tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298306302024-03-07T15:15:37.096+05:30WhispersWhispers of a poetic soulIniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-13760829935506658222018-07-22T19:44:00.000+05:302018-08-02T17:48:45.332+05:30Periyar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Closed hearts and troubled minds stirred,<br />
suffering humiliation in silence. There came by,<br />
a laid back and common man with nothing special.<br />
Great was he neither by academic merits,<br />
Great was he not by amassing riches, Yet<br />
Revolutions many he made with a sharp mind.<br />
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When the world lay asleep, in<br />
Dreams of high and low births,<br />
Great was he who refused to bow down,<br />
Great was he who refused to raise above others,<br />
Shattering caste hierarchies, he declared<br />
the dawn of social equality and justice.<br />
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When streets lay divided, closed to<br />
outcasts and untouchables,<br />
Great was he who knocked down walls,<br />
Great was he who denied lofty Gods,<br />
Questioning stories wrapped in inhuman horror,<br />
Athiesm, he preached, was the new social honour.<br />
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When the world made matches among children,<br />
men drinking in stupor watching women suffer.<br />
Great was he who stepped in recklessly,<br />
Great was he who aroused women and children ,<br />
Saving innocent lives, breaking down toddy shops,<br />
Marched ahead with self respect to restore order.<br />
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When in the name of Religion and God,<br />
Damsels in temples were wedded to art,<br />
Great was he who ridiculed religions,<br />
Great was he who questioned the Gods,<br />
Proclaiming all women free, gifting them<br />
education and work to rise with dignity.<br />
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When the world used shackles of sentiments,<br />
thinking high of emotional arguments,<br />
Great was he who spoke of common sense,<br />
Great was he who taught rational defense,<br />
Raising above mythical beliefs, ending<br />
social discrimination and injustice.<br />
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Golden hues hiding slavery symbols,<br />
Musical hymns singing social injustices,<br />
Weddings feasting over the end of self respect.<br />
Declaring the dawn of dignity in every man,<br />
Sensibility ruling the roost, Rationality flooding the world,<br />
Marched forward did he, making new reservations.<br />
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Rest not till every rule is crushed,<br />
Sleep not till every soul is freed,<br />
No God dare call you inferior,<br />
Deny any God who brands you superior,<br />
Fear not, O clear mind! Light the flames of<br />
Rational thinking to stop yourself sinking.<br />
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Political and social thoughts many abide,<br />
Actions and words unique to this land,<br />
spring forth from the spark he ignited.<br />
His thoughts live on, tangled deep within<br />
among children, men and women akin.<br />
Proud are we to call him our leader,<br />
The one and only eternal leader.<br />
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Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-59386363004832203992016-04-05T14:29:00.001+05:302016-04-05T14:29:28.945+05:30Persist<br />
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In the middle of chaos,</div>
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all ready to collapse,</div>
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I stand in the midst,</div>
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engulfed by dense mist.</div>
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Doors everywhere I see</div>
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but none ready to open.</div>
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Knocking of no avail, for</div>
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it is not meant to be mine </div>
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Friends I see from far, </div>
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faces many and sounds vary.</div>
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But far I should stay, if not</div>
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shatters the friendly guise.</div>
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Monsters lurk behind,</div>
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changing faces with time,</div>
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neither you nor I can change</div>
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unseen forces that drive insane.</div>
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I persist till the end,</div>
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to see the fruits of confusion</div>
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for every deed brought to end</div>
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what it sowed, so did it reap.</div>
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Words failed long before</div>
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images collapsed at the back.</div>
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Facts hidden deep within, </div>
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tumbled out to cascade.</div>
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I am but only a mute spectator,</div>
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so is everyone now..,</div>
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for when nature takes its course</div>
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there is no recourse.</div>
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<br />Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-66638190791538041522014-11-26T10:43:00.000+05:302014-11-26T10:43:42.633+05:30Silence<br />
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Silence is to life, like<br />
Music is to ears.<br />
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All words spoken, originate<br />
from the unspoken.<br />
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The journey of life proceeds,<br />
leaving behind the need for words.<br />
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For in silence do I realize,<br />
Life is only about existence. Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-47891587733576284942013-09-11T11:01:00.001+05:302013-09-22T16:48:47.276+05:30Life's Way<br />
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That which is said without words<br />
Is always rich in imagination.<br />
It lasts forever and ever,<br />
Serves beyond its purpose.<br />
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A life lived simple doing<br />
nothing, yet all accomplished,<br />
ambitiions none, yet achievements<br />
complete, is the eternal life.<br />
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Life of the Buddha is best lived<br />
only by The Buddha himself, for he <br />
lived life his own way, not<br />
by the way of any other great soul.<br />
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Empty of words and logic,<br />
Sailing along the natural path,<br />
Simplicity in thought and mind,<br />
Reveals the way to eternal life.<br />
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Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-34093804687933266742013-04-14T16:04:00.000+05:302013-04-14T16:04:19.851+05:30Pain<br />
A six foot mass of<br />
muscles and bones,<br />
ever taken for granted<br />
till pain strikes and shakes.<br />
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When every muscle tightens<br />
and the spine weighs you down,<br />
nerves crackle with pain<br />
and the brain yells out its agony.<br />
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Others cannot comprehend,<br />
neither can it be expressed,<br />
but when it strikes, painful<br />
to bear, yet should be borne.<br />
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Yet work should be done<br />
and life goes on,<br />
nothing can stop the body<br />
that must bear and carry on.<br />
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The young face that smiles,<br />
innocent and exuberant.<br />
How can a little pain stop<br />
the care and work that she needs?<br />
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As long it can be borne<br />
it will be borne, and when<br />
it can no longer be borne,<br />
leave it to decide the road.<br />
Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-42479781200331867122013-01-20T21:55:00.002+05:302013-04-14T16:02:26.682+05:30A restless journeyA life of trials, always in short of green notes<br />
Followed by three long sick months.<br />
Dawned a new path, the path of knowledge<br />
filled with eight hours of joy,<br />
another eight hours of doubting words.<br />
Even coins in shortage, but forced to spend<br />
my hours in company of the rich and wealthy.<br />
Sympathy, a cruel weapon, for no match to it<br />
to inflict injury on a wounded heart.<br />
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Dawned a bright sunny cheerful morn<br />
With happy tidings of a new job.<br />
Began an eventful journey of which the<br />
first came a series of roommates.<br />
Spiteful words, spit out on roads<br />
in full glare of public view,<br />
asked to move out in the middle<br />
of a cold cruel night.<br />
Days of hardwork, food long forgotten<br />
computer my only solace<br />
praise at work the best medicine.<br />
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Hardwork opened doors to a new frontier<br />
crossing two oceans to travel far.<br />
Work became an ocean filled with<br />
Sharks here and sharks there<br />
escape one, only to land in the jaws of another.<br />
Saving myself became a full time occupation<br />
Both at work and at the home front.<br />
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Three long years of slavery gave a lot of guts<br />
to throw away the so called fortune<br />
and return back I did to my motherland<br />
to be greeted with a volley of sick words<br />
from none other than my own kith and kin.<br />
No place did I have to call as home,<br />
and I ram again to the city of sultry and sun.<br />
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House owners a regular torture<br />
added to hours of drudgery at work<br />
workplace so far removed<br />
that hours at work were few than hours<br />
spent in hopping from bus to bus.<br />
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Came in the man of my dreams<br />
when I expected it the very least.<br />
Talking to him alone gave my soul<br />
the peace and comfort that I had long lost.<br />
We fell in love and dared everything else<br />
for what more does life need than<br />
what we dared do for each other.<br />
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Years of separation and yearning<br />
struggles to get my family to<br />
agree to our idea of a perfect marriage.<br />
Yes, it did happen atlast and<br />
we were happily married.<br />
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Ironic though that the happy marriage<br />
was true only on weekends<br />
for weekdays we spent apart for<br />
the thirst for green notes was still chasing us.<br />
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A new life within me, the culmination<br />
of our thoughts, sharing and life.<br />
A period of joy, happiness and sickness<br />
yet, an eye opener in many ways.<br />
It gave us the guts to throw away<br />
the dreaded IT job and live together<br />
but the together brought with it<br />
difficulties from a new front.<br />
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All the plans to build our partnerships<br />
came tumbling down for what<br />
we had dared to do three years back<br />
was suddenly considered tabboo for me alone.<br />
We had to pave our path again<br />
though none really understood what we did<br />
in spite of questions we pursued<br />
and spent every single minute together.<br />
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Surrounded by a chauvnistic society<br />
where the ladies lived in mirth all day<br />
brain washing their men folk with ease<br />
or making it miserable for everyone at home<br />
By hook or crook their will prevailed<br />
for that was considered the ultimate victory.<br />
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Menfolk spent their time sympathising<br />
with their family, or immersed in drunken mayhem<br />
Some evoke deep sympathy, yet others<br />
make it impossible for everyone else.<br />
It took all the my strength to fight the<br />
pregnancy hormones, for my eyes seemed<br />
to fill up with tears at the smallest excuse.<br />
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But the men and women around were<br />
changing their masks so quickly<br />
that I barely had time to realise what<br />
they did to themselves and to my life.<br />
When realisation dawned, I could not<br />
make my better half understand for<br />
it becomes easier to accept imperfections<br />
that you are used to from your birth.<br />
<br />
Nature brought things to an end,<br />
and months after came the time<br />
for the birth of our bundle of joy.<br />
three months of sleepless nights<br />
and busy days, followed by yet<br />
another three months of housework,<br />
cooking, cleaning and sharing time<br />
with my precious new born.<br />
Promises of my own kith and kin<br />
yet again proved to be of no vain<br />
for they let me go it alone<br />
when I most needed their physical<br />
help and words of comfort.<br />
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Started a play of double faces<br />
by my newly found family<br />
caring and protective at one side<br />
yet critical and cursing at the other side<br />
forced am I to see these two sides<br />
day in and day out, for they come<br />
behind me everywhere I go.<br />
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Making my better half understand<br />
my struggles with two faces<br />
again proved futile, for imperfects<br />
seen from the birth are easier to accept.<br />
It hurts when this is forced on me<br />
for no way do I have to share this struggle<br />
no one do I have to sympathise with myself.<br />
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A known devil is better than the unknown fire<br />
can IT probably be a better way out than<br />
enduring a life of confinement and hypocrisy.<br />
I ask myself this again and again, for can<br />
love really ignore the sufferings of one half<br />
and let the other half live in peace?<br />
Willl nature ever show me a way out,<br />
for now I have no where to go or<br />
no one to turn to, even for a few wise words.<br />
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I have in my hands a new born, and an empty<br />
over turned purse, yet I know to lead a life<br />
accepting hypocrisy and sacrificng self-respect<br />
is akin to a life not lived at all....<br />
Will me dearest better half ever understand me?<br />
or will he just blame it on me to have turned back<br />
on what... I know not till now.<br />
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<br />Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-33682406384753109192013-01-11T18:44:00.001+05:302013-01-11T18:44:45.464+05:30No man's land<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Rickety rugged muddy track<br />
winding along no man's land.<br />
Thorny bushes growing mad,<br />
violet flowers adorn the land.<br />
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Ploughed fields waiting for rains,<br />
tomato fields with bumper crops,<br />
ears of corn hiding behind leafy stalks,<br />
chickens in coops counting their days.<br />
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Silent lands for the new comer, hiding<br />
within are scores of sounds for trained ears.<br />
Where varied sounds synchronize together,<br />
blissful silence blankets the land.<br />
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Raw and untamed lands that caress none,<br />
nurturing all that dare its wilderness.<br />
Where life flows like a tranquil river -<br />
creating new paths yet always on track. <br />
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<br />Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com0Pollachi, Tamil Nadu, India10.6572737 77.01066930000001810.594852699999999 76.929988300000019 10.7196947 77.091350300000016tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-76161207861111840142012-05-28T19:37:00.001+05:302013-01-11T18:46:13.716+05:30A new life<br />
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I know not where you come from<br />
but here you are now inside me.<br />
I know not how your journey will be <br />
but now together we travel as one.<br />
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Our heart beats unite together <br />
for all lives are one and the same<br />
from nature do both of us come<br />
and to nature shall we return to.<br />
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I feel you moving inside me<br />
your feets dancing in rhythm.<br />
You sway from side to side <br />
as I sit back enjoying your dance.<br />
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Pain and pleasure fill my days<br />
as you grow and fill my being. <br />
Slowly dawns the realization that<br />
life is always whole and complete.<br />
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</i>Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-40624187673113422982012-02-23T12:00:00.001+05:302012-02-23T12:07:54.070+05:30A woman's world<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGx-7xoU3B7u4xh65NNQ2lxW7291wDka69xMDzKl5JePpkckLwOP8k3Wnj2_gZnXU7ri4z3hlptYieNSvLUYOzmJtK52nPpi6YM0RvtENVTgNGwDgwW_qxeIqMTXZYEyyyLU_k/s1600/IMG_0607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="264" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGx-7xoU3B7u4xh65NNQ2lxW7291wDka69xMDzKl5JePpkckLwOP8k3Wnj2_gZnXU7ri4z3hlptYieNSvLUYOzmJtK52nPpi6YM0RvtENVTgNGwDgwW_qxeIqMTXZYEyyyLU_k/s320/IMG_0607.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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A smiling welcome adorns her face<br />
when the sun shines the way she wants.<br />
A fierce frown with a dark glow<br />
when the winds change their way.<br />
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Masks a plenty to chose from<br />
if things do not go her way.<br />
Sympathies she can evoke with ease<br />
melting even the hardest rock.<br />
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Life seldom gives her what she wants<br />
yet the urge to make it obey her will.<br />
A continous tussle of will and fate<br />
at times winning, at times losing.<br />
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Agree with her whims and desires<br />
to enjoy her masked dramas;<br />
but if you are in the play with her<br />
a swirl of emotions pull you deep in.<br />
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Into her world you plunge helplessly<br />
but only till you resist her slyness.<br />
Going with the flow is the way out<br />
if you can stay fair and calm throughout.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-10460219390198144702011-11-22T15:11:00.003+05:302011-12-01T10:13:23.013+05:30Born to be Free<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtW3lWOTCS5RvsPbUD1CNVCIX47w0-qPHTPdkDVOAJwlNzK3RDO0rdpwIENZHtLaAulefXsbWfyXf7Yf_s3C3BqsAXUfcFZaxqmc9N3mOMWl15VqFpUor27e9UrrprrH8eTlao/s1600/IMG_8580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="222" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtW3lWOTCS5RvsPbUD1CNVCIX47w0-qPHTPdkDVOAJwlNzK3RDO0rdpwIENZHtLaAulefXsbWfyXf7Yf_s3C3BqsAXUfcFZaxqmc9N3mOMWl15VqFpUor27e9UrrprrH8eTlao/s320/IMG_8580.JPG" /></a></div><br />
<br />
As the wind blows,<br />
as the rains fall, <br />
as rivers chart their own path,<br />
They were all born to be free.<br />
<br />
As the flowers flutter in breeze, <br />
as butterflies roam the earth,<br />
as the birds enjoy their day,<br />
we were also born to be free.<br />
<br />
Make your own path,<br />
Think your own way,<br />
Do as you like, <br />
For you were born to be free.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-51563971202228977072011-01-20T14:15:00.005+05:302011-11-22T15:05:22.242+05:30Paths less taken<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN43CMHFwKrD_pG-hOOF88XzlqyS-oApnK9ijwTtQyVhQ4EFf9G3ESklH7Q4v5h3ZrSeehwArV0zmowWfGsrTB6DYrLA1YHZCXvbo5cQBtASZ9R3OAyDz03dzO6g92QZ3iX5_y/s1600/DSC00967.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN43CMHFwKrD_pG-hOOF88XzlqyS-oApnK9ijwTtQyVhQ4EFf9G3ESklH7Q4v5h3ZrSeehwArV0zmowWfGsrTB6DYrLA1YHZCXvbo5cQBtASZ9R3OAyDz03dzO6g92QZ3iX5_y/s320/DSC00967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564198978268412018" /></a><br />
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<br />
<br />
Where chaos rules the roost,<br />
and money fuels life,<br />
Men decieve not others <br />
but their own heart.<br />
<br />
Here comes the new age,<br />
when society falls to doom,<br />
but ego wins hands down<br />
for those one or two.<br />
<br />
Loud words win over,<br />
Sensible talk fails all,<br />
Proving yet again <br />
Success stays not for long.<br />
<br />
Amid crazy races in directions many,<br />
searching for the fertile mirage<br />
run one and all, hurting all over<br />
but stopping not till the end.<br />
<br />
I walk alone, through lone paths<br />
amid deserted streets and mighty trees,<br />
Reveling in every moment<br />
in the peace and bliss it holds within.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-13724931369802270322010-04-14T09:23:00.005+05:302010-04-18T20:21:58.015+05:30Roam around the world<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIafsku5Y32e6xPpuNBdNo3XLphwJSlR_ub21eV3g-y4IWZnUFcYp1s1NBvvLbEy33yMlyqsSTR6Rk8X39xl56SZAlD575ifNlvSPHmwhfS2fPcwai0-nsobJi1ZcO1kg30Zb1/s1600/IMG_8651.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIafsku5Y32e6xPpuNBdNo3XLphwJSlR_ub21eV3g-y4IWZnUFcYp1s1NBvvLbEy33yMlyqsSTR6Rk8X39xl56SZAlD575ifNlvSPHmwhfS2fPcwai0-nsobJi1ZcO1kg30Zb1/s320/IMG_8651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461489192087280786" /></a><br /><br /><br />Roam around the world,<br />O free spirit! Worry not, <br />about home or belonging.<br /><br />Sand and stone that kiss<br />your feet, belong to all,<br />and not owned by one.<br /><br />Countries and states,<br />mere lines drawn by men<br />not on earth, but in their minds.<br /><br />Cultures change, habits vary,<br />languages many among men.<br />But spirits of all unite into one.<br /><br />Trust Nature, the mother of all<br />to nourish and cherish every soul.<br />Go with the flow, sing along with joy.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-86836236925798812662010-02-18T14:19:00.009+05:302010-02-19T10:22:39.088+05:30Mountains of the wild<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDD6ClysXAZl8ZGpGFdjIszT6PP_51GzhmslnSGvETr10WRjVsbfcpOGkiUh2recK7ESRM7VkNuNa7dHOtH4Qiiej_RxK7f1sNdXE7yTcBA7F55cJHtpcrgXyj5a3ET0CpCZl/s1600-h/Yosemite1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDD6ClysXAZl8ZGpGFdjIszT6PP_51GzhmslnSGvETr10WRjVsbfcpOGkiUh2recK7ESRM7VkNuNa7dHOtH4Qiiej_RxK7f1sNdXE7yTcBA7F55cJHtpcrgXyj5a3ET0CpCZl/s320/Yosemite1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439516818972557826" /></a><br /><br /><br />Cool breeze against my face<br />echoing eerily, stifling my breath, <br />I once stood atop mountains<br />magnificent, with snow capped crowns.<br />Looking down to find deep plateaus,<br />ruled by nature loving Indians.<br /><br />Horizon expands, showing more mountains<br />raising and falling, decked in green,<br />with silver streams interlaced, <br />trimmed with ribbons of man-made roads,<br />feet fixed deep in dark green moss,<br />In awe I stood, my heart racing fast.<br /><br />A voice within gnaws at my heart<br />to break free from bonds of duty,<br />to fly back to wild mountains;<br />where spoken words exist not, where <br />silence talks of violence and peace, <br />where realization dawns without prompting, <br />where wild beauty reigns; a<br />hiatus to refresh my spirit and soul.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmi8lm3LGEcggdh7flR8jysisA3kmmy0_Cks6Z84R2Gns5SO6Oqgs4MLFYLrb4xh8I-mX_gnSl20vDdy5EKmY3RM1DIgeFZaKwvgzjy7sz8ZizwqQUlushq1aDJq36M1L3fYWe/s1600-h/Yosemite2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmi8lm3LGEcggdh7flR8jysisA3kmmy0_Cks6Z84R2Gns5SO6Oqgs4MLFYLrb4xh8I-mX_gnSl20vDdy5EKmY3RM1DIgeFZaKwvgzjy7sz8ZizwqQUlushq1aDJq36M1L3fYWe/s320/Yosemite2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439518089716180050" /></a><br /><br />.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-43642063679524874282010-01-18T15:05:00.006+05:302010-01-22T13:07:10.676+05:30Beauty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pVff1rmm958LjO6cHySX4BCVGz5QdXQ8iS85-vZE0Xh3jm2O4VmDGnR2_YI61pcJMT7R3eQzp6CX1t5dNcE5i6NpdM_ux5JY_ic3n1bpVY9jetVeqGx6SFkUs0DwrPIHBkyC/s1600-h/IMG_9118-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pVff1rmm958LjO6cHySX4BCVGz5QdXQ8iS85-vZE0Xh3jm2O4VmDGnR2_YI61pcJMT7R3eQzp6CX1t5dNcE5i6NpdM_ux5JY_ic3n1bpVY9jetVeqGx6SFkUs0DwrPIHBkyC/s320/IMG_9118-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429190349583388786" /></a><br /><br /><br />Beauty I see everywhere,<br />in every living face carved<br />in curves and straight lines<br />combined to form perfection.<br /><br />Crown of hair of every colour,<br />thick or thin matters to none.<br />Straightly carved forehead,<br />falling into soft depressions,<br />housing windows to the human soul<br />verily are they a pair of beauty,<br />combining science and creativity.<br /><br />From depressions rise soft mounds<br />like smooth hills carved to perfection.<br />Curves on all sides joined to form<br />the epitome of beauty called<br />the human face.<br /><br />When every curve and straight line<br />boasts of beauty in every way,<br />how then do men rate<br />one as beauty and another as ugly?<br /><br />.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-20221884057923425122009-12-31T11:19:00.007+05:302010-01-01T12:45:47.834+05:30Whispers... of a poetic soulEver slowly, pictures flash<br />frames of joy, shots of anguish<br />across my mind they appear and vanish.<br />Inspired by nature and earth,<br />I write and create.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6ugiCC0D5lorSP_-2bKMtuGejd2WR83DCj8UC6HlljBlgMEYo-scE3GPqNS0-P8m4DppOyo_pM4ipOfzkO6EZRGAwgUkx_IhlP5gbNzLZrmj5xNgYbLwd9WwBFqXuYIiQSvB/s1600-h/Victorian+Writing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu6ugiCC0D5lorSP_-2bKMtuGejd2WR83DCj8UC6HlljBlgMEYo-scE3GPqNS0-P8m4DppOyo_pM4ipOfzkO6EZRGAwgUkx_IhlP5gbNzLZrmj5xNgYbLwd9WwBFqXuYIiQSvB/s320/Victorian+Writing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421663872850969202" /></a><br /><br /><em>Image from www.victoriantradingco.com</em>Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-35558339418042540272009-11-30T11:06:00.007+05:302009-12-02T15:46:32.510+05:30Thus spoke a lone tree<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6QKUX4myljEpsENi-wDfSTA9a4P4LtEqMNnPMlDomAkLbMARGzCRGj51NNQBd6qPE0oXaMwdeZecyosWJPgl6Ujk9DTHOC4W-rzk05bC0K7PcNN4_ObrrKdwNv8WZ4mJwnWO/s1600/DSC00688.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6QKUX4myljEpsENi-wDfSTA9a4P4LtEqMNnPMlDomAkLbMARGzCRGj51NNQBd6qPE0oXaMwdeZecyosWJPgl6Ujk9DTHOC4W-rzk05bC0K7PcNN4_ObrrKdwNv8WZ4mJwnWO/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409926781220587218" /></a><br /><br /><br />I stand alone among fields,<br />facing mighty mountains to the east,<br />kissing the whispering breeze,<br />gazing at the borderless sky,<br />Now and then sheeps stop by,<br />resting under my open arms,<br />nibbling away the lush grass,<br />chatting animal tales,<br />while sleeps a lazy shepeard<br />dreaming of woollen bundles<br />gifted from heaven, at his doorstep.<br /><br />Grey clouds showering rain, <br />mid-day sun warming the land,<br />winds arising from hills afar,<br />I grow stronger with them.<br />Beacause of nature I exist,<br />in nature I merge myself,<br />for, what exists on earth <br />distinct from Mother Nature?Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-67213469982709306612009-11-03T09:44:00.004+05:302009-11-15T14:48:03.125+05:30Maze<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEsomAXOMHIOCinS-um2PHltLeXoWdHiHnyu1ZOmGLlCLun-XMgUkxB_Bm7_TobPTMof-9T0lyH-5abnbK4FN5SlW8e_aiGg50loK27o_VtRcQtCOcSp1aTJ9kOaYjre4PKSP/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEsomAXOMHIOCinS-um2PHltLeXoWdHiHnyu1ZOmGLlCLun-XMgUkxB_Bm7_TobPTMof-9T0lyH-5abnbK4FN5SlW8e_aiGg50loK27o_VtRcQtCOcSp1aTJ9kOaYjre4PKSP/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404247706560970226" /></a><br /><br /><br />Silent garden, noises none,<br />works the spider weaving one<br />crazy web of threads thin,<br />spreads the maze, sparing none.<br /><br />Behind this web, gardens widen,<br />beyond which zooms a world driven <br />by speed and progress interwoven, <br />spreads the maze, sparing none.<br /><br />Speeding vehicles going around,<br />cities where men roam around,<br />racing with time, chasing the wind,<br />spreads the maze, sparing none.<br /><br /><br /><em>Photography: A view of Chicago downtown in 2007. I shot this from top floor of Sears Towers.</em>Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-77079756874692468022009-10-19T09:28:00.007+05:302009-10-24T11:26:59.648+05:30Native to this landDogs native to this land,<br />high spirited friends of man.<br />Love to be on their own,<br />thriving in cities and farmland.<br /><br />Long forgotten by men of this land,<br />roaming in groups along our streets.<br />Shades of brown, black and white,<br />with dirty paws and wagging tails.<br /><br />Alone they can never reside,<br />with family and friends they prefer,<br />forming groups, marking territories,<br />ruling over streets and lanes.<br /><br />Never too rude and never too lazy,<br />racing cars and chasing flies.<br />Bathing in the warm sun all day,<br />jumping into puddles of mud in gay.<br /><br />Give them food or water,<br />ever faithful they will remain.<br />Roaming all day long in the wild,<br />returning back to rest by your side.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRDs2eGLmzfw2OtYx40cADJmb7gGwPwXdACEmqlXRdcMKrX6IZ217LRulJgSl-aVNY-BssD7hIRGwjmsaAkfUoULoAe67wBBN9XVi0zHtNkbEtEuu5REF05t29SSgLL_tBoTmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRDs2eGLmzfw2OtYx40cADJmb7gGwPwXdACEmqlXRdcMKrX6IZ217LRulJgSl-aVNY-BssD7hIRGwjmsaAkfUoULoAe67wBBN9XVi0zHtNkbEtEuu5REF05t29SSgLL_tBoTmQ/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396039732261772642" /></a><br /><br />.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-15921165106861286632009-09-25T10:16:00.009+05:302009-12-02T15:47:01.228+05:30Celebrations<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8B0UJERi-OYDi0ftfYNUfN2ParT-8FpgnSXlCh9sZuh5Y0jVRqHPFZaMGPe5A7whipOtfLZ70NMlRwtAmi6aSPbN7emD_Sz6GY7rg3FnIjMhoSK77Q_D6HWVcXBDWA1QY-fZz/s1600-h/DSC00447.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8B0UJERi-OYDi0ftfYNUfN2ParT-8FpgnSXlCh9sZuh5Y0jVRqHPFZaMGPe5A7whipOtfLZ70NMlRwtAmi6aSPbN7emD_Sz6GY7rg3FnIjMhoSK77Q_D6HWVcXBDWA1QY-fZz/s400/DSC00447.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386181691267588370" /></a><br /><br /><br />Once a month, twice a month,<br />many a festival to celebrate.<br />Fasting at times from dawn to dusk,<br />Feasting in joy for the rest.<br />Silk Saree's rustling in pomp,<br />Shimmering bangles chatter along.<br />Scent of jasmine flowers,<br />Aroma of ghee oozing sweets.<br />Ramadan, Diwali and Christmas,<br />Religions do not matter.<br />Gifts given in plenty,<br />to make everyone happy.<br />Spirit of celebration in the air,<br />filling warmth and joy everywhere.<br /><br />Over there in a Little shack,<br />sweating over a greasy pack,<br />rough hands at work as always,<br />washing away dust on scooters.<br />Dents and grease fill their life,<br />fighting for food their only fate,<br />Celebrations do not matter here,<br />for those called the filthy poor.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGbMf_znoRTJU5euf3PXjKZRbF235E6_pq5oP4cKXgtm1MN50EDj33P1f7dt1xtqFdSZ8irGb4ixKKzSTocnQO8Seq0enjigIlD8p2Sk4I5Rg5ZmHO50Vwf04Lu2HGCgRPVom/s1600-h/IMG_8778.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGbMf_znoRTJU5euf3PXjKZRbF235E6_pq5oP4cKXgtm1MN50EDj33P1f7dt1xtqFdSZ8irGb4ixKKzSTocnQO8Seq0enjigIlD8p2Sk4I5Rg5ZmHO50Vwf04Lu2HGCgRPVom/s320/IMG_8778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386180197956962514" /></a>Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-35206195146121553282009-09-14T14:57:00.015+05:302009-12-02T15:47:26.123+05:30Rains forever<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFXl6U5OGIIARcp211XGchzZ4iZE-IvfAQj9FIzDrBHXD7ScePPaUsRuwrJD28yPu5hMDoMd-fYqPTyzJm7BDRWewWkUA1mIdoTkm98pf_2-GUVO5OCcH6IzBKRjzzaTwcS3LP/s1600-h/IMG_0287_2-2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFXl6U5OGIIARcp211XGchzZ4iZE-IvfAQj9FIzDrBHXD7ScePPaUsRuwrJD28yPu5hMDoMd-fYqPTyzJm7BDRWewWkUA1mIdoTkm98pf_2-GUVO5OCcH6IzBKRjzzaTwcS3LP/s400/IMG_0287_2-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382448256597869346" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Grey spreads over the horizon,<br />casting its dark shadow on<br />cheerful trees awaiting rain,<br />little flowers smiling at heaven,<br />ploughed fields, red and barren.<br /><br />Drops as soft as a feather,<br />fall from heaven to water<br />pretty little creeks of wonder,<br />winding down to end where<br />ploughed fields lie bare.<br /><br />Here and there a few drops,<br />dances a pretty peacock.<br />Showers end, downpour starts,<br />filling streams over the hillock,<br />as gushing creeks wet all fields.<br /><br />Drenched animals safe in caves,<br />rats and insects deep in burrows,<br />huddle together cats and dogs,<br />birds rest in cosy nests,<br />and it rains, rains,rains,..., forever.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-39054753160923049572009-09-07T09:39:00.008+05:302009-12-02T15:47:54.079+05:30Mysterious Mind<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9eb0w_Ge2-JJGXo5IEeo3TX5sH-451ZmyXWX7tJipaYth3VE_9muZerJskyWZXRMiwl9yA9WG410jT_9APpOflwWCXCwu5Y98KGOr5rwVFJxPxhoWvi2u7XQxQ6iOOxu2Chg/s1600-h/IMG_8524.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9eb0w_Ge2-JJGXo5IEeo3TX5sH-451ZmyXWX7tJipaYth3VE_9muZerJskyWZXRMiwl9yA9WG410jT_9APpOflwWCXCwu5Y98KGOr5rwVFJxPxhoWvi2u7XQxQ6iOOxu2Chg/s400/IMG_8524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378913718514954434" /></a><br /><br /><br />Will I ever understand you?<br />Growing within me slowly,<br />defining me, nurturing me,<br />yet distinct from me.<br /><br />Detailed plans you abhored,<br />Unknowing which rules I defined. <br />Hurting myself from within,<br />trying to achieve the undefined.<br /><br />Path of wilderness you chose,<br />beckoning me into new lands,<br />of undefined horizons, where <br />thoughts wander at their own pace.<br /><br />Rugged paths lead to peace,<br />here time knows no haste<br />revealing hidden treasures,<br />long lost in thoughts deep inside.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-58317948626853203522009-08-27T09:34:00.015+05:302009-12-02T15:48:15.547+05:30City of abundance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKmTKt-X7DRUQXzcYEVUMeK7P0oP_2Sw4dO1672jqcD1jZau2DmkHIQU_3L_2cbi46I1I4263_sxulg-DuGdHD6IB7Aps5fFdI7ClzSqoRhZeLMVEo0faffuCh5yiuBTPzCgg/s1600-h/IMG_0690-5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKmTKt-X7DRUQXzcYEVUMeK7P0oP_2Sw4dO1672jqcD1jZau2DmkHIQU_3L_2cbi46I1I4263_sxulg-DuGdHD6IB7Aps5fFdI7ClzSqoRhZeLMVEo0faffuCh5yiuBTPzCgg/s400/IMG_0690-5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378914394325187250" /></a><br /><br /><br />Land of evergreen natural beauty,<br />Unabating it's spirit of gaiety. <br />Riches abound in forms many,<br />farms and mills raise in plenty.<br /><br />Pristine water ways winding <br />through freshly sown fertile lands.<br />Merging with majestic rivers<br />turned into drains of chemicals.<br /><br />Pearls of humour and peels of laughter,<br />accent with respect mark this frontier.<br />Customs and cultures mix and mingle,<br />races many together built this empire.<br /><br />Gates to the outside world,<br />opened for the sake of riches there.<br />Drought never known here, but,<br />dearth of intellect an eternal bane.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-79937060756444401962009-08-13T09:48:00.012+05:302009-12-02T15:48:35.006+05:30Forest of mighty old trees<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4BViQaqpv_g_uXgI1kMAKsZQyKs8TmbSYW56b-cjTs5XSq9brw25ChoJMnMV7e9RaAaZ0_0gKgVGeqFFKPdcYiYy30mz1EvVXowjdEsKhLKOOAkiT8bODD5gn4iHnl7tTdDv/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4BViQaqpv_g_uXgI1kMAKsZQyKs8TmbSYW56b-cjTs5XSq9brw25ChoJMnMV7e9RaAaZ0_0gKgVGeqFFKPdcYiYy30mz1EvVXowjdEsKhLKOOAkiT8bODD5gn4iHnl7tTdDv/s400/IMG_0749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378915643954937746" /></a><br /><br /><br />Raising high to threaten the skies<br />stand in attention, soldiers in rows.<br />Their green heads swaying wildly<br />brown arms open wide trapping light.<br /><br />Bursting out of mighty rocks<br />arise the might banyan trees.<br />Roots digging deep in to earth<br />seeking water among rocks.<br /><br />Peels of bark stripped out<br />by elephants that roam about.<br />Tiny nests adorn their crown<br />feeding creatures all around.<br /><br />Primitive men to tribal folks<br />rested under its shady leaves. <br />Lives on this silent witness<br />watching evolutions fold out.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-14427960536622503102009-07-07T18:00:00.019+05:302009-12-02T15:48:57.989+05:30Art<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCnudvY6rL1BZ1phWZQWjpKZy9oQybc0rE7n_XEE7K3s6uXI-WFBkCklkN7VwG1RyaC12r5QiDjXbUuFEacwDn4wQnEo6Q_DZej_TMGQ9F8PN1hmPsirjwP4CglXvmdfs7VPr/s1600-h/Flag1_Cropped1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCnudvY6rL1BZ1phWZQWjpKZy9oQybc0rE7n_XEE7K3s6uXI-WFBkCklkN7VwG1RyaC12r5QiDjXbUuFEacwDn4wQnEo6Q_DZej_TMGQ9F8PN1hmPsirjwP4CglXvmdfs7VPr/s320/Flag1_Cropped1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364274743858639794" /></a><br /><br />Rhythmic strokes in random hues,<br />lovingly stroked on mediums many,<br />speaking out loud for those,<br />who love to see and listen.<br />Ori<br />Struggles of life in abstract,<br />desires flowing out as colours,<br />silent beauties of still life,<br />mysteries of human soul as portraits.<br /><br />Pen and paper not always needed,<br />to savor the joy of creation.<br />Materials many and waste none,<br />for art knows no narrow boudaries.<br /><br />Cotton clouds woven into royal robes,<br />Silky fabrics sculpted to perfection,<br />Swirling clay forming shapes many,<br />Hard rocks born again as dainty sculptures.<br /><br />Eternal language, silent but strong,<br />binding souls with mother nature.<br />Power of creation bestowed on her,<br />gifted to one and all born in her womb.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29830630.post-41498357003800243772009-03-19T16:23:00.011+05:302009-12-02T15:49:17.284+05:30Prophets of free minds<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFFRtEcvWme0_dmJqu-IcovGx3InoJS6jS1qYFbodMoIsX9CEJVd66WPaYLAU2ckfxVoEMTnzQ_obrkVcUCHlBZf1NLE1m93ztxKk2zLPNEyYjEb-wcRh0b03RqDRLIeIasnf/s1600-h/gREAT+sOULS.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFFRtEcvWme0_dmJqu-IcovGx3InoJS6jS1qYFbodMoIsX9CEJVd66WPaYLAU2ckfxVoEMTnzQ_obrkVcUCHlBZf1NLE1m93ztxKk2zLPNEyYjEb-wcRh0b03RqDRLIeIasnf/s320/gREAT+sOULS.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314852583326391042" /></a><br /><br />Path of wonder, path of light,<br />not in heaven, but on muddy earth.<br />Woven among wilderness by bare feet<br />of wise men who dared to walk alone.<br /><br />Head held high, eyes shining bright<br />walked forth they did, fearing none.<br />The light of reason their only weapon<br />to guide mankind, from ignorance to light.<br /><br />Self respect for all man kind<br />vital to live, yet denied to men.<br />Rode forth the destroyer of castes,<br />attired in black, awakening common sense.<br /><br />Subtle rivers of poetry in torrents,<br />burning narrow thoughts on its course,<br />flowed forth from the noble laureate, <br />from his abode of eternal peace.<br /><br />Towering souls many did come,<br />provoking rusted minds to think aloud.<br />Awoke a few, simple yet enlightened souls,<br />many more to rise in ages to come.Iniyaalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06929069508994658536noreply@blogger.com2