Existence

The cherry tree in full blossom,
Clings to Mother Earth's generous bosom.
Showering the land with its beautiful flowers.
It creates a spectacle of fallen stars.

Big yellow sunflowers dance in the field,
Reminding me of the paintbrushes angels wield.
A cornucopia of beauty wherever I see,
It tells me that nature holds the key.

The ever-abundant splendid stream,
Teaches me to have many a dream.
I take a dip in its pure water.
It is Mother Earth's loving daughter.

I become one with nature,
Suddenly remembering my mediocre stature.
As Dasan* says I'm just an ant,
That runs atop a guava plant.

I love this world,
To which I was hurled.
I cherish this life,
Despite all the strife.

I think not of sorrow,
I know it would vanish morrow.
I can soar high,
Without heaving a sigh.

I'll stay alive forever.
I'm Existence's lover.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT



*Dasan: Refers to the Tamil poet Bharathidasan who said "We human beings living on this Earth are similar to the small ant that runs on top of a guava fruit. Hence, we need to be humble".

God, The Omnipresent

I know I can't write poetry,
When I start thinking.
My thoughts don't rouse the poet in me.
My love for poetry does it.

Many an hour have I spent making futile efforts,
To summon the poet within.
I had no clue about him,
About his abode as well.

I sought him exhausting my intellect,
I employed logic to detect him,
He remained elusive as always.

By hook or crook I wanted to know him.
My deceptive ways failed to show him.
I dropped my vanity.
I lost my sanity.
I pondered his presence in absolute serenity.

I cried to see him.
I died to feel him.
I pleaded him that I needed him.
I discovered that I was in love with him.

Silencing my intellect,
I offered oodles of love to him.
I found him,
I went around him.

My love! My soul!
Without you I'm not whole.
The god in me is that poet.
Holding his hand I'll sing many a duet.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT

Mother

Three hundred days of obscurity,
Did I spend in thy womb.
Unaware of the world,
Unaware of my self.

Thou showed me the way,
Thou gave me the light.
A millennium is insufficient to repay you,
Even if I use all my might.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT

The Mystic

Sitting by the window of the bus,
With earphones plugged in.
I'm enjoying the music, plus
Thinking of ways to win.

A madman gazing at the sky,
Gains my attention,
He looked like he were about to fly,
And succeed in making divine ascension.

I started thinking about him,
Staring at him with a fixed gaze.
I concluded his intellect was dim,
And that beyond limits was his craze.

Suddenly I heard the Vedas being chanted.
I looked around with wonder.
Oh! The madman was looking enchanted.
I realised that I had made a blunder.

The mystic woke up from his trance,
And gave me a pleasant smile.
It reminded me of Rudra's cosmic dance,
Making me momentarily immobile.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT

Princess Pure

Snow white is her complexion,
Adding beauty to the already beautiful world.
Kissing the terrain with her silky fur.
This cute kitten lies on the grass,curled.

Happiness flows abundantly when I behold her.
I like this playful little beauty.
Princess of nature's kingdom, she also
Reminds me of Mother Earth's bounty.

Inscribed her name in my heart.
Yells at me with her sweet voice.
A wonderful subject for any art,
Donates me a bundle of innumerable joys.

Allures people with her innocent blue eyes,
Reflects my carefree life as a child.
She dozes instead of catching mice
And pretends as if she were wild.

Not a single day is complete without her.
I hope these memories do not blur.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT

Innocence

I see an old man lying lifeless,
With a group of mourners singing elegies.
His sons quarrel among themselves,
For a lion's share of his wealth.

I see a couple of young women
Talking about their sarees and fashion.
Their interest is immense
And glows brightly their passion.

A well-wisher comes with a garland
And lays it on the corpse.
Some people stand there restless
As if they were brought there by force.

The man playing the parai (South Indian percussion instrument)
Is unmoved by all the activity.
He is an intellectual and is
Aware of life's cruelty.

Deep in my thoughts
I realize that the body is what perishes,
Not the soul.
I learn to embrace life on the whole.

The gleeful laugh of an infant distracts me,
Instantly attracting me towards it.
Seeing its blissful, smiling face I understand that
Everything else dies, when innocence dies.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT

Yanni, The mage of music

'The rain must fall' from my eyes,
Taking away my sorrow with it.
I have always been 'Within attaction'
And forever in love.
Like a 'Quiet man'
I have made many 'Whispers in the dark'.

Your music caresses my cells,
Charging them with peace.
The reason for my wanting to shed tears
Listening to your music, is still unknown.

A happy melancholy,
That is the genre of thy music.
Divine, noble, heart-rending are thy musical notes.

Why is it that I depart from this mound of flesh called body,
While touched by the magical notes of your works?
My spirit exults, my soul escapes me
To go 'Dance with a stranger',
Reaching unimaginable heights.

Thy 'One man's dream',
'Swept away' all my weaknesses.
The 'First touch' of thy music
Evokes my 'Nostalgia'.
I'm still a 'Quiet man'.
I'm forever YOUR die-hard fan!!
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT


NOTE: The words within quotes are popular tracks composed by Yanni.