Method in Madness

A slither, a slide,
a flutter, a glide.
A hop, a leap,
a focus, a peep.
A swim, a crawl,
a hiss, a bawl.
A bite, a sting,
a pounce, a spring.
A creep, a sprint,
a stare, a squint.
A fur, a scale.
A male-turned-female.
A trunk, a snout,
a beak, a mouth.
A woof, a caw,
a talon, a paw.
A wing, a fang,
a shark, a tang.
A stripe, a spot,
a few, a lot.

Random - there's no such thing.
A method is in what they sing.
The vast variety in nature -
paints God's own caricature.
Brims with ferocity yet full of love.
Man, the animal, is never above.

"There's No God"

So minuscule - the eyes can't see it.
The key to life lies within.
Not all visitors does it inside permit.
Though holy, labelled the original sin.

What happens next - again unseen.
The growth is mad. Old clothes can't be worn.
Welcomed by people happy and keen,
Nine months later, a new life is born.

So minuscule - the eyes can't see it.
From it, journeys of death begin.
Rarely people survive after being hit.
Millions lose, only a thousand win.

It cares not if it's an old man or teen.
Spreads gloom in hearts, and hides the dawn.
No matter how strong one has been,
When the time arrives, what's gone is gone.

The invisible becomes visible.
The visible becomes invisible.
These mysteries mind can comprehend not.
The invincible becomes vincible.
The vincible becomes invincible.
For, the Universe itself grew from a tiny dot.

Marvels I see,
of miracles I hear.
The heart feels glee
as well as fear.

I ask you queries.
You negatively nod.
And it really worries (me)
when you say, "There's no God".

The Iron Butterfly

She was a fiery woman.
Never frail.
She had battles to fight.
She had foes to vanquish.
Not a moment
did she spend in vain.

She could burn fortresses at will.
She would tend to gardens if she wanted to.
Lucky enough to know her well
were only a privileged handful.
She loved having her little secrets.
She loved being cryptic.

A woman of absolute strength was she.
Revered by those who knew the true her,
reviled by those who envied her maverick ways.

But wasn't she a human?
Wasn't she an emotion-filled woman?

Maybe she stayed in touch
with that side of her
through solitary nights
and silent tears
that would cleanse her heart.

Maybe. We'll never know.

Let It Be

Let those petals be.
Do not pluck them.
Beauty is in wholeness.
Beauty is in the original form.
You would be mad or sadistic
to decimate beauty,
while admirers, those who respect it
would let it be -
accepting and enjoying beauty as it is.

Let the butterfly free.
Do not capture it for your pleasure.
Its wings have colours for a reason.
It might leave its hues on your fingers,
but do not force it to give it to you.
It does not belong to you.

Let some things be.
They're extremely beautiful the way they are.
No need to think of what could have been.
There is ample grace and beauty in what already is.

Don't pluck those petals
and deprive the flower of its beauty.
Don't capture the butterfly
and deprive the tiny angel of its liberty.
Don't mess up with some things -
their beauty lies in their very existence.

Platonic relationships included.

Star Arts

"What company would I,
a solitary wanderer, have
when I decide to travel
the length and breadth of the world?
The day is the best for exploration
while night is the time for rest.

What would I,
a solitary wanderer, do
when my travel begins in the night?
When darkness engulfs the earth,
taking light away from lives.
What's the point in travelling then?"

With questions such
in the mind,
I embarked on a night journey,
very much disappointed
there was no beauty to behold.

But recline did I on my seat;
open did I the bus' window;
look up did I at the sky;
fly did my heart away from me.

I felt the same fascination
that made Mozart say,
"Twinkle, twinkle little star"
and made him wonder what it was.

I realized the beauty of the word
'vinmeen' -
like a school of fish swimming in the sea
stars infinite glittered on the vast sky.

With whatever knowledge I have -
a drop of water in a mighty ocean -
I tried to identify constellations.
How do I describe them?
The traditional Tamil 'kolam' taken higher
or
God's way of playing 'connect the dots'?

When I could figure out nothing
in the mad cluster of super hot balls of gases,
Orion appeared and gave me relief -
the kind a mother gets
on finding her lost kid in a fair.

What extent of awe strikes
when you see in person
what you once beheld in
just pictures and videos!

I was, like a madman,
laughing to myself.
The strong gust of wind
threatened to expose
my 'recession' to my neighbour,
the constant upward curve of my mouth
threatened to expose my madness.
But did I give a damn?
Or have I ever?

The beauty of day
lies in the clouds;
the beauty of night
lies in the stars.
Did the beauty of day
envy the beauty of night?
Why did the clouds,
with their foggy veil,
cover the stars?
Wow! Nature has emotions too!

And when the overdose of ecstasy,
borne out of constant stargazing, kicked in,
I wanted to share it with someone.

Who else is the ideal choice
other than the one who's a star's namesake herself?
A star in her own right!
How I wished
she were with me then
and were creating 'heavenly' shapes
like John Nash and Alicia did!

I experienced a brief burst
of love and hope.
My mind wandered
into the philosophical realm too.

I was beginning to understand
what 'contemplating the universe'
really means.

'Test'ing Times

Awakened by the cuckoo's call,
Along with the early rays of the Oriental sun.
I gazed at my house' wall,
Reminiscing yesterday's awesome fun.

The sleepy trees guarding the roads of KK Nagar,
Came for a brief moment to my view.
Their great height and the mild shower,
Can be enjoyed only by a few.

I then saw a cute, snow white puppy,
On my way to the grocery shop.
It did look extremely happy,
And probably nothing will ever make it stop.

Now I'm forced to write an exam,
In order to 'secure' my future;
While I can invest this time,
Writing poems about Mother Nature.

Stop and Smell the Roses

The sight of a raindrop falling on water,
Brings a smile to my face.
My worries move away too,
Like the concentric ripples.

Green leaves drenched in rain,
Paint a picture of impeccable beauty.
My heart delights greatly,
Seeing the squirrel spray the water off its fur.

The droplet of water on the big lotus leaf,
Sparkles like a pearl on green velvet.
What more do I need?
When beauty greets me wherever I go.

The howl of the gentle breeze,
Sounds like Kenny.G's sax to my ears.
The pitter-patter of the raindrops,
Adds beautiful beats to the song.

Life's just beautiful,
I've enjoyed it always and even now.
Ask me the reason for this bliss,
And I'd say it is love.

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".

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

Pain at the sight of divine beauty

The moon that plays peekaboo with the clouds

Tells me thousand tales of beauty.

Milky white in its complexion,

It makes me go crazy.

Instant love, insane glee,

Is what the moon offers.

Casting on us its magic spell,

Alluring us with its snow-white shell,

It is the best companion of a loner.

I wish I were its owner.

Whatever I've beheld with my eyes,

In this trivial span of human life,

Is not as gracious as the moon.

This harbinger of joy and a poor child's toy,

Is undoubtedly nature's greatest boon.

Perched upon the expansive space,

Anointing the world with its pure silvery rays,

It has brought many a change in history,

Its true nature will remain a mystery.

-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT