Sense of Belonging:--A Double Sonnet.

Sense of Belonging:--A Double Sonnet.

Is belonging  synonymous of permanence.
The earth belongs to the universe.
The sun the moon and the stars belong to the skies.
All living beings belong to their mothers.
When a baby beautifully clings to its mother,
It is the mother's belonging,as matter and spirit.
Growing up  changes the pattern and form of belonging.
And who belongs to whom, bids for preferential modes,
Matching the way and the place, where one grows up.
Between man and woman,who belongs to whom,
Becomes either a contract or point of contention.
Delightful togetherness is bilateral belonging.
But dependence makes being together,a blight,
Making us doubt if belonging is wrong or right.

Is sense of belonging just an illusion?
Some say,nothing belongs anywhere,to anything.
Even the air we breathe in and out, does not belong to us.
If the air belongs to the winds, where do the winds belong to.
What we think we own here, is at Time's mercy.
Even what belongs to time, does not belong to it at all times.
All things fall as the leaves and flowers from the plants and trees.
The size of the moon does not always belong to it,
So do the light and heat of the sun,getting stunted
By the temerity of rain-fooling clouds,raiding the skies.
The eclipses of the sun and the moon are like a sudden coup.
All this shows that belonging is a betraying concept.
Then why this sad, senseless longing, for a sense of belonging,
When all that bound us all together, was a transitory thronging.
                                                                                   P.Chandrasekaran.

India's August 15th..

   

August 15^th 1947 was not just another day.

How many here know, how many days went before it,

To make it the day it is and it came to be!

And how many were dead, to drive others to this day!.

Like wreathes placed on tombs and coffins,

Freedom, bloomed on bodies sown as seeds,

Sprouting, like a cluster of seedlings from the soil.

Our freedom was borrowed,from the breath of others

Who lost it, to chase the colonial curse out of the soil.

We have seen nearly seven decades of independence,

But the fruits of freedom are not yet ripe,

With rife wrangling and bickering, among my post 47

Brothers and sisters, clamoring for the entire tree, with the fruit.

We hoist out national flag on every August 15^th

With patented pride, to celebrate our independence;

We bully others every day, before and after this  day.

Though this day’s guard of honour, is due only to those,

Who ever had the guts to unfurl the national flag,

When the alien brains hurt the native hands, holding it.

The cry for independence was stronger than the catch of it.

And now the grasp of independence vests rightly with those,

Who would let the tree and its fruit belong to all,

For whose sake lives were lost, like candles in a race.

                                                                 P.Chandrasekaran.

கனிந்த நல் கலாம்.

கலாமும் காலமும்

இடம் மாறிய இணை எழுத்துக்களே;

எழுத்துக்கள்  இடம் மாறினும்

கலாமும் காலமு மொன்றே .

காலத்தைக் கணக்கிட்டேச் சென்றன

கலாமின் காலடிச் சுவடுகள்.

காலத்தை வென்றவர் காலத்தின் கருவெனில்,

காலமாவாரோ கலாம்?

இயற்கையோடு இணைந்தவர்

இயற்கை எய்துவரோ என்றேனும் ?      

விண்ணில் கலாம் ஓர் ஏவுகணை;

மண்ணில் ஏவல் அறியாக் கனி.

மழலை தொடங்கி முதுமை வரை

மனித மனம், இனிமை போற்றும் கனி;

கணிதமும் கணினியும் அறிந்த கனி.

உண்மை உணர்ந்த, உயர்ந்த கனி

மென்மையும் மெருகூட்டும் மேன்மையும்,

தன்மையாய் கொண்ட தனிச்சுவைக்  கனி.       

உரத்த சிந்தனையால் ஊக்கம் உரைத்த கனி.

பிறப்பால்  தமிழும் பிறர்க்காக ஆங்கிலமும்

சிறப்பாய்  நவின்ற கனி.
இறப்பறியாச் சிந்தனையில், என்றும்
இணையில்லா பாரதம் வென்ற கனி .
                                        ப.சந்திரசேகரன்.  

Do Not Love.

Do Not Love.

Do not love your parents,

To push them into the pockets of

Possessive self-pity;

Do not love your spouse,

To surrender each other’s self- esteem.

Do not love your children,

At the cost of their character.
Do not love your siblings
To set ablaze the serene maternal cord.
Do not love your friends
To unlock their cherished mood of privacy.

Do not love  your religion,

To reach the frenzied peak of fanaticism.

Do not love your country,

To become a zealous xenophobe.

Do not love yourself,

To step up the I over everybody else.

                                       P.Chandrasekaran.