புத்தாண்டு 2016.புன்னகைக்கிறது.

புத்தாண்டு 2016  புன்னகைக்கிறது
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உதடுகளின் சாம்ராஜ்யத்தில்
புன்னகையையை அரியணை ஏற்றுவோம் !
பொய் மேகங்கள் பெயர்ந்து கலையட்டும்.
உதடெனும் பூச்செடி  உதிர்ப்பது
வண்ணமிடும்  உண்மை மலர்களாகட்டும் .
கையில் பணமும் கணக்குகள் பலவும்,
செய்யா அதிசியங்கள் செய்து காட்டிட,
ஐயம் அறியா அன்பைக் குவிப்போம் !
பூமியின் பலமே புதுமைகள் படைத்தலெனின்,
பலமாய் புதுமைகள் பழகுவோம் பாரில்.
பொருளோடு அருளும் புவியை வென்றிட
புத்தாண்டுப் படியினை பணிந்துத் தொடுவோம்!
படபடவென முன்னேறப் பயணம் தொடருவோம் !
                                                                              ப. சந்திரசேகரன்.  

இனிய கிறிஸ்துமஸ் திருநாள் .

                                 இனிய கிறிஸ்துமஸ் திருநாள் .
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                          மெழுகென உருகி ஒளியெனப் பரவு ;
                          எழுத்திலும்  பேச்சிலும் பளிச்சிடும்  எண்ணம்
                          உழுத நல்உள்ளம், ஊட்டிய உயர்வே .
                          பொழுதெலாம் பேணும் அன்பின் அணுக்கள்,
                          முழுதும் தகர்க்குமாம் முறையிலா வன்மம்.
                          கழுகதன் பார்வையில், காலமும் இரையே.
                          பழியின் பக்கங்கள் பல தலைமுறைக்காம்.
                          அழிவினில் காத்திட அரியதோர்  அவதாரமெடு.
                          விழிகளின்  காட்சியில் சத்தியக் கனலாய் ,
                          மொழிதனில் கனியாய், தொழிலினில்  துடுப்பாய்,
                          எழிலுறும் வாழ்வினில் இறைவனின் முத்திரை,
                          வழியெலாம் பதித்து விடியலைப் போற்று.
                                                                                  ப. சந்திரசேகரன்.  

Christmas Song December 2015..

Christmas Song, December 2015.
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The Christmas itinerary of the Lord does neatly steer,
Like a spreadsheet of minutes,spread through the year;
Everyday events,edited annually,aptly adorn the sheet,
Wherein, themes of addition and deletion.meekly meet.

His Christmas visits carry a special range and rhythm;
The souls serene,pull him like a hymn, to their system.
Wherever he sees a melting glow of love-mixed,mercy,
Pat he delivers more candles with his core of clemency.

He certifies smiles and tears in their valid wield and form
But writes off those,born of customary clicks sans a norm.
He enjoys warmth and wisdom as sweet cakes and cheese
As he does carols, sung in praise of perfect joy and peace.

The annual glory of Christmas is thus a cumulative slot
Of capital collections of goodness cherished and sought.
                                                                         P.Chandrasekaran.

The Chosen Nightmares.

The Chosen Nightmares.
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Calamities are no casual events.
The arrogance of acquisition,
The evil of encroachment
And the greed for exploiting vegetation,
Boomerang as horrid rains, floods and drought.
Nature is no scapegoat for man's manoeuvres.
Corporates should exist, but not at the cost of
Cosmic norms, governing life on this planet.
River beds and lake shores exist,
Not to become the last resort of the poor,
To be driven to  disaster and death,
To be washed away like logs of wood.
Build not,to belittle the soil and its stuff.
Safety is mostly a self driven mechanism.
But in securing safety,endanger not,
The living environment, with least responsibility.
Deluge and ruin are no doubt,Nature's game plans.
But let not human highhandedness.
Push Nature's game plans through the backdoor.
We choose our own nightmares at a huger cost,
By digging our graves sooner,than driving the life wagon.
                                                             P.Chandrasekaran.


   

Life's Archives

  Life's Archives.

All saved moments of life,
Do not find a place as treasures,in one's archives.
Some are preserved as personal files.
Others become printouts for private circulation.
Some get deleted too,in course of time.
A few also get retrieved from the recycle bin.
It's all because of the processor's failure,
To filter what is to be cherished,
And what is to perish as failed shots.
Between intelligence and emotion,
Who plays foul or performs collateral damage,
Is more a casual happening,than one cataloged.
The contextual glory of life is at times
Set aside by a scroll of suffocating situations.
Intelligence and emotions are like Facebook friends,
Endorsing posts with likes and comments,
With their yardsticks of perusal and passion.
The more you peruse,the more you skip.
The more passionate,the richer the archives.
Life's archives are heavier with passion,
But stronger, on programmes of sense and sensibility.
                                                             P.Chandrasekaran.

Right Wing Thoughts.

Right Wing Thoughts.

When we were fledged,
Our right wing spread first;
The left lagged behind.
Being always right,we thought,
The left is bereft of the might of right.
We are sticklers to well set norms,
And not losers with liberal storms.
Our one target orientation owns us.
We do not look side ways to add weight.
Our soul is stronger,not being secular.
Our own values govern us,not others'.
Demagogues call us democrats.
Rebels keep telling,we are rigid.
Carnival pets, call us conservatives.
Carpet baggers cast calumny against us,
Calling us communal with majority guts.
All this acrimony and all these aspersions,
Not just because, we are always right,
But because we strongly believe
That might alone can never be right.
                                                    P.Chandrasekaran.

The Pen is Mightier,but........

Fix not the horse behind the cart.
Sense should never lead,from behind,
The preconceived precept of right.
Today the alphabet counts more
Than the attitudes in creativity.
Beware of the ruling arms more than
The  pen- turned keyboard, with its symbols.
Rightly deliver what is rightly conceived.
One wrong can not set right another.
Deeper wounds should look for healing
Rather than hurting,to cause further wounds.
Let the labour pains of creativity be genuine.
A warrior born of valorous unison hits not
With a rusted sword, raised to infect the enemy.
Fight the brute powers,flaying issues with a flair.
By shunning the itch for sensations, through sinning.
It is not that the mob is meant only for filthy flavor.
Create better taste for the crowd with a care
For the alphabet you choose to project,
And the visuals that you upload for wider reach.
Let not the words and visuals mar the pang of birth.
A creator is a stallion and a palomino for posterity
Not a still born child to be struck down for burial .
                                                                  P.Chandrasekaran.