Shores of sun

-  Dwarakaithalaivan Eyes of sun Are same as that of a poet. Light and sun Views and poet Are inseparable. Sun is not a torch. We could see the torch And its flood of light distinctly. Rays of sun may start writing A bit differently On the pages of mind That tries to differentiate between The sun and its light. We use torch light To see in the dark. We switch off the torch, Throw it up and catch it. That is not possible In the case of sun. Sun, light and rays All are one. Ocean of heat and light Rises due to nuclear fussion. Waves of light reach The shores on earth. They caress the Surface of earth And life thrives on the Motherly tongue of sun. Waves of blue sea Come up to the shores. we also find the sea On the shores In the form of wetness And fresh water springs. Sea goes beyond the beach And reaches the land. cloud and rain Make the ocean of life on earth. Sun extends its reign Up to the surface of earth. Saliva of love nurtures The lives. Flora and fauna Rise as ocean of love. There is only one ocean of love Without any shores. Those who identify themselves distinctly Even in that Are the shores of sun. courtesy : Muse India   Jul-aug  2013

Indeed inspiring, thank you for sharing this lovely work...! With regards, Shigufta Uzma, Rourkela Jul 16, 2013

Dwarakai thalaivan, a beauteous poem with the last five lines being superb ! Enjoyed ! Chandra Thiagarajan, Chennai Jul 16, 2013

living in the moment

    - Dwarakaithalaivan

Willing to live in the past or future is like talking to a person in front of you through a cell phone.Living in the moment is not a search for something without thinking about any thing.It is the ability to concentrate on the work we do right now.This moment is the wonderful thing bestowed on us by nature.All of us are moving toward physical death in every moment.I don't say that every moment is a precious one.But once we miss it, we won't have it again. Problem with the human mind is that it takes asylum in the past or future.It finds them as the suitable places to get rid of  troubles.Then it totally forgets the present moment or comes back to it for a short period.Is it living?Embracing the moment is not an exercise.It is the real beauty of living. The present moment provides something which cannot be found in the past or future.Mind creates unrealistic things only when we are in the past or future.Do you want to miss the most realistic thing which is the present moment?You would be happy fantasizing about any thing.you could even imagine that you are the richest man on earth.Are you happy going around a museum built at the centre of a live forest?

Thank you for your opinion, Dwarakaithalaivan ! Living in the moment enriches us !

 Almost the same opinion was voiced by me in my poem "Today " posted in MI on 20-5-13

Chandra Thiagarajan, Chennai
Jun 09,2013   

courtesy : Muse India   may -june 2013

Dwarakaithalaivan gets Muse India Poetry Prize

Dwarakaithalaivan's poem Invisible Brush has been selected as the best poem of the month [April 2013]

by a panel of judges in Muse India  e- journal

Invisible Brush

             - Dwarakaithalaivan

An invisible brush

Carries a river along with it.

It moves fast

Turns around

And draws the earth.



It mixes soil

In river water

To paint trees.



This brush called

Time

Moves and dances.



Roots of trees

Beneath the soil

Are eye lashes of time

Which never sleeps.



The most complicated one

Among the greatest works of time brush

Is Man.



Journey of civilisations

Began from the banks of rivers.

On the helipad of sky scrappers

We find a mark left by the

Time continuum.



Machines that throng the world

Are colour drops

Sprinkled by the brush.



Series of paintings drawn

Over a very long period of time

Move as images of motion picture

In the mind.

Man would find this

As the progress in life

In the past as well as present.



Well planned life style

Makes him believe that

He is the one who contorls

The proceedings.



Man will endeavour

To inter change his hands and legs

And turn the head permanently

To fix the face over his back.



A hand in the painting of time

Comes alive

And tries to redraw itself

Revealing some people’s

Perversion.

             courtesy : Muse India  march - April 2013


A very great,and wonderful imagination of the Invisible Brush is alluring and amazing,Dwarkaithalaivan !GOOD !
Chandra Thiagarajan, Chennai
Apr 10, 2013

An imaginative, creative brush this one! Marvellous write Mr. Dwarakathalaivan. Thanks for sharing.

Padmaja Iyengar, Secunderabad, A P, India
Apr 10, 2013

Wonderful imagination! Nice poem

 Padmavathi, Secunderabad

Apr 10, 2013