Thursday, August 24, 2023

The 'my moon' moment

Oh my Vikram and Pragyan, 

The vital wings of Chandrayan!

May be we are the fourth

For soft landing as if gently kissing the moon,

But the first to land near the South pole.

Thank you Vikram for not wavering 

Like some volatile humans and

Thank you Pragyan for roving, 

Without raving like some with a mood of madness.

Artificial intelligence is the apex propeller

Activating the process without letting

Any step mislead or stroll amiss.

From kilometer to kilometer,

Every downward move was a heart beat;

From horizontal to slanting posturing

Every altered move was a beat of the pulse.

The Indian Space Research Organization

Is synonymous of Intelligence,Strength,Resilience 

And Order, 

To meet success and failure with poise.

The cause of failure of Chandrayan 2

Perceived rightly and pushed out precisely,

Took Chandrayan 3 to the victory post 

Taking along with it,the months of concerted efforts

Of men of caliber with a do or die mindset.

Twenty Third August Two Thousand Twenty Three

Became the 'my moon day' for the ISRO crew

And for our entire beloved nation,whose men

Cried with pride and glory as "my moon day"

With their hearts throbbing much more than

While winning over a World Cup cricket match

P.Chandrasekaran 



Wednesday, August 23, 2023

எட்டாக்கனிகள்.

முட்டிடும் கன்றதன்

கிட்டிடும் பாலுக்கு

பசுமடி முடிவோ,

வசமுடன் மடிபற்றும்

கறப்பவன் கரமோ?

'இட்டார் பெரியோர்'

என்பதன் இலக்கணம்,

தட்டிப் பறிப்போர்

தாவி வலம்வர,

கைக்கெட்டும் கனியது

வாய்க்கெட்டா வரவோ,

ஏய்ப்போரின் தரவோ?


குட்டக்குட்டக் குனிதல்

பணிவின் பாரமோ

வலியின் வதமோ?

வட்டம் சிறிதோ

வான்வரைபெரிதோ

கட்டிய கோட்டைகள்

காட்டிடும் சேட்டைகள்!.

கொட்டிடும் மழையில்

கூரைகள் அழலாம்;

பாறைகள் அழுமோ?

வேறூன்றா மரங்களே

வீழ்ந்திடும் சாறையாய்!


எட்டி உதைக்கையிலும்

எழாமல் உதைப்பராம் 

எட்டாக் கனிகளையும் 

இருந்தே பறிப்போர்.

நட்டவர் நலிந்தனர்

கெட்டவர் பெருத்தனர்.

எட்டாக் கனிகள்

எட்டுத் திசையிலும்

ஏழையின் கவணுக்கு.

கிட்டாப் பாலுக்கு

முட்டிடும் கன்றுகள்

முன்னும்  பின்னும்!.

                  ப.சந்திரசேகரன்






Sunday, August 20, 2023

Oh my fabulous Facebook and WhatsApp!

Oh,my fabulous Facebook.

How sociable you always look!.

But your younger brother WhatsApp

Is a sweet and serial,socio personal chap.

While you invite posts as a pleasing measure,

His posts forwarded, are a great pleasure.

His chats conflate both gossip and helpline,

To keep families and friends without whine


Unseen profiles around the world are widely active

On Facebook pages,with views and pictures attractive.

On shadow fighting mode,one can block friends as foes

Without letting wordy wars getting into unseemly blows.

While Facebook is a fit pastime,WhatsApp passes time,

In capsules of words and videos, as prime and mime.

One can afford to skip a day of the Facebook page visit

But not the WhatsApp, that sustains a day in good spirit.

P.Chandrasekaran.






Thursday, August 10, 2023

Confidence or No Confidence?

Self-confidence reflects

What one believes in oneself.

No confidence refutes

What is believed in others.

The world is full of confidence tricksters.

Their speech is a sedative or a narrative

That lets others either sleep or believe.

Words may be just needles of a syringe

To bring others under their doctrine,

Or paddles of a boat, to sail to their defence.


Reasoning is the razor's edge for tricksters.

Ranting makes them rock and cause blisters.

Listening to them is an exercise in delusion.

Because they keep listeners' minds in dilution

An awakened mind raises the sudden alarm

To treat confidence tricks as a teacup's storm.

When force and thrust become a freeway drive,

The ears and the mind should resist to thrive.

Once the dynamics of the tricks are dispelled, 

No confidence move is viewed to be rightly held.

P. Chandrasekaran.


Tuesday, August 1, 2023

Dreams of permanence.

     Dreams of permanence

     Are dumped under

     Time's paper weight. 

     Once the weight is lifted

     The papers will fly,

     In the direction of the wind.

     The wind blows from God's bastion.

     The power of man is a punctured wheel.

     Where there is wear and tear,

     Where is permanence?


    The cry for permanence peters out

    With ageing and staging of death.

    The colours of mankind

    Like those of the rainbow,

    Cast their distinct mark 

    As ephemeral sparks of a glow worm,

    With its short-lived term.

   Permanence has its puckered face

   Battered by Time's hit and run ride.

   Still,dreams of permanence stay wide.

   P.Chandrasekaran.