Thursday 27 August 2015

A Golden Age

Bouquets for ourselves
Floral tributes to one self
My star birthday today
For new experiences making way

We have come a long way
Successfully lived every day
Ups and downs always
Somehow all passing away

A hidden hand guiding us along
With correct perceptions never forlorn
Wisdom now takes over
Driven by intuitive power

The young also so gifted
For an active mind intellect more suited
When instinct is disconnected
Unwanted results can be expected

In old age wisdom can dominate
When sharpened can resonate
In a stormy sea a beacon to all
Walking straight avoiding a fall

Now with this power
All challenges can cover
For people disturbed and confused
This help will not refuse

Such gifts always well received
As floral gifts will perceive
The best time of one’s life
Feeling well and alive

Moving into a new level
In peace and tranquility one can revel
Rarely experienced in the past
Our lives slipped by so fast

Wisdom and instinct in old age
Base metal to a golden age
Like the alchemist of yore
Blessings for all can pour

Best part of one`s life
Into new experiences can dive
Not wanting anything
Floral bouquets only giving



M P Prabhakar
23.8.2015
P J

Friday 14 August 2015

The Sundial



Tambaram by electric train
A barren land with little rain
Across the railway quarters
A green oasis well-watered

Madras Christian College a landmark
Sprawling buildings within a park
Tree lined avenues giving shade
In a forest setting the college laid

The sundial in front
Prof Kibble`s invention not a stunt
Mathematical design and precision
For all a scholarly inspiration

In the foyer Miller`s bust
To all inspiring trust
Rev Dr A J Boyd the college principal
A Scottish missionary answering the call

Every new student the principal meets
Wednesday evenings coffee and candy treats
A bachelor for so long
A dedication so strong

A few other Scottish lecturers
McPhail, Martin and a pastor
Indian staff well up to the mark
A scholarly setting not more can ask

Acacia Flame of the Forest
Red and yellow tree tops giving rest
Bishop Heber hall my residence
Selayur St Thomas Halls same ambiance

A square courtyard in the middle
Buildings around all rooms single
Fish pond at one side tucked
Freshies midnight manually ducked

Initiation a hall tradition
A way to boost motivation
Freshies welcomed after such rituals
Comradeship feelings now mutual

Hall day a special occasion
Guests received with much passion
The hall song sang with spirit
Guests impressed and give credit
       
The Tamilian Telugu  Koorge Malayalee
All members of the same family
These two lines part of the hall song
With such feelings no one goes wrong

SDD Thomas GES Alfred great friends
A friendship without dents
Sam Thomas athletic lean and tall
Alfie answering any call

Sports Day climax the mile race
Sam ready this challenge to face
His rival barrel chested stocky fit
Speed agility against stamina and grit

For the mile race rival allowed to lead
Sam giving the other hope to feed
In the last lap before the finish line
Sam overtakes with grace so fine

Shoulder borne to the hall as a hero
Celebrations no thought for tomorrow
A legend of those days
Deserving a statue many say

The hall system a unique setting
An Oxford Cambridge likeness getting
In the early fifties many Anglo Indians
Most moved to cultures European

Summers in Tambaram scorching
Vacation time home bound train taking
From Madras central station
To Olavakode junction closest destination

A whole nights journey
With little sleep if any
Little paper cups of coffee
From sleepiness to be free

Train stops in the middle of the night
Vendors crying out their wares as people alight
Waiting for the train to move
Kerala at last with coconut grooves

Disemark at Olovakode Junction
Always a busy bustling station
Made way to Palakad TBT bus stop
Bus to Puthiyamkom with luggage on top
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Lakshmi Nivas a home away from home
Mango grooves paddy fields invite one to roam
My uncle and aunt a loving couple
Made me feel at home taking much trouble

Soon the long vacation over
Back after rest and time to recover
The grimy train ride back to Madras
Rains have brought back flowers and grass

In this way after three years` study
A Madras university degree
Boarded the Chidambaram for Penang
Island quarantine off the mainland

To Segamat entrained
Passing land with much rain
All around green and misty
Different from a place hot and dusty

Malaya in the grip of communist warfare
Fenced new villages security guards
Arrived at Segamat my destination
Met by father at the railway station


Back home at last
Parents older greyer after time that passed
Segamat a quiet restful place
Attracting from us much praise


M P Prabhakar
10.8.15
PJ