Call to Divine.

Prayer 

with Faith and Belief :

Oh, My Lord !
Answer

with Love and Mercy.

* 

Merry X-mas.

From the gold mine

Diamond of high brilliancy,

From the oyster in the sea

A beautiful white pearl,

From the green plant

A rare fragrant flower, 

In the Milky Way

 The twinkling Bright Star,

To show the Path of Life.

Oh, Virgin Mary !

By the grace of God

From you

Jewel of Jewels,

Jesus Christ.

His Birthday today.

Happy and Merry Christmas.

***** 

Invitation to the Doomsday.

உலகம் யாவையும் தாமுளவாக்கலும், 

 நிலை பெறுத்தலும், நீக்கலும், நீங்கலா, 

 அலகிலா விளையாட்டுடையார், அவர் தலைவர்!

அன்னவர்க்கே சரண் நாங்களே

reciting:

Ulagam yavaiyum thamulavakkalum

Nilai peruththalum neekalum neengila 
Alagila vilaiyattudaiyar avar thalaivar 

Annavarke saran nangale.

meaning:

Creation of the whole Universe, 

Making it to exist, and to destroy it : 
This is the endless and limitless play of our Lord 

To such Lord, we all surrender.

This is the opening verses of his Ramayana 
by Tamil Poet Kamban. Rest is the Epic. 

Without His will, none can create,  

maintain or destroy the world. 

If He wills, nobody or nothing can stop it. 

Then why to worry about Doomsday. 

All these are as per His sweet will. 

So, resign to His will and surrender to Him, 

And Pray : With His Mercy, even Blind can see : 

Paradise may be Regained. 

Have Faith : Love is God.
*

Anyhow, are we not inviting the Doomsday our self 
to come soon on earth 
by committing serious & heinous crimes ?: 

- increased characterless population 

- degrading environmental pollution 
- dangerous atomic and nuclear evolution 
- hateful human relation 
- more gender discrimination 
- mindless nature degradation. 
- beastly sexual over action  
*
- Desiring other man's wife:
burning of  Lanka: Ramayan.
- Dishonoring a woman in public 
by disrobing her in the court:

Mahabharata war.
*

In the recent Delhi incidence,
before hyper  cries dies down to hypo cries,
May all authorities 
judicial, legislative and executive
sit together to do the needful
for prevention of recurrence 
of such happenings here and elsewhere,
without any mutual blaming
and political hypocrisy.

By this and by God's Grace,
May the invitation to the Doomsday be cancelled .
End of Mayan Calender
And hope start of New Indian Calender.
*
We are fast changing to western culture,
forgetting our old Indian culture.
The youngsters crossing the limit in some areas.
Either they are more attracted towards it
or they don't understand the implications 
and outcome.
For any change, we have to pay the price.
They don't come freely.
Only thing, the price should not be high :
self respect, honor, life etc.
*
Emotions are essential human requirement.
Without emotions, man is considered as dead.
But, decision are not to be taken 
during emotional disturbance.
*
Gandhiji considered consuming liquor
is the worst of all sins.
It is root cause for all other sins.
In inebriated condition, he is not in 
a position to distinguish the wife 
and mother or other ladies.
Youngsters should keep away from 
consuming liquor, even as fun.
*
Instead of advising youngsters,
elders should guide them
by setting themselves as examples.
Decorum and decency in behavior 
in public places is mandatory and essential.
Parents, teachers, leaders and politicians
should act accordingly.
When the elders leave the world,
instead of any other thing,
for the youngsters
they should leave better legacy.
*****

Divya Drishti (insight)

He has seen the beauty in the stone,

Yes, he has seen the beauty in the stone.

Even with no vision in both the eyes,

He has found the ways to see:

He has seen the beauty in the stone. 

Mahabalipuram, seen by the Pallava kings,

No other city in the world can match:

He has seen the beauty in the stone.

He made a female and a male,

He provided their speech 

and breathe in their eyes.

We came in search of a beautiful place to see,

My love, place your eyes with my eyes,

And see the world through my eyes:

He has seen the beauty in the stone.

Young with overwhelming beauty,
And other side, for the reciting musical melody,
Like the dancing lady on the stage,
My love, you are dancing in my heart:
Yes he has seen the beauty in the stone.

With body and soul, my dear,
you are my life.
The sea may dry,
But my love to you will never change.

He has seen the beauty in the stones,
Even after vanishing vision in both the eyes,
He has provided the ways to see:
Yes, he has seen the beauty in the stone.

*****
Optically challenged ?
God's Grace Curative !
Better Divya Drishti (Insight)
Than human eye sight.
*

Tears on Loan

For the well being and happiness of all

I recite the songs.

For my living, who will sing ?

When I recite the songs,

they hear, rejoice and dance.

Hereafter with me, who will dance ?

  
Who understands
the soft flowery heart that I have,
but earned a bad name. 

Poor man, I am without any way to go,

Whatever I say is the sin .

My heart itself turned foe against me !

Where can I take the tears on loan ?

No, even if it comes on loan, 

I will refuse.

It takes time for the fairness to settle,

And to feel and see the justice.

Then it will be known who I am !

Your look falling on my heart,

What is your thinking,

I can understand.

Now I am dumb and silent

Without any language.

But one day, I may speak.

You can live, finding your own ways

You can be happy,

Wherever you go.

Finding my own way, henceforth I can depart,

And I can go on reciting

for your welfare and happiness.

For the well being and happiness of all,

I recite the songs,

For me, who will sing ?

*****

Month of Maargazhi.

Of the varying Seasons,

She is the mild green early spring.

Of the depicting fine arts,

She is the beautiful painting.

Of the months in the year,

She is maargazhi in winter.

Of the variety of flowers,

She is the fragrant jasmine.

Of the colorful birds,

She is the peaceful white dove.

Of the melodious songs,

She is the tranquil lullaby.

Of the tasty fruits,

She is the juicy mangoes.

Of the flowing wind,

She is the soft soothing breeze.

For her milky bright smile,

She is the young child.

For her snowy embrace,

She is the young lady.

For her every care and love,

She is the affectionate mother.

With all, it is nice that

She made me such a poet.

Jungle Queen

Oh, the dew drops !

Sleeping on the leaves of the bamboo trees,

Oh, the sun ! with your bright rays,

taking those sleeping dew drops.

On the trees rubbing the branches

shoulder to shoulder with pleasure, 

Oh residing birds ! kissing with love

mouth to mouth.

I don't have any wings,

No companion for my longing youth, 

No fire, for the chillness,

And no fertility for my femininity. 

He visited the other day,

but could not see him again till to-day.

Oh my buddy, the birdie,

If you see him, tell him to come.

A rare very old song

*****

Pandit Ravi Shankar - Remembering.

May Your Non-Matching Soul 

Rest in Musical Peace.

*****

Dancing Ego : Ugo or Igo.

Why happiness sees everything as new ?

Whether this is that called Love ?

Whether this is that, I don't know ?

The eyes meet the eyes,

celebrate the possessive dreams.

While thinking, the heart plays the ball.

"Young lady I am" I said, he held my hands,

"My love", he called me with love.

Very Nice......
Good Competition.

jilu, jilu, jilu, jilu......

I'll intoxicate the whole world.

gala, gala, gala, gala....

 see, my speaking bangles.

I'll dance....you see,

I'll sing.....you hear.

If heavy flow in river,

we can construct a dam.

But across the path of love,

whether we can create the obstruction ?

Mad woman, 

don't dream to conquer the love !

Don't try to talk intelligently,

Answer the jinglers on my feet !

Come to the center of the stage,

Talk by your dancing walk !

Dancing ferocious peacock, I am

With what arrogance,

you have come here to dance ?

Singing  sweet melodies, nightingale I am.

With jealousy, don't spread the hood,

and dance like the venomous cobra ! 

Whether any other dancer equal me ?

Whether the mere thunder will bring the rain ?

Foolish lady, 

Whether any other dancer equal me ?

I don't fear for the lightning ,

No vain arguments !

Come to the forefront and dance,

I don't fear for the lightning !

No more vain arguments,

Come to the forefront and dance.

*****  

 Performance par excellence by the artists!

Beautiful, is it not ?

*

Life : A Good Song.

Each and every flower is telling

Life means the fighting war-front.

Each dawn of the day is telling

If it is night, day will come.

Faith is required, in our life;

A good goal will surely

attain success one day.

Heart, Oh heart, get transformed,

Whether mountain or snow

make the dashing attempt

The heart should never

and at no time break

"What a life is this ? "- such thoughts

 should never reach the mind.

Which man's heart does not carry any wound ?

please tell if  there is one.

Bear, time will heal 

all the wounds magically.

Only the stone bearing the pain of the chisel

turn into a beautiful sculpture .

And only the heart bearing the pains of life

will attain the eternal happiness.

Who does not have the struggle ?

Then why this flow of tears ?

A dream, if you try daily,

one day it may turn into a reality !

Heart, Oh heart, get transformed !

Whether mountain or snow

make the dashing attempt !

Each and every flower is telling

Life means the fighting war-front.

We will recite our life song,

Think more than the sky

And we will inhale only the efforts

like our breathe 

With dreams a lac in our eyes,

Goals constantly in our hearts,

None to defeat us;

And we will fight with strong will.

Oh man! Tear your heart
and sow the seeds,
It will grow into tree.
Insult and utter failure, 
All will turn successfully
 into better relation.

Is there any history 

without mention of failure or defeat ?

If we can reach the goal, 

nothing to feel sorrow.

If there is clarity of thoughts ,

You can conquer the the vast sky.

Each and every flower is telling

Life means the fighting war-front.

*****

Lovely Lyrics,

dedicated to my friend :
Count not the disability,
but account the ability,
skill & achievements.
*

Human - Man and Woman.

See the human being,

A lush green tree when standing;

When falls, a lengthy log.

If collected, my dear,

whether it will be useful as firewood ?

If burnt, my dear,

Whether there remains 
at least any charcoal ?

See the fascinating figure of the lady,

Beautiful with the thilak and  flower !

On aging and lies sick on bed,

Is she worth a penny ?

See the young bull-like fellow,

With healthy and well-built physique

And in desire circling the women;

On aging, with his hunched back,

Whether he will be able 

to play the same game like this.

See, this man amassed bags full of wealth,

 Last year with the faith on rain, 

Sowed  in his land the grain,

And often manipulated the account book,

But the account of the Divine

Never changed , true it remain,

Shortly he reached Heaven !

Only after harvest of standing crop,

Is it not the practice to sow the seeds ?

Oh God ! what is the haste

in your human creation fast !

See this woman,

Even after delivery of  children ten,

She is carrying for the past months nine !

Always seen, poor lady !

 in the condition of pregnancy !

See the human being,

A green tree when standing;

When falls, a lengthy log.

If collected, my dear,

whether it will be useful as firewood ?

If burnt, my dear,

Whether there remains 
at least any charcoal ?

*****

Her Bleeding Heart....

In the eyes, what is there  ?

 The eyes only know !

In the stone, there is moisture  !

Whether the eyes know ?

What is my heart,

Except me, who knows ?

Say fire, it can be quenched by water ,

Say water, it can boil in fire .

The fire that I have is quenchable fire,

But who will quench .... ?

It is the God's Will.
What is my heart,
Except me, who knows ?

 Inside the sari, moving lady's body,

Inside the body, beating sagely heart,

Even the heart of the sage,

with the desires,

it is like the bee.

I'm the queen,

the sage among women.

What is my heart, 
except me who knows.

It may rain one day even in summer,

And it is possible, even the temple deity

may come alive.

Time, in its due course initiate the action,

With the effect, cause will be known.

What is my heart, 
except me who knows ?
*****