The U.S Calendar.

   Life's hub here,is very much in the web;
   Each one's routine is breezily routed through
   A racy, robotic manual, independently cast.
   One can select switches to set the day in order.
   Car-prone roads cry for two wheeler rides;
   Eateries every where,exhibit an Elizabethan variety.
   Shopping is a celebration in plastic money payoffs.
   From tissue paper rolls to trash can on roads,
   Nothing goes haywire in the hectic movement of kinds.
  ,Life lines up in a geometric perfection for easy interactions,
   For mutually rewarding transactions.
   Week end enjoyments wield energy and enthusiasm
   For the fabulous five day fit ins.
   As the exits are many,any one can choose any.
   The endless bustle of the driving spree
   Crossing the subways and fly overs
   Is nothing but a sequential flow of an apple pie order
   Signalling each one's race with their frequency modulations
   As a symptom of the competitive speed for co existence
   Without crossing ever the well set line of control.
                                        P.Chandrasekaran.

The Native Core.

      From sticky streets and slimy crowds,
      I flew to a land,
      Where streets looked
      Like laminated resting zones.
      The crowd of humanity there,
      Was a creamy layer, crisp and captivating .
      But my mind made of a thermosetting mould,
      Longed more for my slimy crowds
      On the sticky streets.
                               p.Chandrasekaran.

A Dropout.

     I frowned upon all playgrounds.
     I flatly failed to stay out door
     To float my flair for any form of sport.
     My boyhood days were not supposed to beam
     A midst the healthy,hilarious friends of a team.
     My feeble flat footed blues
     Flared up by my friendly foes
     Foreclosed the force of my toes.
     I misunderstood the rules of games
     And mistook one game for the other.
     A piggyback here and a hopscotch there,
     My game lorn whims, somersaulted at simian speed .
     Indoor,playing dice for a price,
     I fell a victim of foul game practices
     From crooked playmates perverting game norms.
     Snake and Ladder slammed my naive strokes
     With one-up-man-ship blocks.
     Cards and carom caught me at wrong ends.
     The No Entry boards were on a hit and run spree,
     While I dragged on my dampened feet
     Making new tracks on the ground,
     Faking a show of the Olympian round.
                                           P.Chandrasekaran.

At The Farming House.

   
       We sowed our seeds
       During the same auspicious season;
       You went in for genetically modified methods.
       I tilled the land with spontaneous ease
       Ever wedded to the conventional lease.
       The yields were enormously distinct.
       There were thunderous uproars on your side.
       Contrary to a scene of poise on mine.
       My subdued harvest harnessed
       A stock for the next season.  
       My soil serially became the lap of luxury.
       The successive sterile voices were
       The echoes of your granary's void.
       You were artificially unearthed.
       The soil knows what it receives.
       The sanctity of the soil is seen 
       In its acceptance of the matching seed.
       With the soul of the soil  in its yield,
       The harvest is not just a heap.
       It is the halo of harmony between
       The soil and the seed.
       The energy of the yield can not be engineered.
       It is a happening in the hands of Nature.
                                                        P.Chandrasekaran.
      
    

Marriage Anniversaries.

                          

Marriage manifests the magnificent game plan

For mastering the nuances of a neat, joint venture.

Neither a piggyback project nor a leapfrog lead,

Marriage means a routine for living for the other

And not a scheme for living at the cost of the other.

Anniversaries are annual attestations for qualifying

An arm- in- arm race for achieving the other’s dreams.

The accrued levels of confidence and compatibility,

Augment the resources for strengthening the base

For a solid summit of mutual sacrifice and satisfaction.

The cumulative entries it makes in life’s yearly ledger

Confirm in clear terms, a complete sense of belonging

In each other’s thought as much as in each other’s lot.

                              

                                                            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

The Number Game.

     Watch the new rhythms;
     Weigh them against the old ones.
     The numbers have grown as mere numbers
     In additions and multiplications.
     The keyboards display the keys
     With a variety of style and symmetry.
     The Deadly Sins have crossed
     The original Seven.
     If Moses had to revisit the humans,
     He would be asked to reset his numbers
     With Commandments new.
     The revised editions of the holy books
     Would,adding pages more,report
     The number of fresh wounds caused
     On God,mostly in His name.
     New incarnations come to bill
     As heroes of new found epics.
     New districts,new capitals,new websites
     And new control systems
     For the ever growing numbers in flesh and blood.
     Nature kills never known numbers in new designs.
     Man's extensive entries in playing the game of death
     Displays a competitive edge in number mania.
     Everywhere,new channels outnumber the old.
     New Gods,new shrines and new rituals;
     New parties,new flags and new leaders.
     New statues of Gods and leaders,old and new;
     As the numbers outnumber,
     Focus and direction flee as fugitives of the new era.
                                                           P.Chandrasekaran.