Free Speech

 Free speech has its right and reasonable reach

 Wherever the 'me' and 'you' assure no breach.

  Free speech is hated by despots as a lousy leech, 

  When it wriggles on the doors of imperial screech.

 Free speech flatly encounters many an uproar, 

 Whenever it expresses fair feelings,kept in store. 

 Inflated or triggered conflicts collect into a core

 As the political bulls sharpen their horns to gore.

Free speech is the forlorn child of the Fourth Estate;

But the media's music is in tune with the power spate.

Even justice raises its voice on heavy issues, ethically late;

So how can free speech remain as common man's mate? 

World around has turned socially vibrant,in digital form

But with no tongue to topple suppression,by verbal storm.

P. Chandrasekaran.

The tragic takeoff

What kind of tragic takeoff is this?

Baggage checked, and security checked.

May be the carrier was carefully checked too.

Who would have ever thought that

The flight they boarded, would soon become a crematorium,

With their hopes of landing, fatally falling into death traps?

The forsaking hands of God 

Were perhaps firm in their grip,

To forcefully pull down the flight, instantly after takeoff.

The passengers and the crew travelled to death's destination,

Taking along with them, a few more unaccompanied lives.

Race, religion, and nationality remained rumbled, and ravaged.

Whose fault caused this ferocious fall of the airborne Boeing? 

Where are our air travel safety norms tacitly, and tactlessly, going? 

P. Chandrasekaran.

கலைஞரின் வாசமிகு நினைவுகளில்,

முத்தமிழும் செம்மொழியும்,

கொத்துக் கொத்தாய் 

கொடிகளின்றிப் பூத்து,

சத்துமாவுச் சொற்களென

வித்தை பலபுரிந்து

வீறுநடை போட்டிடவே,

வித்திட்ட நாளிதுவாம்!

நித்தச் சூரியனின்

புத்தொளிப் பரவசத்தில்,

சத்தமிட்டுச் சொல்வோம் !

"திருக்குவளைத் திருநாளும்

திருக்குறளின் ஓவியமும்

திரட்டிய தீந்தமிழால்,

ஜூன் மூன்றில்,

தான் விரிந்து

வான் மிளிரும்,

வரலாற்றுக் கலைஞரின்,

வாசமிகு நினைவுகளில்!"

ப.சந்திரசேகரன்.