The Carrier Prototypes.

               The cradle is an inverted parachute
           Insulating the infant, like the mothers womb;
           A lulling limousine journey to the sleep terminal,
           A respite to the mother's lap for a while;
           The outdoor perambulator parades innocence
           With fairy tale scenes filling the fancy of the kid.
           The palanquin is a pomp of power,
           Like an age-old trunk box stuffed with
           The timeless arrogance of authority.
           It makes beasts of burden of men,
           For animating  lifeless loads born to rule.
           The hearse like the womb, justifies
           Carrying as an act of caring.
           From the cradle to the hearse,
          The acceleration accrued is not accidental.
          It is a pattern clear, of experience in power steering.
          Why should a temple elephant go must
          At god's own premises and steer its way
          To trample upon the mahout that drove him?
          Who should carry whom also fixes the hour
          For who to drive,to steer and to wield power,
          The carrier prototype norms framed from time to time,
          Include schedules of the power game ever in its prime.

                                                                     P.Chandrasekaran
       
         

God's Profile.

              For some God is just a portrait,
              Available at zero premiums.
              For many at the lower slabs,
              God is a fate builder and destiny driver.
              For those at the mid post,
              God is an answering machine.
              For a few at the higher rungs
              Of honest mind fixing,God co-exists
              At equations human and friendly.

              This closer ,kinetic mind clinging,
              Like a crowning catch in cricket,
              Connects divine website to human access.
              Minutes of ecstasy, meet the whole time goals.

              God is a tacit transformer;
              The inherent alchemist, effecting
              The perfect chemistry of coming together,
              Through His integral coding system
              With pre-set well meaning itinerary
              For emergency landings and takeoffs,        
              Letting the human intent to choose
              Its own route and rendezvous.

              While the willing play with Him,
              The not willing are made to knock at His doors,
              As and when He wills them to.

                                                             P.Chandrasekaran.

Yesterday,Today and Tomorrow

          The past is a parasite;
          It eats away the present
          Through a spray of memory pests.

          The present is a prophet;
          It prescribes precepts with potholes
          For a fairy tale tomorrow.

          The future is a fiction in foresight;
          It is locked in myth and mirage
          Bound for delusive happenings.

          Wisdom should withdraw from
          Trendy concepts of time,
          Helping us taste life,for the taste of it.

                                                      P.Chandrasekaran 

In Praise of the Elements.

                            .                

           I love the life-giving soil

       Because it makes me toil

       To receive its ripening reward

       For life’s labour, labelled hard.

       I meekly adore the lofty sky

       For my hopes, that largely lie

       In the directions marked high;

       I proudly salute the invisible air

       That makes me breathe fresh and fair,

       For a purpose pruned to progeny’s care.

       I worship the water’s holy grace

       Cleansing dirt at a regular pace

       To give my mind a secured space.

       I would fall in awe before the Lord of Fire,

       Not for fear of his flames and fumes of ire,

       But for promptly lifting my spirit much higher

       To my mortal remains held in a pyramid of pyre.

                                                           P.Chandrasekaran

The Dozen Faces of Death

     
                                       

           1} Death anticipated is:-

               Ambulances honking all through the way.

           2} Death waitlisted is:-

               Waiters’ patience wasting away

           3} Death marked in hit list is:-

               Encounters  empowering the agents of death

           4} Death engineered is:-

              Mercenaries manifesting their macabre might.

           5} Death committed is:-

              The failure of the art of living on all counts.

           6} Death executed is:-

              Judicial sanctions getting sanctified.

           7} Death declared is:-

               Putting a nail on life’s coffin.

           8} Death reported is:-

               The Fourth Estate parading its flair for poetry.

           9} Death mourned is:-

              The writing of elegies on an experimental basis.

          10} Death celebrated is:-

               Dispensing happily with unwanted,undesirable lives.

          11} Death honoured is:-

               Gunshots hitting the height of skies.

          12} Death experienced is:-

               Serene Silence stealing the show.

                                                               P.Chandrasekaran

                        

Exchange of Melodies.

   Marriage is a song in praise of one’s woman

  Who adores her man meeting her mindset;

  It is a verse in the form of vibrant voice chat,

  With rhythms relocating each other’s dreams.

  Skirmishes here and there set the ball rolling

  For an instant access to trouble shooting shifts.

  Pyramids of give and take,become big pointers

  To the process of perfecting a peer programme.

  From the founding base of widening perceptions

  Of all the ‘what,how and why’ of coming together,

  Rich tunes celebrate with supporting song sense,

  The twin gender grasp of a holistic heart rendition.

 Wherever exchange of melodies monitors frequencies

 The music of marriage mellows down its discrepancies.

                      

                                                                             P.Chandrasekaran.

Hallucinating Expressions.

  Expressions that do not mean what they appear to mean. 
  Guess what they mean?

1} Dutch courage is not the courage of the Dutch.

2} Sleeping policeman is not a cop asleep.

3} Shot gun marriage is not the one celebrated at gun shot

4} Portuguese man-of-war is not a soldier from Portugal.

5] Wet blanket is not one drenched in water.

6} Black widow is not a woman in black, without her husband

7} Fruit cake is not a bakery product.

8} Wooden spoon is not a kitchen utensil.

9} Grass widow is not a widow selling grass.

10} A five-o-clock shadow is not one caused by the setting sun

Answers:-

1} Drunken courage.
2} A road hump
3} An emergency marriage necessitated by

the bride’s pregnancy. 4} A jelly fish 
5} one who takes out fun from a situation

6}  A North American poisonous spider 
7} An eccentric person 8} The last place in a race

 or competition. 
9}  A woman whose husband 
lives away most of the time.

10} A slight growth of hair on the skin of a man several hours after he had shaved.

                                                                                  P.Chandrasekaran