Monday 30 January 2017

Books, Books...more Books.





Before parchments and messaged leaves
From cave walls they read hieroglyphics
Trees then gave us paper
Books, bearer of our civilization and culture.

Literature, Law, commentary
Stories, action books, mystery, poetry
Good news, bad news
All kinds of views.

We owe paper and books
For how the world now looks
Generations on books fed
Stunning changes from them led.

Books all kinds on display
On shelves in artful array
Taking a quick look
What would we do without books?

Always books respected in our culture
Sacred books and Literature
Of knowledge and wisdom a bearer
Let us never these sever.


With more books from more trees
Fewer trees we will see
For rain and drinking water
Only leafy trees will cater.

Everything in fine tune
Must not abuse Nature`s boon
To get out of this slippery slope
Balance and new ways give hope.

Is it the end of books?
When we now have e-books?
A slave to a machine
Does this mean?

Both have a place
In this fast race
For trees some relief
Those in this cause believe.

Creativity and expression
Through poetic and literary extension
Must never be subject to suppression
These help keep life`s pace
In this rat race.

Fantasy



                                                               
When the mind wanders
Into fantasy wonders
Life gets a boost
At no great cost.

Fantasy lets imagination spin
Stories, songs, poems hearts to win
Life without fantasy
We would miss all ecstasy.

Half the world fantasy led
Our lives enriched and fed
Culture, values, hopes and dreams
Flows out as we work as a team.

The other half reality fed
By practical application led
Like the Ying and Yang
Both by a thread hang.

Being alive and at my brightest
Inner bliss is bliss highest
Unlimited access to wisdom
Knowledge fades in her kingdom.

Facts that help us win
Doubts sometimes creep in
Wisdom is unlimited the mind rings
Isn`t knowledge everything?
Such doubts take wing.

Fantasy when handled right
Can turn to fact
The world has progressed this way
Dreams to reality in play.

Go ahead, dream and fantasise
Wait for the ripe prize
Mankind`s unique gift we share
To spin gold from thin air.

MPP
20.12.2016  






Mother Mangalam



                         
The Little Lady
Never ever lonely
Caring for orphaned children
Chinese, Malay, Indian.

A messenger of hope
Skills and courage to cope
Bearing inner light
Her children bask in delight.

A living Saint in our midst
Her sparkling eye, smile can’t resist
Exuding tranquility and peace
A balm to souls at unease.

A poetess in her right
Her poems a delight
Every aspect of life
Into happiness, sorrow, illness she dives.

All forms of the animate
Sounds, smells, sights of the inanimate
Nothing left out
All creation in gratitude shout.

It takes a special insight
To see the light
Thank you Mother dearest for this gift
Our lives all get a lift.

M.P.Prabhakar
17.12.2016