Sustainable mind at sunset

My sustainable mind during sunset 

is like a raging fire of the wild wild west.

Filled with ideas worth a million $ bet,

for wealth accrued in an angels closet.

Using the red skies as a green canvas

it creates mission statements, for a cause;

a vison to reach beyond the horizon

and, in mankind; it reimagines compassion

For clean air to breath as the outcome

it chooses personal value over income

In tandem, to elevate human potential

it fears not to sweat it's share of capital

As the vision gets wider it's canvas bigger

Liaisons join and alter the narrative together

In friends & family and neighbour

it seeks an, all weather, seed investor

"Is it an idea worth sharing?", it checks on TED

"Until proven, it's a just a story", TED said

It's matter of mindset and race against time

Proven it will be, when climate rings a chime

©Balaji Palanidurai

Beauty of compassion

Streets many he roamed, with
lens in hand; held with passion
Retreat home he did; tanned, with
heart in hand dipped in compassion

To bring those landscapes to life
he added color to the canvas
To see life in his portait still
in b&w he clicked one, as it was

In acts of life he zoomed & clicked
angles many, at times even twice
Facts of life, subtle but there!
beauty, he knew, lies in beholders eyes

Scanned them all in order & at ease
Stumbled, he did, upon a master piece
A pair of friends sharing a drink
Looks differed, but needs in sync

Friendship day it was,
weather sunny & clear
Inundate with it, many, i did
whether, near or dear

Streets many, in quest, we roam
Ears plugged & eyes sans emotion
Free them once and feel at home
Hear, see & live with compassion

Picture taken by Shrinath Vs 

https://www.facebook.com/shrinath.v

©Balaji Palanidurai

Beauty of small things

You can also listen to this poem.

Admire, I do, the beauty

of small things

Inspire, they do, in plenty

till my heart sings

Colorful rangoli, spread outside 

the front door of my neighbor

Wonderful and holy, she felt inside 

when I lauded her artful labor

Tiny flower in that earthen pot

hardly in my line of sight 

Shiny wonder it became on spot

when it fell in the line of sunlight 

Sparrows many flapping like a dart

noticed only when I need

Sorrows any drowning, get wiped apart

when I throw them some feed

Incense sticks lit in a corner 

felt only by its fragrance

Essence of it, if lavender 

melt I do & ease into a light trance 

Admire, I do, the beauty

of small things

Inspire, they do, in plenty

till my heart sings


©Balaji Palanidurai

ஆயிரம் இருந்தென்ன பயன்

நண்பர்கள் ஆயிரம் இருந்தென்ன  பயன்
தேவை படும்பொழுது கூப்பிட்டு பேச இல்லையெனில்

செய்திகள் ஆயிரம் இருந்தென்ன பயன்
படித்து மகிழ நேரம் இல்லையெனில்

உணர்ச்சிகள் ஆயிரம் இருந்தென்ன பயன்
பகிர்ந்துணர ஒரு வாழ்க்கைத்துணை இல்லையெனில்

மாற்றங்கள் ஆயிரம் இருந்தென்ன பயன்
நிம்மதியுள்ள வாழ்க்கை இல்லையெனில்.

......பின்வரும் வரிகள் எனது நண்பர் எழுதியது....

வார்த்தைகள் ஆயிரம் இருந்தென்ன பயன்
மயக்கும் கவிதை இல்லையெனில்

கவிதைகள் ஆயிரம் இருந்தென்ன பயன்
பாராட்ட ஒருவர் இல்லையெனில்

பாராட்ட ஆயிரம் பேர் இருந்தென்ன பயன்
மனம் ஒக்க வாழ்க்கைத்துணை
இல்லையெனில்

இவையெல்லாம் ஆயிரம் இருந்தென்ன பயன்
இறைவனடி மனம் புகவில்லையெனில்!

©Balaji Palanidurai

Bread

Soft, crisp, round & square;
people eat bread
Depends, where they were
born and bred!

Relished with breakfast, lunch, dinner
or even as a starter
Getting a small piece of it, for some,
is still a big matter!

8000 CE, the grain was first crushed
battered and baked in an oven

Flat at first, from Egypt to the world
it evolved; the method was proven

French call it baguette, Egyptians as pitta,
Indian double roti and English as bread

What's in a name? When hunger strikes
humanity and hospitality must spread.

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©Balaji Palanidurai

I wrote this poem on 27th April 2017. The trigger was the scene in front of me on the breakfast table by the window in StayAt Bromma overlooking the street leading to the Bromma train station. I was there on business trip and stayed there for 2 weeks. Breakfast was simple and had a continental spread and I loved the butter there!

The slice of bread and the salt and pepper dispensers in ghost form in front of me got me to think about the importance of bread in our life. I also became a fan of the Crisp bread and started googling for history of bread. I wanted to save this information for my future reference and wrote it in a format that I would like to read - Poem!