This blog is dedicated to my dearest Krishna...mostly poetry, sometimes through the words of a Gopi, and sometimes, just my own musings...

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Dear Narasimha,

Your eyes burn the sinners to flames:
A bond of love is ignited Your devotees heart by the same!

Your ferocious fingers digged into Hiranyakashipu's insides:
Yet, they, with love and compassion, Your devotees invite!

 You kill the enemy with Your anger!
But, for your devotees, unleash a smiling dagger!

In those who rule by fear, you ignite fear:
And yet, those who surrender at Your feet lose all fear!

You behold a face so ferocious:
But for the devotee: features so gorgeous!

You tore down a pillar to inspire in the feared fear:
And to the same handsome torso, hold a devotee near!

O Lord Who protected Prahlad's tongue:
To sing your praises too meak is this slave's tongue!
Yet, no other pleasure this girl has,
Than to sing the praises of the Lord with His hands on His lap!


Your fingers killed an evil demon so terrible
For a son whom You invited with the same fingers so lovable!
Will you please let me decorate (with mehendi) those nails so long?
Will You not bestow upon me that pleasure for which i long?

Your Holy Feet with long, curved nails at the helm:
Protect the person who takes refuge at them.
Will you please let me decorate (with mehendi)  those nails so long?
Will You please bestow upon me that pleasure for which i long?

-Dedicated to Azhagiya Singar of Thiruvallikeni

Sunday, July 17, 2011

My Father-Daughter Song

What is "magic"?
The word is a trick in itself.
Is it an exhibition of the impossible by using little props?
Or, is it that which leaves your heart yearning for more?
Can it be defined by the little tricks the street magician performs to earn his bread?
Or, is it everything that is inexplicably wonderful?

Magic is, in my humble opinion, what we cannot explain.
It is what our five senses fail to comprehend.
And, it is only when our senses fail that we look deep inside our hearts.

Sorry for the long lecture. I am never good at them.
Anyways, since you were kind and patient enough to read my little philosophy, i am going to cut the intro short and jump to the matter.

Parents are atop the list of those whom we take for granted.
When we are kids, they spray baby cereal on their prized shirts to feed us.
When we are adoloscents, they listen patiently to all our tantrums.
i am not aware of what happens next, (as both my physical and mental capabilities are that of a barely-so-adult), but the most important thing is they dedicate their lives unto you.
So, how much ever you  fight with them, whatever be your differences, you are still bound by a invisible, intangible (magical?) bond.

My father always sings for me.
He has sung for me ever since God brought me to Earth, and he continues to do so.
And, in Radio Dad, the Listener's Choice from my side has been this Tamil song called "Kanne Kalaimaane" from the movie "Moondraam Pirai".

It is this beautiful melody, which always brings a yawn on my mouth.
How much ever i try, i can never disprove my dad that this song is my own magical sleeping pill.
i am snoring before the song is over!


It's a beautiful love song, the second stanza of which  i have roughly translated:
(Context of the actual song: the protagonist falls in love with a mentally retarded girl. He falls hook, line and sinker for her, and cannot help it himself.)

kannae kalaimaanae kanni mayilenak
kandaen unai naanae
In these lines, the protagonist praises his beloved. "Kanne" means eyes, but also it is a sweet form of calling one's beloved. "Kalaimaane" is a kind of deer and "Mayil: refers to a peacock.

andhip pagal unai naan paarkkiraen
I see you day and night
aandavanai idhaiththaan kaetkiraen
I ask of God nothing else!
raariraaroa oaraariroa
raariraaroa oaraariroa


(kannae)

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kaadhal kondaen
My heart began to love you
kanavinai valarththaen
It flourished incessantly in my dreams!
kanmani unai naan karuththinnil niraiththaen
O The Apple of My Eyes! i filled my thoughts with You!
unakkae uyiraanaen
My life is now yours!
ennaalum enai nee maravaadhae
Please, never ever forget me!
neeyillaamal edhu nimmadhi
Without you, there is no peace!
needhaanae en sannidhi
You are my sannidhi! (sannidhi refers to the holy sanctum sanctorum)

While most songs that i hear DO get dedicated to my Lord Krishna, this particular song never occured in that list.
It's always been my Dad's song.
But, today, as my dad sung for me in his soothing voice, the words in the second stanza dedicated themselves to His feet.

So, to conclude, what IS magical in this world is "LOVE".
How, we are bound to each other by that Universal Affection.
How, our relationship with Parthasarathy is also defined by that very word.
What is indeed magical is how the Ruler of the Universe sways to little expressions of Love!

Thursday, June 30, 2011

One in a Thousand

O Krishna!
There may be lakhs of ants in all,
But very few do on Your beautiful creatures crawl.
There may be crores of flowers to Mother earth born:
But oh! only a few do Your handsome looks adorn!
There may be uncountable atoms of gold worn by men:
Only a select many are made into Your jewels even then!
There may be infinite lengths of thread woven:
But to tailor Your garments, only a few get chosen.
There may be many a hundred destination in Your Creation:
Each may have its flavours and each its own temptation
But dear Parthasarathy!
Allow me to find in Your Lotus Feet shelter with sheer dedication!

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Morning Miracle

Dear Friends,
A recent story in "All About Krishna" that i posted.
You can read it here: A Miracle of His

Friday, June 24, 2011

Your Eyes Turned Away!

O Lord!

i am but Your meagre slave,
And, i have no respite You save:
Let me not wither in the wilderness!
Let me not be alone to despair and madness!

Your eyes steal every heart they rest upon:
Then why to rest on me they take so long?
Your powerful finger that lifted the hill:
When will they rest on mine and my mind's void fill?

Whether You hold me close to Your broad chest,
Or leave me lost like a child in a fest-
Whether You by Your smile my senses astound-
Or wring this heart by Your punishing frown:
i have none but You, my Lord!

O Lord who blessed a friend who wanted a handful of rice
To be more than Kubera richer thrice-
O Heartthrob who stole away the Gopis' garments
Will You not steal this slave from Your imposed torments?

i have no voice to fight
Coz i have believed You are always right!
If i be wrong forgive me and take me;
If this is some game, lost to You let me be!