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Stone or Statue

Motivation, Mythology, Personal, Poetry, Spirituality, Stories/storification,

A stone lay there on the roadside,
None would care to look,
Nor was there any sculptor who took;
It to his imagined world aside.

It lay still for days unseen,
A burden for the earth it had been.
For all who saw it black and hard,
Had never tried to become a bard.

Time did pass, till one day a man;
Saw this large stone as everyone can.
But he saw something more in,
That into his dream world he took the stone in.

Then day and night he worked on,
Till he felt tired and torn.
And for days did he toil,
Like a farmer who does for his soil.

He carved and carved till,
It did his picture fill.
Then, one fine day when he finished-
The people gathered there were astonished.

All gazed and gazed, yet one
Curious, and worthy of none,
Asked the sculptor how he had been,
Able to see the form in the rock hardly seen.

Answered the humble sculptor “I see,
Also the Almighty Lord in thee”.

Senthilkumar R

(Based on stories – Circa 1993)

The childhood

General, Just about it, Poetry, ,

When I see him through the window,

I envy him for his lucky go life,

For he is carefree and cool every moment

While  I face things with strife.

They say I am childish when I bite nails,

But in his attempt to make us laugh never fails.

Life I wish was like his,

Which we are all now giving a miss

To enjoy as he is today,

And make the most of it everyday.

When at times I see him,

He smiles at me an innocent one,

To behold in itself is a scene to see.

And when he cries, we do laugh a little,

But he does make you go brittle.

 

Senthilkumar

Circa – 1996

Freedom Unleashed!

Just about it, Poetry,

It’s a wild, wild world

A heavy traffic plying so fast

Destination bound, buses and cars.

Broken are the rules for the sake of it;

Discorded thoughts on business and profit.

A ruthless journey travelled everyday

With a faked smile to greet all we meet.

The paper always carry violent, vulgar words

Of Nations at war, of refugees, of bomblasts and of riots.

Man at arms and guns have not retired.

Man and arms together on a race to destruction ahead.

Me at war with my own self

A discord cannot be so perfect – a war of love,

Of religions, of Gods, of false men.

Humans ruthlessly killed

Like trees mercilessly felled

An imbalance reigns and its chaos all around.

We just witness and witness it happen

Its a land so free, so green

Freedom undefined, rights abused,

Corruption in high places and decadence at a record high.

Yet, the sun rises, the river flows

The cloud showers and the wind blows.

In perfect harmony – its the freedom unleashed!

 

Senthilkumar Rajappan

Circa – 1999