This Poet...

This Poet is a poor man 

A homeless carefree bird 

He tries as much as he can 

But he only has his word 

  

In silence weaves his vivid verse 

He rhymes and chimes with rain 

Whether they be long or terse 

He pens his joy and pain 

  

This poet is a fearless man

Save his creator, fears none 

Believes himself, rather than 

On providence to get things done 

  

They laugh at him and do call him 

An idealist lost in time 

Fancy’s child of endless whim 

Nature dances to his rhyme 

  

This poet is a vagabond 

His home is with the trees 

At natures bosom and far beyond 

He sits to pen at ease 

  

He stays awake on starry nights 

To gaze at the endless sky 

He drifts along the celestial lights 

Inspiration for the inward eye 

  

This poet speaks nothing but 

The truth and simple things 

He flies away from the daily rut 

On his colorful poetic wings 

Blog of the year 2012

dsnake1 (Cheong lee san) has nominated this blog for the "Blog of the year 2012" award at the "thought palette"...A great way to start this year for my blog! Thanks Cheong for the sweet gesture.I am truly overwhelmed.


I nominate Ramblings & Musings and Fools rush in for the award. Congrats RK and Granny Annie. I admire you both for your enthusiasm and the color you add to the blogosphere. Keep it up!

Run Run...

Hey! Slacker, Run for the cup

Fore’ you fade into the frantic crowd

The world forgets the runner-up

Glory only to the winner proud

The track is warm but the wind is cold

The race is short-so don’t be cowed

Run for glory, run for the Gold

Don’t you hear the clapping aloud?

Race toward the finishing rope

Like lightning from a darkened cloud

With long strides of pride and hope

Run for honor and believe you could

Pull every muscle for the final run

This is the day, a dream avowed

Run, Run – you’re second to none

There’s the podium and victory shroud! 

Happy Pongal!

a scene near Thirupatur...

Farmers eagerly waiting for customers to buy their Sugarcane.Their Face tells the story....With the new generation more interested in burgers and Pizza's, sugarcane as a Pongal season delicacy is fast becoming history....

Along the Temple wall

A farmer sits all day

With Sugarcane so sweet

Yet, none to buy at all

With sadness in his eye

He looks at every passerby

As If to ponder why

Why none stop to buy?

The festival that he knew

The overflowing pot

The overflowing joy

And a beginning new

are just delusions now

A hopeless holy cow

A future bleak, unsure

With a pointless plough

Times are changing fast

Fresh shoots forget the roots

The meanings that he knew

are figments of the past

The generation of today

Behind burgers, buns & fries

Realize not the bliss

Of Nature’s simple way

 Pongal will remain

Another holiday forever

In memories so sweet

Like his unsold sugarcane

Next year he might have

To a builder sold his land

Then sit by the Temple and laugh

At what we’ll never have…

Ashokism Award 2012 - Naduvula Konjam Pakkatha Kaanom

Naduvula Konjam Pakkatha Kaanom - easily my choice for the movie of the year. This is just brilliant ...in every aspect. Debutant director Balaji Tharanitharan has picked a bizarre real life incident and weaved it into a brilliant plot with a near perfect screen play. The movie kept me on the edge and maintained its distinct humour mixed tension throughout. The entire cast is brilliant. Vijay Sethupathi is perfect for the role. His dialogue "enna achhu..." never bores you even after its umpteenth repetition. Bagavathy aka Bugs needs special mention for his brilliant portrayal of himself.
On the whole- A thoroughly enjoyable entertainer. Well done Balaji.

The other interesting or impressive attempts of 2012 are Pizza and Vazakku enn 18/9.

Pa.Ranjith's Attakkathi is another out of the box movie I enjoyed.

A drop of rain...

Photo : ashok

Dusty wind –

        Dry leaves fly

Drunken clouds;

        Monsoon days

I look up

        The sullen sky

A drop of rain

        On my face

A Parched life

        Behind a mask

Caught in the arid

        Everyday grind

Few more drops

        Are all I ask

To cool my weary

        Worn out mind

With open arms

        The path I walk

No umbrella;

        No rain coat;

I crave to dance

        Like a peacock

A poet, a child,

        A carefree heart

 

Feathered friends

Art by Ashok

There were once I remember
Noisy morning pleasures;
Cute little browny sparrows
Life’s sweet, simple refreshers.

Chirping by my window
They woke me every morn;
Pecking on the glass pane
When my day was born

The birdbath in my court
Where they used to throng
Their favorite social spot
To preen and tweet their song

The city is now grown-
Concrete, Traffic and smoke.
Where trees swayed and bloomed-
Cars and crowds choke

The court is now deserted
My feathered friends are gone;
The Birdbath breeds mosquitoes;
In silence breaks the dawn

I stare at my glass window;
Through soot I see the future;
Looting, losing as we speak
The simple pleasures of nature

Today my daughter asked me 

 “What are sparrows dad?”
“Sweet little chirpers”, I told her
“Feathered friends I once had”. 

My Poetry

When they’re bold

They’ll make you freeze.

When they’re cold

They’ll make you sneeze.

When they’re easy

They’ll feel like grease.

When they’re crazy

They’ll cut the cheese.

When they’re soulful

Your heart they’ll squeeze.

When they’re joyful

You’ll feel the breeze.

When they’re profound

They’ll bring you peace.

When they propound

You’ll bend your knees.

When they’re livid

You’ll wilt and wheeze.

When they’re vivid

They’re Nirvana’s keys!

Happy New Year !!!