சொல் தோழா ! 2

சொல் தோழா!
பொருளியலின் வேதம் பொருள் சேர்ப்பதோ?
அன்னிய தேசத்தின் உளவியல் அதனுள் அடங்குமோ?
நீயும் நானும் ஒரே பொருளியலில் ஊறியவர்கள்தானே..
உனக்கும் எனக்கும் தெரிந்த அன்னியச் செலாவணி ,
கருப்பைக் கடத்துவதன்றி வேறுண்டோ சொல்.
நீயும் நானும் கற்ற பொருளியல், களவும் கற்று மறப்பதற்கன்று.
களவியலும் பொருளியளும், நாம் கருவறையிலேயே களவாடியதுதானே!.
தேசம் நாவிலும், தேயம் நெஞ்சிலும், தெரிந்தே தேக்கினோம்.
பேசும் பேச்சினில், பேரம் மட்டுமே, பெரிதெனப் போற்றினோம்.
வாழும் நாளில் வாக்குகள் மாறலாம்; வழித்தடம் மாறலாம்;
நீயும் நானும் நெஞ்சினில் முடக்கிய, நஞ்சது மாறுமோ சொல் தோழா!
                                                                                 ப. சந்திரசேகரன் .      
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சொல் தோழா!. 1

சொல் தோழா!
நிலம்,
உன்னையும், என்னையும், ஊரையும்,
ஒருசேரத் தாங்கி நிற்கிறது.
நீயும் நானும் நித்தமும் நிறைத்திடும்
அத்தனை அசுத்தமும் ஊரை ஊனமாக்குகிறது.
ஊர்கனக்க, ஊர்தாங்கும் நிலம் கனத்து,
வனம் கரைய, வனம் வாழ் விலங்குகள் வழியற்று
நம்மூர் வலம் வர,வதைக்கப்பட்டு அழிக்கப்பட,
வாழ்வாதாரம் உனக்கும் எனக்கும் மட்டுந்தானா?
நிலமனைத்தும் உனக்கும் எனக்கும் என்ன
ஒட்டுமொத்த பட்டா போட்டு ஒதுக்கப்பட்டதோ?
நம் கனத்தால் நிலம் நடுங்க,
நிலத்தடி நீர் நலிய, பலமாய் பணம் விதைத்து,
பார்க்கும் பயிர் பழியோ,பாவமோ சொல் தோழா.
                                                                        ப. சந்திரசேகரன் .        
 
     

Trespassers.

         Trespassers.
Intrusion might be an intelligent move.
But the right to privacy can eject it.
When dreams encroach the pathways of sleep,
The brain encodes and decodes them,
Besides rubbishing most of them into the trash chute.
Smooth tongued intruders are difficult to dump out.
They poison the peace process of the psyche.
People with pestering queries squander our calm.
Some talk only to poke and perturb.
Reckless whats, whys and hows are worse than
Serial killers without a sense of direction.
Hospitality shrinks at the sight of senseless guests,
Whose purpose of visit is to destabilize others' mood.
The lesson for all is that, a door kept ajar is worse than open.
A closed door of the mind represents an uncultured mode.
But an open door with a graffiti that trespassers
Shall tend to become unwelcome, seems to be gratifying
To the mind,that longs for lovable coming together
Of only those, who can tag in without trespassing.
                                                                   P.Chandrasekaran. 

When Money Speaks..

Many call me money.
To mark my invisible,abstract stature.
But all treat me as cash or coin.
Cutting me into shape, as they like
Affixing figures on me,
Calling me in ritzy names, spread through,
National or regional length and breadth.
Normally I appear in paper or metal form.
These days people want to see me more,
In plastic mode, in most of their dealings.

Bearing electronic wings with an eagle's eye,
I travel like a gadget in global grandeur.
Like reptiles, I pass through every nook and corner,
Hissing secret codes for each transit.
For the honest,I am a server of what they want;
For the greedy,I am mostly a black devil
Bewitching their coffers with a clout.
When people breathe me in and out,
With a passion to conquer their dragon dreams,
I see them gasping for breath bereft of oxygen.
I am the maker of scams and scandals,
Manipulating stashing games everywhere.
I do and undo things at home and abroad,
In small and large scales and designs,
Goading,guiding,guarding and thwarting,
Things to grow, gain and crumble,
As men and their systems wish and work.
Empires are born dumping me as their base.
It is their circuitous structures that make me shake.
Like their stocks and profits from their policies, fake.
                                                                  P.Chandrasekaran.

Swearing ..

Swearing.
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Truth swears by silence;falsehood by fake smiles.
 Love does it, through the beating of the heart.
 Hatred swears by churning of emotions and thoughts,
 Besides looks,labels,words and deeds of violence.
 Friendship swears never to betray or back stab.
 Enmity ensures the process of revenge and retaliation,
 Swearing by a secret oath of the warring mode
 To destroy the opposite camp without a trace of survival.

 Pride and arrogance patronize the swearing in of success.
 Defeat gulps in moments of pain, swearing not to repeat
 The causes and symptoms of failure through oversight.
 Religion swears in the name of God,through remorse
 Or retribution to rectify and re-lay the cross roads of the mind.
 If all swear to be human,it heralds the advent of Heaven on earth.
                                                                          P.Chandrasekaran.


  

The Standing Candidate.

"Are you standing in the election?"
"Yes,I am, standing all the while,
When my leader keeps his larynx busy,
Waving to the crowd and vetting its emotion ,
If it were she, I should stand many steps away.
At times my leader would protrude his tongue,
Scolding me for not standing properly.
With folded hands I remain standing,
As a symbol of patience,resisting my rues.
The passion for power patronizes my patience.
The false smile on my fragile lips,
The begging pair of eyes that I hardly close,
Besides my acting arms and legs,
Are nothing but bogus preludes to
My swearing- in day, after which,
I will spread my wings of power to swagger.
If defeated, memories of my standing sessions,
Will stay as self made statues, slapping  my power dreams.
I was standing with the fond hopes of becoming
A sitting legislator,never to stand up and speak for a cause,
But at the next election I would resume my standing course.
My only grouse all through the standing campaign is that
I have never been allowed to stand at ease".
                                                              P.Chandrasekaran


  

The Mothers' Day. {Happy Mothers' Day to all Dedicated Mothers}..

The Mothers' Day.
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You conceive life.
All the goodness of life belongs to you.
The bad chapters are those, self written.
You can not be called an accomplice
Of the acquired deficiency syndromes.
The genuineness of your genetic base,
Prevents the core values from crumbling.
You bear, not just the load of another life,
But all its pains as yours, both before and after,
You bring out what you bear, through a battering session.
All your pains fade into thin air,
When you see your flesh and blood
In a full,felicitous form of another life.
Your lap is ever the lap of luxury.
Who ever has missed it,has lost life's fantasy preludes.
A proud giver of all that you have,
You never look forward to what your children give.
Your role is unique for being universally free from corruption.
Your role should receive reverence not on a day, but on all days.
Let the mothers' day make sense, for all your days.
                                                                P.Chandrasekaran.