A CHALLENGE..Sundaram

The dusk gave way to the unfurling rays

of the morning sun

Sleeping dew drops on grass blade

Awakened and flowed bravely

To join the mighty river

For another clash with the sea
And so is life
A never ending challenge to us
Sundara Saras

மகன்கள் பிரசுராம்

Life is a Turmoil, Take this New Day

As Your Own, The Seed is Sown

Persevere My Sons

JOURNEY..by Rabindranath Tagore

I have got my leave.

Bid me farewell

My brothers!

I bow to you all and

Take my departure

Here I give back the keys of my door

And I give up all claims to my house

I only ask for last kind words from you

We were neighbors for long, but

I received more than I could give

Now the days are dawned and the lamp

That lit my dark corner is out

A summon has come and

I am ready for my journey

LIFE's RIDDLES..by Unknown

'Tis but a day we sojourn here below

and all the gains we get

is grief and woe

Then. leaving our life's riddles all unsolved

and burdened with regrets

We have to go

THIS WORLD IS ODD ..by Poet Bhartrhari

Clever men slog for a living

In some stupid prince's palace

How will their hearts renew

If fate sometimes bring

Swinging hips and lotus eyes

And large breasted women

To comfort them

To challenge the evanescence

Of the rising moon ?

Yes, it is true

Why should I lie ?

In all three worlds

(heaven, this world, and hell)

Nothing brings him

As much joy as a woman

But it is also true

That nothing brings him

As much grief as well

THE SAYINGS OF THE BROOK _ by Khalil Gibran

I walked in the valley

As the rising dawn spoke

The secret of eternity

And there a brook on its course

Was singing, calling and saying;

Life is not only merriment;

Life is desire and determination

Wisdom is not in words

Greatness is not in exalted position;

Greatness is for he who refuses position.

A man is not noble through ancestry;

How many noblemen are

Decedents of murderers?

Not everyone in chain is subdued;

At times, a chain is greater than a necklace.

Paradise is not in repentance;

Paradise is in the pure heart.

Hell is not in torture;

Hell is an empty heart.

Riches are not in money along;

How many wanderers were the riches of all men?

Not all the poor are scorned;

The wealth of the world

Is in a loaf of bread and a cloak.

Beauty is not in the face;

Beauty is the light in the heart.

Perfection is not for the pure of soul;

There may be virtue in sin.

This is what the brook sang

Was some of the secrets of the sea.

KODI ASAINDHADUM..by Gopal

Did the leaves rustle And created a breeze ?

Or does the breeze lead the leaves into their dance ?

Did the flowers bloom When the moon rose ?

Or did the moon rise To see the flowers in bloom ?

Did the song create the beat ?

Or the beat inspire the song ?

Did you invent love ?

Or did love usher in youth ?

Did womanhood create femininity ?

Or femininity define womanhood ?

Did I see you ?

When you come before me ?

Or did your coming

Open my eyes ?

While Time Flits By

Today I sit here wondering
How I came to be old
Time and tide waits for no man
Maybe that is why I am not told?

There were a lot of things
I always wanted to do,
And many places
I envisaged of visiting too.

There are people moving in and out
Abiding in the arc of my family
Knowing together for a long time
Yet at times we only exchanged glances
To some maybe a simple ‘ennagga’

I have rescheduled my life,
Learning as much as I can,
Going and seeing,
Meeting and greeting,

Remaining time is mine to waste,
To enjoy and relish as I choose,
Giving me days of pleasure,
As to my dreams I admire.

Always looking forward,
Not pondering over the past,
My life's embers I keep blowing
My farewell comes most unseen

Sundaramoorthy Rajamanickam
August 2010
Rawang, Malaysia