My compositions II

An Ode to Shelly’s Ode

Is it early spring?

The “lunar boat" floating over the western horizon

Smiling at the stars twinkling

And bathing the mountains and streams

The sea and its silvery waves

And also the trees recouping after the

Fallen autumn leaves…..!

Happy and Permeating a rhythm with the

Gentle breeze blowing through the new born leaves  

The blushing -stream side bushes

Blooming with flowers not seen until now

Spreading the perfumed air of the spring…!

Probably, this made Shelly to Ode……!

“If winter comes Can spring be far behind?”

vk

Let there be no
Mist in the minds,
Iced feelings,
Colder thoughts
Let 2013 rises warm sunshine
Cheer and happiness….
And let friendly thoughts bloom….

  
Walking along the shore
When the sun was showing itself
On the eastern horizon
And the chilly sea breeze
Keeping the sari fly…
Enjoying the foot prints left behind
In the muddy sand

Saw at a distance a boy sitting on the wet sand
Throwing something in to the sea
Curious was I to know as to what could it be
Nearer to him I went
Saw him throwing little tiny fishes
Brushed along the shore by the waves
Alive are they still
Jumping on the wet waters

Aunty..he called me..As if understood my mind..
I am putting them in the place to which they belong
If they continue to be here
When the sun raises further in the sky
They all will die here on the shore..

My little mind wanted to test this child..
To ask ‘are you not eating fish?’
Not only fish replied the boy promptly
But I dislike killing anything for my food

Astonished was I by the
Exhibition of knowledge by the little cute boy…
When the world is full of people
Just need to know how they’re cared for
Here is a boy caring for the life of a tiny little fish

  

  

  Where are you my little sparrow…

I have not seen you now for long …..
In the lazy afternoons and busy mornings
And during pleasant evenings
I have watched on my windowsills
And on the balcony where my mother used to spray
Grains and nuts for you to clamor amid fluttering little wings
With plaintive calls for more …….
You do not have a nest..I know…
To have shelter for me…..
I have removed the flowering trees
I am sorry …in my selfishness to have..
More and more comforts……I have polluted all-round
This butchering of a beautiful species…..
I know I have to answer HIM
-vk

Is there any language for smiles..
Smile when you would like to hide..
Smile when in love
Smile when you are happy…
And also when in pain…
Smile through tears
Smile with a wink…
Also smile when you seek a help..
Reckless smile..and a crazy smile too..
Still it is a Language of smiles…
And we all smile in the same language….
And for a smile no transliteration is necessary.
-vk

He took me in both the hands...
And, He started Kissing me..His lips pressing hard
I was in eternal bliss.. Closing my eyes
I enjoyed his loving touches
Moving all over me……..
And when I started moaning..
I produced for Him and only for Him
A Divine Music ……
He continued..The everlasting kiss
The more He kissed, more the flow of music..
The Heavens and earth were filled with the Music
Nature started dancing for this music
Tthough Gopikas and Radhe were waiting for Him..
He was prepared to forsake them
And not me..He held me tightly in His hands......close to His chest……..

I decided yesterday….
I should meditate…daily…
Oh it is already 7.30…..can I do it from next day…
No..No.. I have decided…I should start now…
I chose a corner in the hall..
And after all I started meditating….
Yes I started meditating…
I am meditating now..yes…..

How it happened yesterday..Just a few seconds away
Was the child…..from death…I just saved it from being crushed by a speeding car…I pushed the child along with me to the other side..
The driver came reverse and shouted at me…Is it the way to cross the road…
I felt sad…
Why the mind is deviating..I want to meditate…

A poor old woman was sitting on the road side..I pitied her..
I gave her rupees five…
She started abusing me…. What I will get for this amount ..she yelled..keep it with you…
Again I felt sad…
I want to meditate..why such diversions…
I want to meditate…

It looks my wife was preparing coffee in the kitchen..
The smell was really tempting…
Ok! I thought… after sipping coffee I can start meditating again..
I waited..
There was a tap on the door…Oh..no power so no calling bell
My daughter opened the door…
Yes he is house owner has come for rent…I just made an apologetic smile at him and gave him the coffee…
He took it…
I told that the rent will be paid after a couple of days…
Even after taking the degree coffee his face changed..
There was an unfriendly body language….
Without telling anything, he left..
But, it told me hundred things…I felt hurt…

My God how I am going to meditate….
My wife came scolding…
She asked me why I have given the best coffee prepared for me…
I was sad…

My daughter came running ..
Appa.. today I have to pay the college fees…
All my friends have already paid…
I told her Just wait for a day..you can have it tomorrow…
She was not happy.. I was sad..

My wife was asking…..are you not going to office..see the time
I got up and started dressing up……
My wife gave me a chit…while returning bring these from nadar shop…..
I thought there is going to be another episode..either with the nadar or with my wife in the evening…
I felt sad……sad

still
I want to meditate…yes meditate..
From tomorrow…….

The tender flowers..
Blooming among the flowering sherbs and weeds..
Along a rocky tarrin……
The sunny breeze making them toss
Their head right and left..
As the Mangrove trees swaying in tune
While the older among them unable to move along..
It is hard not to be jealous of the noisy singing birds
Bringing joy to the heart weary and lonely..
-vk

A little boy standing under a neem tree
Curiously looking at an old woman
Chewing mouth full but, without teeth
With a vacant look
Selling peanuts to the passersby
What could be in his mind?
I tried to know but failed..
Was he thinking about his grandma?
Whom he had never seen..
While I was thinking, the little boy went to her
And offered her a little money from his pocket…
Keep it for you grandma, said he..
Showing his love and affection
Old woman declined asking the boy to take
Something from her….again and again…requested her
She insisted that he takes something..
Disappointed was he…. looked at her
Went back and leaned back at his place….
Thinking deeply…throwing small stones
In the muddy water nearby…
Suddenly his face lit up like that of an inventor……
And walked back to the woman old with an empty look…
Grandma……asked the boy…can you kiss me..
Old woman grabbed and hugged him
And gave a deep and affectionate kiss…
Thank you said the boy…thank you…
Now take this money said the boy..
No ..no take something from me..my child said the woman..
Grandma I have already taken the loving kiss from you..
Now take the money…..vk

Based on a recently read story...

Is it real or dream
Is it live or shadow?
Is it fear or hope?
When I was wandering and lost my way
It was then that I found you…
Spreading your rays of light all over….
I sought your guidance
To be one with you forever …
It was your smile that gave me hope…
I am living with that hope……vk...

A caterpillar crawling on the
Honeydew leaf …..
Weaving around an envelope……


What does it do inside the silky abode?

Buried itself in sleepy and lazy dreams
Does it feel for being lonely?
Without anybody around
And being in the dark…….

Without knowing that it can stay inside
Only for some time….and the
Dreams would melt away
And there will be no more darkness

When the time comes, it has to change…….
Change as a beautiful Butterfly
With full of grace and effortlessly fly away….

butterfly painting was done by my daughter Deepa Kannan ....!

a poem by Venkata Kailasam

Birds have the liberty to fly
A cage is not its place…
Do not curb its freedom… Keep them fly….


Do not hold the butterfly in the hands
Allow it to go through the fingers….
Like us it likes to have the liberty
And freely fly above your head….

I would like to idle in bed on a winter day
Or I would like to run up
To the stream flowing between a terrain
On a sunny day
Swimming all through the day

Or walk leisurely along the Mango grove
Enjoying the beaming Sun through
Their thickly leaves..
And the buzzing bees around the flowering trees

Away from the plains
Lay the towering hills
Capped by snowy cloud
Would like to climb through a stony path…

I would enjoy the chilly western wind
Touching and passing between the foot
Bringing along the fragrance from a nearby
Flower bushes….

Life is not empty …I thought…
I still have the ‘Liberty”
Like the bird in the Sky…
Or the butterfly hovering above the head….
venkatakailasam

Where is truth? I pondered…

I searched it along the way
I could find only worthless lies all-round
Fabricated lies…….
Deceit and deception
Prevarication and duplicity
Ability to tell lies and inability to identify …
Clouded conscience
Dishonest leaders and dishonest people
Call me a pessimist……..Anyway…..
But, these are the ‘TRUTH’-
-venkatakailasam