Christmas Song

        Christmas is a celebration in aesthetics.

        Bethlehem was the centre from where

        Beauty began its breezy flow in all fineness.

        The stars that guided the Magi,

        Were drawn over there by a fascinating flash.

        The symmetry behind the crib and the Christmas tree

        Was the synopsis of a structural evolution

        That placed the form of beauty

        Far beyond its skin-deep formulations

        Of  a  static sensuous pattern.

        Christmas characterized beauty

        As a growing, governing and galvanizing course.

        There is beauty in the flow of blood

        Running through our veins and arteries

        Like the beauty of the psalms flowing into our souls.

       The delight of Christmas is in the dynamics of love

       That makes each one’s life a carry on process

       Holding closely to each one’s thoughts

       The crystal concept of beauty as truly as

       The beautiful words adorning the pages of the Bible.

                                            P.Chandrasekaran.                                       

                  

Christmas Song.

                    

Christmas season unravels the glory of the concept

That a mind clean alone, can carry the credentials

For catching up honestly with the crib and the cross

To frame the cornerstones of one’s conscious living.

The taste of yummy Christmas cakes leaves tacitly,

Its flavours sweet, as tattoo marks on our tongues

Percolating perfectly,   into our hearts and thoughts,

The enduring essence of our grateful submission to

The   core of Baptism and the Holy Communion.

The glow of the burning candles ever flows fairly,

Into one’s natural intent and native understanding

As the classic character of Christ ever committed to

His corrective course of throwing a retrieving light

On the labyrinthine corridors of the human route.

The chromatic rendition of carols displays deftly,

A rehearsal of the on- going life’s ups and downs

Caused by one’s personal whims and vagaries

As it swiftly salvages the frail, floating life boat

From getting critically capsized and fatally lost.

Christmas clearly offers a cast iron guarantee

For a non-stop transmission of joy and peace

On a stable and sound life-time investment of

The hard-earned returns of one’s sterling assets.

                                                   P.Chandrasekaran

Christmas Song.

Christmas marks the clearance of all delusions;

The Magi were promptly shown directions clear,

By the unfailing stars of the Divine Order.

The serene glow of the Star of Bethlehem                                                             

Flowed straight into the hearts of men

Fixing the G P S  for life’s right terminals.

Deviation was never an item on the Christmas agenda.

Even the miracles performed, were not patented

For promoting the intrigue of illusions of a magic show.

Meant instead they were,

For mending the wayward sheep on a renegade path.

The Sermon on the Mount was a straightening discourse

For attaining perfection through the healing of  wounds

Caused by delusions personified.

When the visually impaired vindicate validly

The Braille version of the Bible,

The seeing should always see things

As a vaster benefit of their vision

Without winding their ways on deceptive tracks.

While walking in a crowd, watch your goal.

When you walk alone, form forthright foot prints.

The paths trodden without the  pangs of guilt ensure,

Delusion-free days and nights as Christmas guarantee.     

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                                                               P.Chandrasekaran                                                   

Christmas Song

Christmas is a day of lamination

In the name of The Lamb of God;

Laminate thoughts of love to shine

Like the lovely smiles of little kids.

Let the latent goodwill ever lie intact,

With built-in layers of the lactic stuff

Sucked from the staple source of sacrifice.

Let goodness of life get stuck to the soul,

Like a child clinging to the lap of its mother.

Live latched on straight, to life’s lofty goals;

Get riveted to the leading lines of the Holy Book,

With its protective leaves, lending lifeline clues.;

Let the Christmas cheer and the Character of life,

Carry on together the benign process of blending

Like lamp and its light, like candle and its glow,

Like the flow of blood and its throb in the heart

For a progressive pattern of life’s reinforcement.

                                                                P.Chandrasekaran