldozing postures of the grudging guest,
     Get macerated,
     Like pieces of rusk in a cup of milk.
     By the melting script of the host.

                             P.Chandrasekaran.