|photo courtesy. sri raam kalingarayar|
Shattering crystals, cutting through the rocks
making way for the upcoming drops.
Brimming lake waters,having free fall
Mischievous and strong, for a stream so small.
Precarious stones, peeping boulder
Joyous swirls and river dancing yonder
Sweeping coldness,clamps your heart,
Tis sin to step in and never to bath
A return gesture from the earth to sky,
Futile attempts to make little drops fly.
Just to change the mood of my somber blog.. actually this was written some one year back..and that was almost my first english ? poem.. hmm .. I never attempted writing in english then..Never knew about blogging too. Just commented that the caption of the photo was poetic.. for which my friend replied.. hey.. don't make me feel dumb.. its just plain.. for which i wrote this one.. and supported with some tamil pasuram..
காணல் உறுகின்றேன் கல்லருவி முத்துதிர
ஒண விழவில் ஒலியதிர- பேணி
வரு வேங்கடவா என் உள்ளம் புகுந்தாய்
திருவேங்கடம் அதனை சென்று...
You entered and stationed in my heart.
Yet, I long to see you in your grandeur,
of Tiruvengadam, and the incessant chantsof your devotees, which, like shattering crystals
of the stream over the mighty rocks,
Flowing through in eternal splendour..
|photo courtesy ..trekearth.com|