Tag: poetry

Echoes Of Endless Love

When our eyes met, I felt as though I was gazing into a mirror, seeing myself reflected in you.

I know you recognized me just as I recognized you.

I understand that my poems crave your music, and your tunes yearn for my verses.

I know you think about me just as I continually think about you.

In you, I saw a mother, a father, a teacher, the Almighty, the best friend, and the love of my life. I believe you can see the same in me.

Despite our physical distance and our lack of direct communication, you always whisper in my ears, and I believe you can hear me speaking to you.

Even if we never meet again, the love I hold for you and the love you hold for me will remain the greatest treasures of my life. Do you not feel the same?

The first part of your name shines like the sun in my eyes, while the second part echoes like a mantra in my ears. Your full name is engraved in my heart.

When we last met, I forgot to take my soul and left it with you. In fact, I forgot the entire world. So, my life is in your hands. Please take care of it.

2024’s Sunrise: Waking Up to Fitness, Wellness, and Words

The beginning of this New Year, 2024, has brought an abundance of energy, and improved health.. I wanted to take a moment to share some recent highlights.

My fitness journey has taken a front seat, with regular workouts at the gym, invigorating runs, and refreshing walks. Yesterday, I had a fantastic running session in a nearby park, surrounded by diverse plants. The circular path, approximately 320 meters in diameter, allows me to complete one kilometer with just four laps plus a few extra steps.

Having shed a considerable amount of weight, I treated myself to new, well-fitting clothes. Interestingly, my very old clothes from 2022 still fit, a testament to the successful strength training in the gym.

Embracing a healthier lifestyle, I’ve recently purchased an electric cooker and started preparing my meals. Mornings kick off with a nutritious blend of oats, fruits, nuts, and whey protein in my Muesli. For lunch, I enjoy a hearty porridge made from a mix of multigrains, including Ragi, Bajra, Jowar, Red rice, corn, barley, wheat, green gram, fried gram, almonds, cashews, and peanuts.

I’ve had the privilege of attending a function featuring the renowned Tamil speaker, Smt. Bharathi Baskar (பாரதி பாஸ்கர்), on January 1st. Her speech, centered around Pamban Swamigal, left a lasting impression. During the event, I had the opportunity to present two copies of my Tamil poetry book, ‘Malayorak Kavithaigal,’ and capture some memorable moments.

The speech was about Pamban Swamigal. Pamban Gurudasa Swamigal, affectionately known as Pamban Swamigal, was a revered Indian Tamil Hindu saint and poet. His devotion centered around the Tamil god Murugan, and he expressed his profound reverence through the composition of heartfelt poems in praise of the deity. The sacred place where he rests in eternal peace, his samadhi, is situated in Tiruvanmiyur, Chennai.

This video is the recording of her entire speech:

About the Tamil orator Smt. Bharathi Bhaskar:

Bharathi Baskar stands out as a prominent figure in the realm of Tamil oratory, known for her compelling speeches and insightful presentations. Her eloquence extends to a diverse range of social, cultural, and motivational subjects in the Tamil language. Renowned for her remarkable ability to articulate complex ideas in a manner that is both relatable and engaging, Bharathi Baskar has garnered widespread acclaim.

Her oratory prowess shines particularly bright as she addresses contemporary issues, offering profound insights and diverse perspectives that strike a chord with a broad audience. Beyond her captivating oratory skills, Bharathi Baskar has also made a mark as a writer, contributing thought-provoking articles and essays to various Tamil publications.

About my Tamil poetry book:

If you’d like to show your support for my Tamil poetry journey, you can purchase the book by clicking on this link: https://notionpress.com/read/malaiyorak-kavithaigal.

Here is the short introduction of the book in Tamil:

“இது ஒரு தமிழ்க் கவிதைத் தொகுப்பு. இந்த புத்தகத்தில், நாமகளின் அருளால் அடியேன் எழுதிய மரபுக் கவிதைகளும் புதுக் கவிதைகளும் இடம் பெற்றுள்ளன. அனைவருக்கும் புரியும் வகையில் எளிய தமிழில் வெண்பாக்களும் விருத்தங்களும் எழுதி இருக்கிறேன். அவை உங்களுக்குப் பிடித்து இருக்கும் என்று நம்புகிறேன்.

காதல், ஆன்மீகம் மற்றும் சமூகம் சார்ந்த கருத்துக்களையும் கற்பனைகளையும் கனவுகளையும் இந்த புத்தகத்தில் கவிதை வடிவில் நான் தந்திருக்கிறேன். அவற்றில் பெரும்பாலானவை மரபுக் கவிதைகள்தான். தமிழ்ப் பற்றாளர்கள், காதலர்கள், சமூக சிந்தனையார்கள், ஆன்மீகவாதிகள், பக்தர்கள் மற்றும் இதர பொதுமக்கள் என அனைவரும் இந்தக் கவிதைத் தொகுப்பினை ரசிப்பார்கள் என நம்புகிறேன்.”

I’m grateful to the readers who supported me in acquiring the essentials that have positively impacted my life, enabling me to maintain good health, stay active, and find inspiration for writing more articles. Wishing everyone a joyful New Year filled with health and happiness.

Sooryagayathri’s Bhairavi Shatakam – A failure

First of all, I am sorry about this post. I am a huge fan of Sooryagayathri. But I am not a fan of the modern society which has no clue on how to deal with life. They fall for fake gurus; And sometimes fake gurus and ignorant babas like Jaggi Vasudev create a lot of negative influence in the society. And this negative influence affects great divine artists like Soorya.

I want to ask a question to the Sooryagayathri’s team on the new release ‘Bhairavi Shatakam’.. Who gave this stupid idea? Calm down.. I will explain why this idea is ignorant and stupid.

Another question.. For every video of yours, you have promptly mentioned the author of the lyrics. But you didn’t mention the author of the lyrics for Bhairavi Shatakam. Why? Because, you don’t know.

Let me clarify.. There is nothing called ‘shatakam’ in the first place. Shatkam is a poem that has 6 stanzas. And ashtakam has a poem that has 8 stanzas. Is this clear enough?

Adhi Shankaracharya composed a poem called Rajarajeshwari Ashtakam. It has 8 stanzas. The verses are given below:

अम्बा शाम्भवि चन्द्रमौलिरबलाऽपर्णा उमा पार्वती

        काली हैमवती शिवा त्रिनयनी कात्यायनी भैरवी  .

सावित्री नवयौवना शुभकरी साम्राज्यलक्ष्मीप्रदा

        चिद्रूपी परदेवता भगवती श्रीराजराजेश्वरी  .. १..

अम्बा मोहिनि देवता त्रिभुवनी आनन्दसंदायिनी

        वाणी पल्लवपाणिवेणुमुरलीगानप्रिया लोलिनी  .

कल्याणी उडुराजबिम्ब वदना धूम्राक्षसंहारिणी

        चिद्रूपी परदेवता भगवती श्रीराजराजेश्वरी  .. २..

अम्बा नूपुररत्नकङ्कणधरी केयूरहारावली

        जातीचम्पकवैजयंतिलहरी ग्रैवेयकैराजिता  .

वीणावेणु विनोदमण्डितकरा वीरासने संस्थिता

        चिद्रूपी परदेवता भगवती श्रीराजराजेश्वरी  .. ३..

अम्बा रौद्रिणि भद्रकालि बगला ज्वालामुखी वैष्णवी

        ब्रह्माणी त्रिपुरान्तकी सुरनुता देदीप्यमानोज्वला  .

चामुण्डा श्रितरक्षपोषजननी दाक्षायणी वल्लवी

        चिद्रूपी परदेवता भगवती श्रीराजराजेश्वरी  .. ४..

अम्बा शूलधनुः कशाङ्कुशधरी अर्धेन्दुबिम्बाधरी

        वाराहीमधुकैटभप्रशमनी वाणी रमासेविता  .

मल्लद्यासुरमूकदैत्यमथनी माहेश्वरी चाम्बिका

        चिद्रूपी परदेवता भगवती श्रीराजराजेश्वरी  .. ५..

अम्बा सृष्टविनाशपालनकरी आर्या विसंशोभिता

        गायत्री प्रणवाक्षरामृतरसः पूर्णानुसंधी कृता  .

ओङ्कारी विनतासुतार्चितपदा उद्दण्ड दैत्यापहा

        चिद्रूपी परदेवता भगवती श्रीराजराजेश्वरी  .. ६..

अम्बा शाश्वत आगमादिविनुता आर्या महादेवता

        या ब्रह्मादिपिपीलिकान्तजननी या वै जगन्मोहिनी  .

या पञ्चप्रणवादिरेफजननी या चित्कला मालिनी

        चिद्रूपी परदेवता भगवती श्रीराजराजेश्वरी  .. ७..

अम्बापालितभक्तराजदनिशं अम्बाष्टकं यः पठेत्

        अम्बालोलकटाक्षवीक्ष ललितं चैश्वर्यमव्याहतम्  .

अम्बा पावनमन्त्रराजपठनादन्ते च मोक्षप्रदा

        चिद्रूपी परदेवता भगवती श्रीराजराजेश्वरी  .. ८.

Isha foundation, a dangerous cult organization that I have been writing about many years in this blog did something interesting.

Linga Bhairavi, is a so called consecrated structure in Isha foundation and in the name of donation for this consecration they collected millions.

They wanted a verse for this Linga Bhairavi, a commercial goddess who can stay in your house if you pay lakhs of rupees for the so called Linga Bhairavi Yantra.

First they removed the 3rd verse and 8th verse from the original Rajarajeshwari Ashtakam composed by Sooryagayathri’s beloved Adhi Shankaracharya. And they changed the verses in the rest of the poem.

In the beginning of each stanza of the original composition, they replaced the word ‘amba’ with the word ‘bhairavi’. Then they replaced the last word ‘Sri Raja rajeshwari’ with ‘Sri Linga Bhairavi’.. How clever?

Dear Sooryagayathri and team,

One question to you. Is it fair to alter the original verse composed by Adhi Shankaracharya for an organization’s commercial purpose? And it is fair to sing this commercial version instead of the original version?

I have not asked an illegal question. So I hope you take this post positively.

There Is No Second Thought – English Poem

Often,
We are in a situation to choose
one among the two choices…
A popular example is having to choose between life or death.

Well, My wish would be this..
I will either live with you or die with you…
There is no third option..

If we live together,
It is good for the world because
we can work together to change it..

If we die together,
It is good for us because
we don’t have to put up with the
stupidity of the world anymore…

Anyway,
There is no question of two choices for me
when it comes to love…
Because I have already chosen you…

After declaring my love to you,
I know that you are also left with two choices.
It is either ‘yes’ or ‘no’…
If you say yes, there is future..
If you say no,
there is no present tense or
future tense
left in my language. ..
Only the past tense will speak to
the upcoming generations…

Anyway, situations with two choices always haunt our lives…
We always ask,
‘Should I speak or not?’
‘Should I continue or not?
Should I live or die?

These two choiced questions have their own term in English.. It is called ‘Dilemma’..

At least, when it comes to who I should spend my rest of my life with, there is no dilemma…

I love you without a second thought: I love you without the dilemma.. And I love you because there is no second choice..

  • Shanmugam P

Love Is God – An English Poem

When love hits you,
you have no choice except being hit..
When love engulfs you,
You have no choice other than giving in..

When love blossoms,
the only choice you have is to
lose yourself in the fragrance…
When the bells of love ring within you,
the only choice you have is to
lose yourself in that magical sound..

When love speaks to you,
it is impossible to stop listening…
When love conquers you,
It is impossible to escape..

When love becomes your heartbeat,
Your heart becomes a percussion instrument..
When love enters your lungs,
Your every breath is a tune of music…
And your nose becomes a two holed flute,
which breathes in the Notes
and breathes out a Song..

Love doesn’t have age limit…
You can fall no matter how old you are..
Love doesn’t have boundaries…
You can lose your heart beyond the borders…

Love cannot be destroyed..
It will speak through memorial tombs..
Love cannot be forgotten..
It will remind itself to you through the old poems…

Love has changed histories;
Love has done its job in spite of the geographical limits..
Love has defeated the calculations of mathematical brains…
Love has challenged science…
Love has been a manure for language and literature to grow..
The bottom line is,
Without love, there is no school..
Without love, there is no children in the first place…
Without love, there is no humanity…..

Love is God… Period

  • Shanmugam P

You Are Stardust – A Poetical Story

While people choose to fall in love
with their garden rose,
I somehow fell in love with a distant star..
I cannot touch the star and I cant speak to it
so that it can hear me…


Sometimes  the clouds hide it and some times the lights nearby dont let me see it.
When the sun rises, the stars disappear..
But during the night,
If I am awake, I can see it for real;
If I am asleep, I can see it in my dreams…
But whether it is day or night, the star still shines in my heart;


When I close my eyes, it shines too..
I know that stars are light years away;
But this one star is not;


My heart beat told me that there is something else which is beating close by.. And I discovered that it was my star..


My lungs told me that there is something else which also breathes along with them..Then I discovered that it is my love with that star which also breathes in a longing to survive..


My stomach told me that it has a hard time digesting the sweet memories that the star has given me..


And my nerves always tell me, ‘we have a communication problem here.. We dont understand the language of love!’…


My brain finally told me,
‘I cant identify the red blood cells because your beloved star that shines in your heart is always red because of being shy and being in love’…


I finally gathered the courage to speak to the star directly..
I asked her, ‘who are you?’
And she said, ‘I am the same as you.. I am a star and you are a star dust.. As Carl Sagan put it, all human beings came from stars because our atoms were formed inside of stars, supernovae, and neutron star collisions”…


And I said, ‘Ok fine, how should I call you?’
She said, ‘By any name that you like’…
I decided to call her by the name ‘Sooryagayathri’..

I Love You – A Special Poem for the Valentine’s Day

I felt your love in the air, in the deep waters of great oceans, in the fertile soil on the banks of Tamraparni river, in the fire of my lamp and on the space everywhere…
I know you are looking for a divine love; I know you have been searching for it in the river banks and temples…


When I sensed that search, I recognized you; when I heard your song, I found you.. When I saw you in real, I knew that it was you….


Did the winds deliver my question? I was asking  if you recognised me.. I was wondering if you really knew that we were looking for each other all along…
We are made for each other; our hearts beat for each other; we breathe for each other.. I have told the moon and the sun to leave you a note.. Did they do?


When the waves of Bay of Bengal touched my feet, I told them that i love you.. When the tides of Indian ocean immersed me, I told them that  I miss you.. When the droplets of Arabian sea sprinkled their love on my face, I told them that I can’t live without you.. Did any of them tell you what i said?


When that cute sparrow sang by my window, I told her to let you know that i cant survive this separation. When that beautiful peacock spread her wings, I told her that I am longing for a single loving glance from you..When that colorful rainbow appeared one day, I told it that you are the rainbow of life.. Did any of these messages reach you?


When the scent of jasmine penetrated my nose, I told it that I love you; when the color of a beautiful white lotus reflected on my eyes, I told it that I love you.. When the taste of a juicy mango dissolved on my tongues, I told it that I love you.. When the touch of the soft petals of a sunflower caressed my face, I told it that i love you.. When I heard that cuckoo sing in the early morning, I told her that i love you.. Dont you still know that I love you? If you don’t, let me say it again.. I love you…

Cursed To Love – My English Poem (A Sonnet)

Here is a sonnet that I wrote today. A sonnet is an English poem that has 14 lines, with 10 syllables each and with a rhyming scheme ABBA ABBA CDCDEE. Some people use iambic pentameter but a sonnet written without iambs is still a sonnet as long as the other rules are met.

If you join the first letter of each line and put them together, you will get the name of an important mantra in Sanskrit.

She came into sight like a beam of light;

Opening my heart, she conquered my dream;

One day, she started flowing like a stream;

Roaring with waves, she moved all day and night!

Yanking my soul, she soon threw me in love

And made my heart to beat only for her;

Gasping for her breath, I began to slur;

“Are you an angel or a mystic dove?”.

Yielding no response increased my longing

And increased my thirst to meet my sweetheart;

Tuning into her, I began to sing;

Humming along with her taught me a lot!

Raising in pitch, I found bliss in her song;

I’m cursed to think about her all day long!

Old Memories and a New Miracle – A Poem About Love

I wrote this poem on 21.10.02. Those days I always wrote the date whenever I wrote poems. I don’t have to do that anymore because now I am posting my new poems in  Facebook and WordPress which already show the dates posted. Anyway, this was written 18 years before (and when I was about 18 years old) and I thought I had really lost it. I was looking for it, even though I wasn’t focusing much on that. One reason why I thought I had lost the poem is because I posted it online on a content writing website and they closed the site six years before.

Anyway, today I was simply going to my own old notebooks, to see which one would get my attention first; and the poem that I thought I had lost, was the first thing that I noticed among several hundred pieces of papers. It made me smile, because for me it was a miracle.

(Even though the topic of the poem seems to be romantic love, it is really an unconscious longing for maternal love).

A dark rainy blanket has wrapped the earth;

A gloomy round, the day has given birth;

I am here, thinking calmly about my love,

Starring without a blink, the long rainbow.

The season has scattered dark black patches;

People, for heat, are searching for matches;

In their small, simple homes of road corner;

They are like goats; those are missed by their owner.

Like they, myself too, do not know my way;

Her hot thoughts burn me like the days of May;

All green trees and grasses murmur her name;

And each drop of beauty describes her fame;

A year has passed since I met her in road;

When her lips were off in the ‘patience’ mode;

She was standing still without a response;

Which hurts my heart now, like a twig of thorns.

She made some frequent visits in my dreams;

And showed her mystic face of golden beams;

I thought it was true and opened my eyes;

I cursed my dreams; they told a lakh of lies.

Each minute seems to be a grave for joy;

In the hands of love, I am a playtime toy;

Each of my verse tries to make her figure;

They fail, tasting like milk without sugar.

When I was twelve, I met her in my school;

And wondered to see the sun which was cool;

For the first time, I lost myself in the air.

And thought, “She will be the best one to care”;

Is it possible for a rose to speak?

Have you seen singing snow on any peak?

Do you think a moon can walk with a wave?

She spoke, sang, walked and also dug my grave.

She was a good friend for the first three years;

Like all others who shared my smiles and tears;

The fourth year awaited me with a curse;

To cure the wound it gave me, she should nurse.

It was when she sat near me in the bench;

With each of her looks carrying a pinch;

My childish wish searched love in all her signs;

And tried to follow her face-printed lines.

She read my verses, laughed and chatted with me!

And made me like a honey-sucking bee;

That chants and begs before a new blossom;

And soon my hidden love fought for freedom;

My tender love troubled me when I slept;

For endless heights, my passion was a lift;

My hasty lips hurried to propose her;

My legs pulled me to wander here and there.

Like a dove that has just cheated the cage;

My thoughts flew and filled a short poetic page;

Which I gave her, after checking the time.

My fear flashed in my face like a milky lime.

Her answer peeped out as a fruity smile;

Seeing that, my heart stood still for a while;

But I could notice the bond getting loose;

My feeling broke, throwing away the screws.

Each ‘today’ was worse than yesterday;

My path became a thorny jungle way;

Yes! She denied me and left me in hell;

A cruel beauty has marked me as ‘null’.

My heart carried the load of love with pain;

My thousands of verses gave me no gain;

I believed that she will change her dry mind;

That belief took the next four years to grind.

The stars began to laugh at me during nights;

The sun teased me with hot fingery lights;

I blamed myself for being such a slave;

Who is arrested in a dirty cave.

All those recollections have crowded in;

Each of those thoughts are carrying a pin.

To pierce my heart and taste it’s beating flesh.

In this dark time, they are making a crush.

The Supreme Artist – A Poem

There is a painting in the evening sky;
There is an interesting drama in life;
There is music in the sound of birds…
And there is poetry hidden inside all of the above….

This universe is a work of art. We have all been created as a work of art; God as the essence of universe is the source of this art and God as the beautiful personification is the supreme artist.

– Shanmugam P