இசைராஜாவின் பிறந்தநாள்!

இசையின் வழி

இதயத்தை ஆளும்

இளைய ராஜா அவர்!

பண்ணைப்புரத்திலுதித்து

பல்லாண்டுகளாய்

பண்ணாளும் பேரரசர்

பின்னணிக்கணி சேர்த்து

பிணிதீர்க்கும் அமுதளித்த

பிதாமகன்-அவர்

இதயமெனும் கோவிலுதித்த

இன்னிசைச் சுடரால்-நம்

இதயம் தீண்டி

பாட்டாலே பக்தியும்

பாவினூடே புத்தியும்

பாங்காயுரைக்கும் பண்பாடகர்

வானொலிக்கும் நல்லிசையால்

வாடாத வான்புகழ்

வாகாகக் கொண்டிட்டார்

பாடல்களின் வாயிலாய்

பார் ஆண்ட

பாட்டரசரே!

மருந்தாய், செவிக்கு விருந்தாய்

மகிழ்வுந்தில் வழித்துணையாய்

மனதில் தங்கிய மெல்லிசை

இசைக்கு இசையும்

இதயங்களை இவர்

இசையால் இசைத்திட்டார்

எழுபதுகளில் தொடங்கி-தன்

எழுபத்தெட்டளவும்

என்றும் ஆள்பவர் அவரே!

தலைமுறைகள் தாண்டி

தன்னிசையால்

தமிழாண்டார்!

தித்திக்கும் தேனிசை

திரையில் தந்து

திங்கள் போலொளிர்ந்தார்!

அன்னக்கிளி முதல்

அன்னமூட்டியதும்

அவரிசையே!

ஆயிரம் படங்கள் -இவ்

ஆற்றல் அரசரின்

ஆக்கத்தால் மின்னின!

அகவை வெறும் எண்ணே

அவரருமை அறிந்த

அன்புள்ளங்களில்

அன்றும் இன்றும் என்றும்

அரியாசனம் வீற்றிருக்கும்

அரசர்- அவரே

இன்னிசை ஈந்து

இளைய நிலவாய்

இனிதே மிளிரும் இளையராஜா!

-பவித்ரா சேஷாத்ரி

Is there someone who is not a fan of the King of Music?! Blessed to be born in his era of music!

(P.S.: My dad is a really big fan of his and I'm so grateful to him for giving me a childhood filled with Raja sir's music!)

Image courtesy: Google Images

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Sound of Moonlight

The lights begin to dim, as she walks in; Draped in silver threads, is her glowing skin. Like the quivering butterfly wings, Her eyelids flutter close, as she sings. Her voice resounds across the sky, Holding the triumph of a child’s first cry. The song is filled with joy and mirth, Like the music of a flower’s birth. So softly, the melody flows, Rustling their feathers as the nightingales doze. Enchanted by her beautiful beam, The stars around her blush and gleam. As she walks along the aisle, The waves rise to watch her smile. She sounds like the thrill of bedtime stories, And like laughter, free of worries. Like the curiosity in a child’s eyes, Like mischiefs and innocent lies. Like the mysteries that hide in the dark, Like the joyous cries of the skylark. She echoes the soft breaths of kids, As sleep begins to caress their eyelids. She voices the longing of lovers and their wistful sighs, As a ray of hope brightens the skies. The world is lost in the beauty of her song, Until anoth...

Time for Nature

The Lady Nature, clothed in blue silk, Held the thread in her hands, Weaving it into a giant web, Life brimming from its strands. She marveled at her handiwork And promptly named it, ‘The Earth’, It held myriads of wonderful beings And the cycles of their death and birth. And as Earth began to grow, Her fibre radiant and strong, The lives she bore evolved, Fashioning a chain ever so long. Plants, animals, insects, and birds, Links to the ever long chain, Holding and also held by it, Helping the thread sustain. Yet, as time went by, Rust came creeping in, Pollution, depletion, deforestation, Abrading the Earth’s skin. The chain grew weaker and weaker, As the wings of rust unfurled, Plants, animals, insects, and birds, Vanished from the world. The Earth lost its glory And Nature began to wane; Humans, once her treasured creations, Had now become her bane. The songs of the birds drowned; The air torn by loud noises, They faded from existence And the world forgot their voi...

Re(Ve)al

Like wind-blown seeds, moving along the skies; Like the grains of sand, pulled along the waves; They wander, unmindful of the time that flies, With each step, slowly leading to their graves. Still, they forget to pause and live Their eyes staring but never seeing, Forgetting to forget and forgive, These souls, alive, yet never feeling. Oblivious minds, seeking different destinations Though the journey always ends in death; Losing their dreams to ruthless ambitions, Never realizing, until their last breath. A task which consumes all their might To keep surviving, until Death calls Hiding behind masks through day and night, Their true faces concealed, until the mask falls. A day will come when they would finally realize, Their identities, buried deep within Their souls lost in deception and disguise To exist without living, an unforgivable sin. -Pavithra Seshadri Image courtesy: Google Im...

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