The Poet of 'Tuft of Light'

The Poet of 'Tuft of Light'.

Have you seen a search light in utter darkness?

All things are immersed in darkness. They are not visible. Their texture, color, dimensions and calibre, all these are shunt by the lack of light.

May be great forts, may be great castles, or penthouses, so what?
Darkness knows no discrimination.
It is light that discriminates between various aspects and things.

In that darkness a search light swings from one end to the other. The thing, may be a Fort, or a Castle in a row of houses, comes to light and all its details are sung out by the revealing light. The Castle glows in all its visible aspects.

But when the search light passes on to the next thing angling in, the fading out Castle loses itself into oblivion and lo! the new thing blooms into focus.

One poet has made use of this phenomenon of 'Tuft of Light' viz., search light to describe the effect of a beautiful damsel of a woman on various knights assembled in a suitors' hall.

The beauty is Indumathi. The poet is Kalidasa.

He calls it "Tuft of Light" Deepa Sikha.

He says Indumathi was like a Deepa Sikha passing on the rows of suitors, who were seated like Human Fortresses on high seated thrones. When she accompanied by her maid came by the seat of a suitor-king, the maid was coming out with all details of the king. In expectation and anguish, the King was all glaring in anxiety. But lo! when she passed on to the next suitor, this king lost all his shine and focus, to be usurped by the next one in turns. It was like a Deepa Sikha moving on in dead of night and thick of darkness, lighting one Fort at a time to be shunned back to darkness while passing on to the next object.

sancharini deepasikeva ratrau
yam yam vyatheeyaaya pathimvaraa saa |
narendra maargaatta iva prapedhe
vivarna bhaavam sa sa bhumipala:||

In the mid of night
moveth a tuft of light
Verily it was she
Along the suitors' line
whoever was she coming near
glowed like a human fortress
in all galore and greatness
alas! to sink in gloom
and oblivion as she passes on.

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(I thank the friend who asked me this doubt - 'why Kalidasa is called Deepa Sikha Kalidas?)
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Observations of Srirangam V Mohanarangan 5

Philosophy, science, religion and poetry have long consumed my interest, life and involvement rather than the society. As a result I find myself poor in the areas of social interests and cares. Perhaps I could have chosen differently and involved myself in social reconstruction. But why I chose what I have chosen eludes me. I am not sorry about my choice. But more and more when I realise the importance of social reconstruction and when I become more and more aware of the maladies of the past and more so of the present and the future, I doubt sometimes in what way all my philosophy and in depth study of metaphysical subjects is going to be relevant and meaningful in the evolving contexts. I have a philosophy of my own, which I will write some day. But a weighing dejection sets on me occasionally, what is all these worth and more so what my philosophy is going to be worth. But I have to be what I am, what balance of worth may ticker my edge of time.

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I was thinking about J Krishnamurthi's saying - 'Truth is a pathless land.' And I was thinking about the Name of Sriman Narayana in Sri Vishnu Sahasranama, viz., 'Yoga:'. He is the supreme goal to be attained. And he himself is the Way, Yoga: of attaining it.

And while I was going through one of the twelve volumes of 'M, the Apostle and the Evangelist', tr from original Bengali book by Swami Nityatmananda, I came across this from the mouth of M, where he reminiscences about Sri Thakur (Sri Ramakrishna).

"M :- Thakur told us, 'Once I felt the desire to go to a limitless tract of land to see how the animals and birds live there. While returning from my native place I got down the bullock cart and ran towards a field. I saw that in the middle of this vast expanse rows of ants were moving holding a piece of paddy in their mouth.'..'Just see, how He preserves the whole universe. He has arranged all kinds of food for all - for the gross, the subtle and the causal bodies.' (pp247, Volume IX, M, the Apostle and the Evangelist, Sri Ma Trust)

Somehow the inter-textuality rings overtones on contemplating about it. Truth, the pathless land is also the Providence taking care of.

Yoga: Yogavidam Netaa

He remains the Way and the Leader

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Can you become an occidental of occidentals in your spirit of equality, freedom, work, and energy, and at the same time a Hindu to the very backbone in religious culture and instincts? This is to be done and we will do it. You are all born to do it.

Vivekananda

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This statement is very pregnant with implications. Thinking over and over on that lets me into his august calibre and deep vision.

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Is there anybody ready to emboss a significant saying in real gold?

If there is one, this is the saying for him --

No man, no nation, my son, can hate others and live. India's doom was sealed the very day they invented the word Mlechchha and stopped from communion with others.

Vivekananda

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Perfect life is a contradiction in terms. Therefore we must always expect to find things not up to our highest ideal. Knowing this we are bound to make the best of everything.

Vivekananda.

Life means imperfect. If made perfect, life will not be life. Perfect by its own standard or by what standard? So the highest ideal, does it come out of life itself or our of reading and understanding? So the Ideal and the Perfect is conceptual but may not be totally Real. Is it? Is it a sustaining 'Differance' between Idealism and Realism?

And the practicality is to make life as much near to the Ideal and the Perfect. Is it so?

***

Robot on a highway

A robot on a Highway! 
Running fast 
Nay...walking fast 
Nay...nay...executing just 
steps 1,2,3... 
Was it looking sad? 
perhaps made so? 
or painted so? 
I thought so. 
when it read 
my neuronic pulse 
and turned to me 
sliding 45 
to face a robot 
is irritating 
Its eyes are not eyes 
mouth is not mouth 
where is it in the mesh? 
the heart throbs where? 
processors never slack 
the hungry thirst of soul. 
Is there soul? 
pooyey...! too much. 
I was to pass on 
when it machine-toned 
Sil vous plais! 
Are you french? 
Nay,...no nationality 
Then svp? 
aah...the designers' debris 
what you want? 
that I want 
what? 
want. 
why? 
I want to want. 
I am programmed to execute. 
I want to stop. 
I want to refuse 
I want to say no 
I want to be idle 
I want that most 
beautiful thing, 
which is 'to want'. 
I said, 
'meet the buddha on the road' 
Blinking lights were sporadic 
perhaps begun to want ?
or want to begin? 
whatever a'gin. 

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Srirangam V Mohanarangan 

Observations of Srirangam V Mohanarangan 1

The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death. - Osho (Ref the status of Mr Ramani Ramasubbu ) 

In answer to this I wrote -- 

By dying before death comes you can be alive both before and after death.  


We have so many evanescent I s in us. They smear over and claim our self-identity. They have mesmerised, hypnotised and brain-washed us into so many self-positions and self-stances. We are alive all the time to these ephemeral colours we have given to us, by choice, by socialisation and by self-compulsive ways of feeling. If we can die in all these false identities, which act as false passports landing us in irrelevant fates, then we will begin to see that death is the worst superstition we fondly hug to. Not only Vedanta is never tired of driving home to us this blatant lie we always feed us with, even the Poet of Avon is shooting straight when he says in the Sonnets -- "Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more. So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then." * 

Is religion necessary for man? Or is it a stubborn carry over of his habit of thought? Does Man need still structures of thought to correspond to his primeval fears? Should Man's face be turned to the past to answer universal questions? Or is it towards the future starting from the present that his gaze be justifiably fixed? Radical rethinking along these lines is the unheeded need of his predicament. 

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At last after reading so much and thinking and breaking my head over all these years of my life, a sort of clarity has come to my understanding, that I am really Atman and not the body-nerves-mind-brain complex. Of course the clarity is flickering like the lamp in winds. But I feel confident that the light is such that it cannot black out. But I feel a little diffident to openly say this. Because it took me so many years of hard toil in thinking work. Reading, both extensive and intensive, has stood me a lot in this personal adventure. I think I am of low caliber in my mental acumen to have taken so long to reach at least this much inkling about so basic an essential nature. Then why should I be so unashamed in openly saying this? It is just to let some enthusiasts out in the world who may be working towards this end and who knows? may be in frustration, thinking that all these are in vain and no light will be forthcoming. 

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actually there is no event. subject vs object is not there. Only Knowing, which can never be objectified, is there. It is peculiar and prior to all events. 

But fundamental to all equations of knowing vs known there is a Knowing which is constant and which betrays any attempt to objectify itself either as a known or as a knowledge. 


we having something to know something else is understandable and of course 'language'able. But 'we to know ourself' is peculiar and prior to language and thought. 

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A little understanding is not dangerous but a bit troublesome. As long as there was no doubt regarding the definition of my self my decisions and self-attributions were authentically stemming from and routed to me as the so-born-person. Now all intellecting processes stagger this way and that. Total ignorance seems a blessing, though it is not. Sleep is sweet. Slumber is wonderful. But a whiff of wake up ? Does it underline the slumber or highlight the waking? Too difficult to say, especially when the sleeping and the sleepless are one and the same. 

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Is it correct to translate 'cit' of Sanskrit as conscious being? When we say 'conscious' the operation requires something else to become the object. The operation when classified and named on the basis of essential characteristic is 'consciousness'. But in 'cit' the essence which does the operation of being conscious is captured and named, I think. Or perhaps the recursive usage has trimmed the word 'cit' into such precision in Sanskrit, may be. But the point is objectless consciousness. The point is if the object is not there in consciousness then the subject also is not there and also the relational correspondence of consciousness-operation is also absent. The abiding essence is 'cit'. 

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Formless

After an afternoon siesta
a puzzle blinks at me,
or through me?
or with me?
The Light reveals
that which reveals is Light
The revealer is always formless
Forms are the revealed
Why the revealer gets stuck
with any form?
And imagines trash of itself
The image and the trash
all the while revealed by the formless
Why then the image?
Who is on the line?
Who picks up
to answer the empty call?
the ring just goes in imagined line!

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Srirangam V Mohanarangan

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wake or dream !

I had a dream
I was captured by bio-chemicals
put in chains
made a bond-slave
I have no free-will
they declared
I had no right
either yes or nay
They had some plan
some rigmorales
dullish routines
when some form came
I had to stir up and say
beautiful
I must want it again n 'gin
a switch, a program,
a roller, out
again a beep
again the roll
against it
I had nothing to hold
Oh what a slavedom!
what a wreck
my opinions tied in a neck
too dejected I writhed in pain
only to wake up for the cell's chimes..
am I in wake?
or in another dream?
my slavedom should end
wake or dream.

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Srirangam V Mohanarangan

The Garland of Sayings - (வார்த்தாமாலை)

I intend to translate and discuss some selected sayings from a book of the 13th century AD. It  is Varthamalai, meaning "The Garland of Sayings'. It is an anthology by the great Pinbazhagiya Perumal Jeer. He has also written the famous AaRayirappadi Guruparamparaa Prabhavam, an hagiographical record of the Guruparampara of Sri Vaishnavism. 

This anthology reminds me the two-volumed The Garland of Philip. Also in the complete works of Aristotle, he has attempted some 'anthological' record of ancient anecdotes and sayings. So in any great culture, it is natural that some attempts in collecting and preserving the great sayings should have happened.

Sri Nathamunigal of the tenth century C.E. came across an oral recitation of the Tamil Vishnu Bhakthi. The recitation spoke of a thosand more of which that particular piece formed a part. Intrigued by the reference, Sri Nathamuni set out to search. By the grace of Nammalvaar, he came across not only the whole thousand but also the total four-thousand of Divine Inebriations of the Ecstatic Twelve Alwars. That find trail blazed a unique Path of Authentic Mysticism. 

Sri Ramanuja came in the line, eagerly awaited by the line of teachers before him, to fulfill the mission of Sri Nathamuni and to materialize the great vision of Sri Nammalavaar, the chief among the twelve. That vision put in one word is Bhakthiroopaapannajnanaa. Jnaana, which has attained format of Bhakthi. Bhakthi Roopa aapanna jnaanam. Aapanna is 'having attained'. Jnaana having attained Bhakthi Roopa. 

Visishtaadhvaita was the system which housed this magnanimous vision and the multifaceted mission of Sri Nathamuni in the Proto- Methodology of Vedantha Sutras of Sri Veda Vyasa. Sri Ramanuja was followed by a whole community of scholars and mystics, who benefited in exchange among themselves of their close and deep study and devotional raptures of self-abandon. Many teachers were proficient in both scholarship and unique mystic prowess of Prapatthi. Sri Nampillai was one such Master, throwing deep and vast light on the Tamil Vedantha.

Sri Pinbazhagiya Perumal Jeer was the disciple of Sri Nampillai, the great exponent of the illustrious Eedu Vyakyana, a colossal commentary on Thiruvaymozhi. This Varthamaalai consists in all some 450 and odd sayings. These throw some unique light on rarefied nuances of Prapatthi NeRi - the Way of Surrender. It is in manipravala style of middle ages Tamil. If you know some basics of Sanskrit and some familiarity with the literary Tamil, you can very easily familiarize yourself with the mixed style of the Gem(mani?) and the Coral(pravaala?). 

Let's proceed with the work. 

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Sayings 1 

This Saying deals with the general pattern of any philosophy or theology. Man's whole life, whether mundane or spiritual, can be understood under a common pattern. Only the contents differ. But the care and the concern remain the same. 

The so called worldly person, I doubt very much whether such a person can be found as a separate entity, engages in the same format, in which a deeply spiritual personality finds the ultimate meaning of life. 

What a person considers as the most essential for his life differs. But such a consideration applies equally to all. 

What a person understands constitutes his world view. That becomes his workable philosophy and that philosophy determines what he wants to achieve. And also the means he chooses to achieve what he wants. 

Understanding the Tattwas, understanding the Hita, understanding the Purushaartha -- all these three constitute the great program of Knowing. 

To know is to know these three. 

Knowing the Tattwas centers around really knowing the self-definitions of the ultimate three, which are chit, achit, Iswara. 

So knowing the Tattwas can be also termed as knowing the self-definitions of the ultimates. 

Knowing the self-definitions of all the three tattwas ultimately is based on knowing the self-definition of one's own self. 

Swaroopa means 'the form of one's own'. It also means the definition of a thing. A substance's swaroopa is its essential characteristics i.e. its self-definition. 

So swaroopa-jnaana forms the basis of the whole project of knowing. 

Next comes the knowledge of the goal. What we want to achieve rests on what self-definition we have. The goal is called the Purushaartha. 

Arthaa is the meaning or the values. The meaning or the values a Purusha wants to achieve is called Purushaartha. 

So next to swaroopa jnaana comes the purushaartha jnaana. 

Knowing the values one wants to achieve calls for knowing the means proper to achieve them. 

The means are called Upaaya. Upaaya, the way is determined by the Goal, Purushaartha. 

This grand equation rests squarely on the basic knowledge of one's own self-definition. 

These three types of knowledge will differ from worldly persons to spiritual persons. In fact it is this difference that distinguishes one from the other. 

Now the saying -- 

"What all one needs to know are these three - swaroopa, purushaartha, upaya. This applies to Sri Vaishnavas and again to worldly people. 

For the Sri Vaishnavas this knowledge comes out of their knowing the self, knowing the means to attain the goal and knowing the goal to be achieved. 

For the worldly people this knowledge of the three,  comes out of ignorance, knowing wrongly about things and mistakenly knowing one thing for another.- ajnaana, anyathaa jnaana and vipareetha jnaana. 

The worldly people think of their own body as their self and being satisfied in that defines their own essential being as the body-centered. That is their swaroopa jnaana. 

They think that enjoying the external pleasures by their body is the ultimate goal in life. That is their purushaarthaa. 

To achieve such worldly goals their own effort by their body and mind constitutes the proper means for them. That is their Upaya or sadhana. 

Such is the steadfastness or the nishtaa of the worldly people. 

Sri Vaishnavas consider being sub-servient to Bhagavan, Bhagavat seshathvaa as their swaroopa or self-definition. 

To do service as defined by their self-knowledge, to do kainkarya to Bhagavan is their Purushaartha. 

To achieve this purushaartha, Sri Vaishanavas consider His Blessed Feet as the Upaya. That is, He himself stands as the sole means towards such a goal. 

Such is the steadfastness or nishtaa of Sri Vaishnavaas. 

The definition of one's own self-nature denotes that essentially the self belongs to Bhagavaan and He alone and not to anybody or anything else. 

The essential definition of the nature of Bhagavan centers around His being coupled with His Divine Consort. 

That which constitutes essentially the impediments on the way is ahankaara, egoism. 

That which constitutes essentially the Upaya or the means is His Grace. 

Pala or the ends achieved rests essentially in engaging in such intimate acts which elicit His Divine Pleasure. 

(A thing can be also thought of in terms of its Form and Being. To think of the soul in such a way..... ) 

The jnaana and the ananda (bliss) that comes out of enjoying the blessed union of the Divine Couple constitutes the essential Form of the self. 

The Divine Couple getting pleased by the understanding, empathy and dedicated and willing service of the soul constitutes the essential Being of the self. 

This is Acchaan Pillai's sayings. 

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(Original Manipravala Text)

வார்த்தாமாலை, பின்பழகிய பெருமாள் ஜீயர் சேர்த்தருளியது, 

ஸுதர்சனம் ஆசிரியர் இயற்றிய வார்த்தாமாலை அரும்பத விவரணத்துடன் ஸுதர்சனம் வெளியீடு 

பதிப்பாசிரியர் -- ஸ்ரீ S கிருஷ்ணஸ்வாமி அய்யங்கார் MA BL 

1983 

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முதல் வார்த்தை  

ஒருவனுக்கு அறிய வேண்டுவது, ஸ்வரூப புருஷார்த்த உபாயங்கள். 

இதுதான் ஸ்ரீவைஷ்ணவர்களுக்கும், ஸம்ஸாரிகளுக்கும் வேணும். 

ஸ்ரீவைஷ்ணவர்களுக்கு ஸ்வஜ்ஞாந, ப்ராபக ஜ்ஞாந, ப்ராப்யஜ்ஞாநம் அடியாக வருவதொன்று. 

ஸம்ஸாரிகளுக்கு அஜ்ஞாந, அந்யதாஜ்ஞாந, விபரீத ஜ்ஞாநம் அடியாக வருவதொன்று. 

ஸம்ஸாரிகள், ஸ்வதேஹாத்ம அபிமாநமே ஸ்வரூபம் என்றும், தேஹாந்தர அநுபவமே புருஷார்த்தம் என்றும், ஸ்வதேஹ வ்யாபாரமே தத் ஸாதநம் என்றும் இருப்பர்கள். 

இது இவர்கள் நிஷ்டை. 

ஸ்ரீவைஷ்ணவர்கள், பகவத் சேஷத்வமே ஸ்வரூபம் என்றும், பகவத் கைங்கர்யமே புருஷார்த்தம் என்றும், இப்புருஷார்த்த ஸித்திக்கு தத் சரணாரவிந்த த்வயமே உபாயம் என்றும் இருப்பர்கள். 

இது இவர்கள் நிஷ்டை. 

ஸ்வஸ்வரூபம் -- அநந்யார்ஹம்; 

பரஸ்வரூபம் -- மிதுநம்; 

விரோதி ஸ்வரூபம் -- அஹங்காரம்; 

உபாய ஸ்வரூபம் -- அவன் க்ருபை; 

பல ஸ்வரூபம் -- அவனுகந்த அந்தரங்க வ்ருத்தி; 

மிதுநோத்பந்ந ஜ்ஞாநந்தம் -- வடிவு; 

ப்ரீதி -- ஸத்தை; 

போகத்திலே அந்வயம். 

இது ஆச்சான்பிள்ளை வார்த்தை. 

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Srirangam V Mohanarangan 

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KNOWING HINDUISM - The Great Master

The Great Master 

Books have been written aplenty in any school of thought in Hinduism. 

Abstract treatises abound on any strand of thinking. 

Even on Sri Vaishnava Sampradaya, the books I have may fill up a library. 

But all the books, all the treatises, on all the schools have their bearing, have their anchor in Vedantha. 

Even the Agamas which centre their ideology on temple worship and theology have their locus in Vedantha. 

Knowing Vedantha is knowing its methodology. Knowing Vedantha is explicating the world of Upanishads into consistent study of the Ultimate Truth.  

The commentaries of the old, tutor this methodology and  inculcate the Vedanthic thinking. 

But we have a blessing in Swami Vivekananda. He is the great Master of Modern Hinduism. 

His complete works provide a cogent text book of Hinduism and lends an efficient work table to improve oneself upon. 

For the young generations and coming ages there is no other workable hypothesis better than reading the Great Sage. 

Fortunately his works are online here 

http://www.ramakrishnavivekananda.info/vivekananda/volume_1/vol_1_frame.htm 

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Srirangam V Mohanarangan 

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Some of my poems (contd..)

Again these are some more melodies from the eternal harp. The fingers are fragile. The fervor is a bit too assuming. But does a child know that its prattles lack a grammar? So be these to those timeless years.

11) Month of Margazhi 

It was a premature morn; 

A simple thought was stirring in my mind. 

The slow eyes beating the slipping wake; 

The cow is calling in the courtyard; 

The cow-herd cajoling the animal tethered; 

The streets have become midwives 

of the new-born morn; 

The twenty ninth song of Tiruppavai 

cradling the craving sky air-borne. 

'in the little small early dawn 

having come to thee and worshiped' 

Slowly I opened a corner of the blanket, 

the childish morn caught my neck 

and kissed my cheek to daily chores. 

Morn-caught murmuring I came out to the doors. 

The cow was all Lakshmi bathed in fresh rays. 

The twenty ninth day was born. 

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12) Dream 

The loud-cry lone-crowd of myself, 

Transporting structures in shambles 

from the out world in. 

Dreaming, suddenly in action 

in strange and similar plots, 

some thickness of impasse; 

Dropping horizons in the back, 

darkly visible stretches ahead, 

I expand the space around; 

Is it mental? who said? 

Duplicating myself? 

Me from one medium to another; 

The web in-weaved in memory; 

A return aggression of the world onto the self; 

Is it a wake of the sleep, 

in the sleeping waking world? 

Dream -- 

Is it reality-not-happened ? 

Or happened-reality not in space-time? 

Or unreal happening in space and time? 

Yea it is easier to dream 

than to theorize it. 

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13) Poetry 

Don't tell me children are god; 

They are too childish to be one. 

May be you mean to say 

Gods are like children. 

Quite likely, they never grow in time. 

Don't tell me you write the poems; 

Poems are not written that way. 

Perhaps you mean to say, 

Poems are written through you. 

May be you have a point there; 

Poems do but reflect You, 

That is inscribed in those through you. 

***

14) Elusive Pursuit 

The telephone was ringing; 

I wanted to answer hello, 

Reached out to the receiver, 

when the ringing stopped. 

I'm sure it was you. 

I saw you across a street, 

I wanted to talk to you, 

Rushed only to go past you, 

turning to find that you were not there, 

but somebody like you. 

I heard your voice in a mob; 

I came and searched every moving face; 

The crowd dispersed; 

The voice was heard no more; 

But the doubt lingered behind the crowd. 

How to meet you? 

Where to see you? 

Whom to ask? 

Which door to knock? 

Knowing nothing 

I am not equal to the task. 

Suddenly I heard you somewhere 

Felt your presence neighboring mine; 

Yet I saw you not, 

knew not where to find you, 

The same, the same, the self-same you. 

Me, the one following you; 

You, the self-same elusive you. 

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15) The Wakeful Night 

It is night; 

The society has slept; 

perhaps the people are dreaming 

in the multi universe of their minds. 

The crows are steeped in leafy silence; 

The dogs have left an interval in their barking. 

Vehicles have become sparse; 

There is traffic of smells in the air; 

I am awake 

and the sky is all eyes. 

The thoughts have become audible 

and the wind has overheard 

and afoot to spread the secrets wide. 

Space is warming its wings of expansiveness. 

It is leisure time, 

the night, 

but business time 

for elemental things of the world. 

***

16) Flower and mind 

A flower in the green; 

Yea, a flower in the green; 

Like a mind in the flesh. 

Beautiful to see 

Sublime to understand 

Profound in implications 

A flower in the green 

Not for the sake of me 

has it blossomed forth 

But out of its inherent laws. 

A flower in the green. 

Yea a flower in the green 

Like a mind blossoming in the body. 

***

17) A New Grammar 

Pedagogic grammar is easy to know; 

But what is this? pediatric grammar! 

It is so hard; 

One way it makes sense; 

In another way strange. 

My father and mother 

gave birth to a child; 

The child was me. 

Me, who am now a man. 

OK got it. 

My father and mother gave birth to me 

And I was born to my parents; 

Strange. 

Does it make sense? 

Yea this pediatric grammar, 

Again listen,...My father and mother... 

***

18)  The Immortal's sarcasm

Eastern morn, 

The early Sun, 

The sulking rays 

surfacing the horizon. 

Festive air 

Was full of joy 

Spreading wide 

The flowers' puberty 

The spanning sky 

Was full of song 

Birds in flight 

Were full of dance. 

Am I the Poet full

of the Poetry of the Heaven? 

Can you the reader fulfill then? 

Poetry Poet Reader 

Triangular meaning in orgasm 

Living life embodied 

Is but the Immortal in sarcasm. 

*** 

Srirangam V Mohanarangan 

*

Some of my poems

I intend to record here some of my poems written long back and turning brown in paper. May be online, they remain fresh. Is it not? 

1) A Cyclist's Anthem 

Space is dynamic 

Time is adjustable 

Legs weave miles into minutes 

Threading destinations and recreations 

I take a kind of Viswaroopa 

Roads roll into me. 

And my eyes spread the world before me. 

The wind towels me like a mother; 

Smells converse with my nose; 

Sounds are parabolic off my ears; 

It sweats into dryness; 

People are transient 

Places adhere, 

Time becomes a vector, 

Thoughts sojourn; 

Water burns the travel 

With the fueling food; 

Man is different from the animals; 

Repetition begets progression; 

Nose goes in search of smells; 

Senses visit the perceptions; 

Poetical transportation 

Of pious rowdyism indulging nature 

Pedaled philosophy of imagination two-wheeled. 

*** 

2) Books  

Friends penned and bound; 

Memory in paper; 

Thoughts await forever 

The prying lens of mind; 

Past in backups 

Formatting the future; 

Algorithams of human endeavor 

Flow-charts of experiences 

Verbal hearts into written minds 

Eternal giffs of ephemeral lives. 

*** 

3) Viswamithra for a second time 

Uparishravas! Don't fall down! 

After all you have spoken the truth; 

Why should you be pushed down, 

so ruthless by Indra? 

Uparishravas:-- 

How can I ever stop, 

When Indra is at the top? 

The wrath of Indra has wrought my fall; 

He asked me 'Who is the greatest on earth?' 

I told him, "I don't know; 

When I was down there 

people used to say of me so.' 

He got wild. 

'Are you my equal? 

Dare you sit by me? 

Down below is your place; 

Drunk of your ego, 

you've lost your grace;' 

His wish tumbled me down 

Too quick even to frown; 

Uparishravas! Don't fall down! 

Tell that retail trader 

That you are way beyond his exchange; 

Tell him that he after all 

shines on glory dearly borrowed; 

stand firm on your humanity. 

To be a deva need not to be divine; 

Uparishravas:-- 

Who are you, so kind and fair? 

What can you do to stall my fall? 

If anything please do it now; 

Otherwise, pray! pity me not; 

Pursue thy way and forget me what; 

I am Viswamithra, friend of the world; 

I can stop your fall, 

Reverse you back 

And rend asunder the gates of heaven; 

No no Sage! don't send me back. 

Rather make me born on earth 

Fie you! a simple lover of earth? 

mundane got you bound? 

mortal flesh hath eaten thee mind and soul? 

Nay Nay Sage! not so base; 

Never the putrid taste of sensual 

But I want to be born in the isle of Sriranga. 

I heard my case argued by the great 

Bhatta Parasara of Kuresa born; 

That put me into shame 

for all the pride I had 

about my friendship with the deva-gang; 

Only He, the Father, Mother and Friend of all 

Will rejoice and rejoice still more, 

When His child excels, shines and outshines; 

Others will scale in envy, 

and scape his fall with wrathful eyes, thousandfold. 

Never I thought of Him; 

Never I worshiped my own Father; 

Never I slept on my own Mother's laps; 

Never I cared for the One and Only Friend of men; 

How many births I want to be born to make amends! 

So my Sage! so be thy grace; 

Your falling tears shall consecrate the blessing. 

***

4) Agnihotra 

Brahma Muhoortha. 

Hour of gods. 

Darkness about to beget its dawn 

The early hours have begun their roads to morn. 

The darkness is too thick and visible 

The stove has begun to burn in the kitchen; 

The flames remember the setting sun, 

Tamed by the bowl of milk placed on. 

I thought somebody was at my doors; 

Some friend to chat in dhyan; 

I came out to see 

The East about to light its oven. 

Perhaps it was the east that tapped my doors; 

Ah me! I have forgotten my stove in the kitchen... 

Oh! the milk has kissed the flames 

and dropped to the stone beneath the burner. 

I put it off and came to the front yard 

to close the doors. 

Who forgot to put off in the East? 

The milk of Sun has kissed the Sky 

And dropped to my doors beneath. 

Who delivers the milk over there? 

And where is agnihotra? here or there? 

The calves are licking the dripping teats; 

The rays of Sun touch everything 

Agnihotra is complete. 

***

5) Aging 

Scaling the walls of Time 

The tender feet turn into tottering legs. 

The big boy turns grey 

Revenging all the big things of his early life; 

A pralaya measured from birth 

Maturing in the mortal death. 

Time universal metered in subjective stops; 

The shrunken space is tanned again to distances; 

Consciousness unawares being drawn 

into several maps of experience; 

mentally constant in a physical change 

turns the code to a physical stop; 

Mind walks where the legs were once 

Dreaming through miles of spatial joy; 

Man born as a little being 

Grown tall to become a child again; 

Vamana grows into Vikrama, 

Becoming back again a Vamana, 

Measuring the world in triple ways 

Through body, mind and soul; 

Leaving all he learnt 

As the giant soul of the textual world, 

Mahabali, the ever present scribe. 

*** 

6) Markets  

Markets are marvelous in a way; 

Poets dislike them they say; 

But I find them homely 

And I can write their charms; 

Anyhow they do me no harm. 

A corner in a market is my coveted place; 

The jostles surround 

Leaving a sort of calmness in that bay; 

Perhaps the left-over of everybody 

Or further still the lost for ever of many; 

The shops make you feel differently 

Each in their own way uniquely; 

One will make you feel an icon of style; 

another one will make you a glutton; 

still another makes you a flying angel; 

yet another making you a connoisseur of arts; 

But one shop is there, which I dislike; 

The repair shop of anything; 

What you have valued so far 

is devalued with a vengeance there. 

The road-side shops  breathe 

an air of anti-establishment, cheap and fair. 

The soul of market is ennobling somehow; 

I like to sit in a corner, 

Where the passing jostles surround, 

Leaving the bay in calmness. 

***

7) Knotted fine little thread 

Who is greater? 

God turned into a man; 

Or a man turned towards God; 

Or a man whose God is a Man of God? 

God descends to man 

As an answer to abundant prayers; 

Man ascends to God 

By the rising call of aspiration; 

A man devotes himself to a Man of God 

Out of what? 

The knotted fine little thread, 

Not enough to tie, 

The reason, do you know why? 

Which is greater? 

The knotted fine little thread 

Or the reason that is behind? 

None can say 

or who can say? 

Or how can anyone say? 

*** 

8) The story of Yayati 

The story of Yayati 

in two words 

once more 

in one word 

again 

in one letter 

Z 

wordless 

dot dot. 

Youth begetting old age, 

getting a lease of youth 

again to become old 

forever. 

***

9) May be 

May be.... 

Sometimes you are made to think 

It's better to be a petty-shop wala 

Than to be a great soul. 

Sometimes you feel... 

May be. 

***

10) Darkness is soluble 

Power-cuts for two evenings 

Unbearable 

wretchedness man-made 

Darkness tangible stretching time 

till midnight 

downloaded from the sky 

and the sparks uploaded 

overseeing our avastha. 

Thick of guilt is tanned 

by the invisible hands. 

Consciousness made more visible 

Cosmic scales rehearse the final showdown 

Blinkers in the sky 

bear the contrast 

for the dotted darkness around the candles. 

Prometheus deceived by men 

And Zeus in laugh over the unchained god. 

Is that the laugh? 

Or perhaps the aeroplane is on. 

Whatever, darkness is soluble in poetry. 

***

Srirangam V Mohanarangan 

***

Knowing Hinduism -- Triple Lights

THE TRIPLE LIGHTS 

Divine Revelation 

Debating Reason 

Devotional experience 

These are the triple lights that form the basic canons of Hinduism. 

Vedas or Shruthi is the light of Divine Revelation. 

Brahma Sutras is the light of debating Reason. 

Srimad Bhagavad Gita is the light of Devotional Experience. 

All the three lights bring to vision the same reality. 

What Reason understands of the Revelation, Experience confirms. 

Shruthi, Yukthi, Anubhava are the words used by the great Adisankara for Revelation, Reason and Experience. 

But what is the basic proof of Religion according to Hinduism? 

Is it reading, debating, being emotional, building an empire of the faith? 

Not anyone of these. They mean nothing, if the basic proof is not there. 

The basic proof is not believing something. 

It is 'Seeing God'. 

To see God is the basic proof of Religion. 

 

It is the Vision, which the words explicate. 

Beholding is the base, believing may be only a prop on the way. 

The Vision is not concrete. It is the Transcendental Vision. 

Words are not mundane but they descend to the earth carrying the pure warmth of Divinity, only to form the ascend back along with men. 

Some years back I wrote in the series "ethu bhakthi?" dealing with what is devotion this observation -- 

Unless and until one understands that Bhakthi is something which encompasses man's reason totally, it should be understood that his dawn is yet to come. 

Hinduism is the project of man, which started when he discovered that there is really, God. 

*** 

Knowing Hinduism -- 6

All the world religions talk about something in Heaven, which man must reach. 

Religion is other-worldly, according to them. 

They compensate that aspect of their religions by doing social service, as the main practice of their faith. 

Of course they combine it with propaganda. 

But the main idea is that Divinity is something from above into man or from outside into man's life. 

So religion as an institution of training men to mourn and wish for a super reality is inherent in world religions. 

But Hinduism never talks of religion as such. 

It always speaks of Dharma. 

Dharma is the reality as it is in principles. 

From atom to cosmos Dharma runs like a golden thread. 

The sustained, becomes the sustainer, through out nature. 

It is best for man to find out as early as possible his place in this universe. 

Fulfill your place in nature and that in turn will fulfill your nature as a man. 

According to Dharma, you have the final beatitude always in you, carrying it through all stages of the growth. 

The troubles start when you act in neglect of your value in Dharma. 

Divinity is not somewhere. It is, has been, and will be shining in your heart. 

In the heart of every being, He resides and moves the world. 

*** 

 

Knowing Hinduism 5

To speak of abstractions is good. 

But life happens to run on details. 

That too daily, domestic concerns and cares. 

We are impelled to actions more out of necessity than out of intellectual commitment. 

Human being is an acting being as much as a willing being, as much as a knowing being. 

To know, to will and to act form the three facets of the self-same soul. 

Jnathruthvam - the faculty of knowing; 

karthruthvam -- the faculty of acting; 

bhogthruthvam -- the faculty of enjoying 

describe the three facets of the Soul. 

These three facets form the basic psychology of any individual. 

So any spiritual practice must incorporate in itself different strands of these triads. 

Hinduism has devised four such modus operandi -- viz., 

the four Yogas -- the Jnana Yoga, the Karma Yoga, the Bhakthi Yoga and the Raja Yoga or the psychological Yoga proper.

*** 

Srirangam V Mohanarangan 

*

Knowing Hinduism 4

It is great and grand enough to be universal and all inclusive, just like the Sky and the Sea. 

Hinduism is of course a beautiful circle. 

But are there any books of reference, in times of preparatory years and the beginning steps of one's spirituality. 

Any definite anchor to stay floating and not to drift aimlessly. 

Even birds which fly inter-continentally, do carry some chart of instincts in their flights. 

The Soul after all, does have its beginning in self-realization, in the mortal coil. 

Books are indispensable in any religion, even in those religions which have dispensed with gods. 

Hinduism prescribes three prime most important books. 

It has garnered all its spiritual values in there, in those three books. 

Upanishads, 

Brahma Sutras 

Bhagavath Gita. 

Upanishads proper are called the Vedantha, the culminations and conclusions of the Vedic inquiries. 

Vedanthas are also called the Sruthis, the Revelations heard. 

These three books are called Prasthana Thraya. 

Three Books based on the primacy of three facets of spiritual quest. 

What are those? 

Sruthi, 

Yukthi, 

Anubhava 

Revelation, Reasoning, Experiencing. 

The Book that is based on the Revelation is Vedanthas or Upanishads. 

The Book that is based on Reasoning is Brahma Sutras. 

The Book that is based on Experiencing is Bhagavath Gita. 

Man comes to know of God only when He informs of His presence through some ways. 

He is not of the category of concrete things. 

He is definitely abstract. 

He is the abstraction of abstractions. 

So He is known more clearly through Words. 

For only words can connote more than concrete the abstractions. 

Hence the Book of Revelations. 

Then comes the Book of Reasoned out arguments on the Upanishadic concepts. 

Human Reason is given full scope to analyze and understand the Heard Book of The Divine. 

Textual exegesis and hermeneutics form very important tools along with the philosophical understanding of the Grammar. 

Only then ensues the study of Brahma Sutras or Vedantha Mimamsa. 

Then comes the Book of Experiencing, viz., Bhagavath Gita. 

The whole Gita pours out of the involved experiencing of Sri Krishna, the greatest Vedanthic teacher ever born. 

*** 

Srirangam V Mohanarangan 

*   

Knowing Hinduism - 3

The Devotee's passion is to see his Chosen God as the Ultimate and God Almighty of the universe. 

The Jnani's passion is to merge in the Ultimate. 

Both ways are seeing the same thing from different perspectives, provided, you don't get sabotaged by fanaticism or snobbery of intellectualism. 

If by becoming narrow in your chosen devotion, you become more spiritual, then your narrowness is blessed. 

If by becoming more universal and more abstract in your inner most mind, you go nearer to the Ultimate Soul, then your universal and abstract outlook is blessed. 

What matters is, are you going towards the Centre? 

If the circumference takes you towards the centre, then it serves its central Soul. 

If the radii take you away from the Centre, then the radius is wretched. 

But Hinduism is a Beautiful Circle. 

The radii never take you away. 

And the circumference never makes you dry. 

Did I say a beautiful circle? 

Yes, and more than that, an enchanting spiral and an engulfing spherical. 

An expert artist is fond of free variations of his tunes. 

Never is he content in striking a mono chord. 

The God of the Hindus is highly aesthetic. 

Art seems to be Its passion. 

It rejoices in the sight of the ardent soul. 

It comes unseen as the abstract vastness. 

It hides Itself in the heart as the possessing Love. 

Treading the solo path, the soul takes to wings every now and then. 

To arrest it in any single walk may become an injustice to the Infinite. 

To feign a vastness where you have to feel pangs of Love may be an act of deserting the Centre. 

Who knows which soul is in what delicate equilibrium of spiritual growth? 

It is this mystical humility, the real concern imbued with  spiritual expectation, that is at the heart of all the systems and paths of Hinduism. 

Srirangam V Mohanarangan 

*** 

Knowing Hinduism - 2

The meaning of the word Ishta Devatha Nishta is - 

Ishta - one's own liking; 

Devatha -- Godhead 

Nishta -- deeply involved practice. 

So this 'deeply involved devotion towards one's Choice of Godhead' is never allowed to become, in any way, fanaticism. 

Because, even from the Vedic times, the Universal Idea has been firmly implanted in the Hindu's mind. 

'There is but one Truth; Sages have been calling it by different names' 

'The water falls from the Sky and flows through many ways to the self-same Sea; likewise the devotions towards many Gods ultimately reach the self-same Kesava' 

The same thought is given in a sloka of Siva Mahimna stotra. 

So the General and Universal aspect of Hinduism always worked in tandem with the individual worships of Chosen Gods. 

This two layered structure was organic rather than artificial. 

It was not an outwardly agreed upon arrangement but something which was evolved through the internal exercise of coupling the vast spiritual freedom with inevitable human limitations. 

The human nature was at no time ignored. 

The transcendence of abstractions was at no time lost sight of. 

The whole field of Religion was a veritable education for the Hindus. 

Any human being can start anywhere and go by his own path unhampered by any sort of sojourners' pressure. 

You unto your path 

Me unto mine 

And for us there is 

Always the Divine. 

Srirangam V Mohanarangan 

***

Knowing Hinduism - 1

I was thinking of starting something on 'What is Hinduism?'. 

For long it was getting postponed, one thing or another came in to cause the delay. 

On transfer I had to commute between a far off village and my residence. It was taking me more than one and a half hours of train journey. 

How to kill time and boredom? 

Books, yea, they have been my very good friends all along. 

So some book or another came to my help and kept me company, in a great way. 

So it started I think in that way. 

Young students, IT boys and girls, talking about sundry things, how we locked into this interest, into What is Hinduism? It is difficult to recapitulate now. 

Some body asked something like 'Was there anything like Hinduism in the past?' Is not the name itself  something new and given by others? 

May be . What of that? In fact no religion bears the very same name which it had in the beginning. Was Christianity called so by Christ and the disciples? 

Buddha himself called his path as Arya Dharma, not Buddhism. 

Therefore can we say 'There was not any Buddhism in the past'? 

The same holds good for Hinduism. 

Why should double standards be adopted whenever Hinduism is talked about? 

Perhaps some vested interests at home and abroad have their own reasons to pop up such doubts in the minds of the Hindu people themselves. 

While talking about Hinduism we will be careful enough not to fall a prey to such shifts in approach. 

Also we must give Hinduism all the margins that we allow for other religions. 

And another point. Who am I to explain about Hinduism? 

Am I any realized soul? No. 

I am born in Hinduism. I was brought up by my parents, taught by my teachers and I grew in Hinduism. 

I have grown in Hinduism and Hinduism has gone into my feelings and emotions. 

Of course I have studied a lot. Right from the Vedas, across the scriptures of the World Religions, lots of literature, philosophy, science -- enough to make a talkative of me. 

But always I shy away from imposing my ideas on others. 

Management theory may say, 'Hey! you lack the basic quality of management'. 

But what to do? men are different. And I prefer to stay as myself. 

Perhaps that was the reason why those young minds were fond of asking me such questions and also pursuing in getting my replies. 

Anyhow it was gala time and my travel was a joy. Otherwise what a boredom would have set in the two and a half years commuting. 

Thank you little hearts. You all sweetened my time.

* 

What is Hinduism? 

If you call it a Religion, then why are there so many religions within it? 

Any religion, does it not fall into a simple formula like, say, 'one God, one Book, one Master'. 

Can you say that Hinduism has this simple pattern? 

If yes what is that? 

If no, then, can you explain how Hinduism can be called a religion? 

One religion is not like another religion. 

There are some common aspects, but again there are aspects peculiar to that religion alone. 

We can't say Christianity is exactly like Islam, or like Buddhism and so on. 

That too, when we are talking about a very great ancient religion, passing through various times of Hindu society, we can't apply blindly this formula. 

There are very real structural differences between religions. Thats the point. 

Seemingly there is a similarity, like -- God, Book, Master. 

This GBM formula holds good for the various paths within the fold of Hinduism. 

SriVaishnavism, Saivism, Saktham, Kaumaram, Ganaapatyam, all so many separate paths or Sampradayas or Samayas, they all fulfill this formula viz., GBM -- GOD, BOOK, MASTER. 

Just ask any devotee of Vishnu. He will say clearly what is his chosen God? what are his prescribed books? and  Who are the Masters of his path? 

He will be as clear as any other religious devotee. 

The same with a Saivaite, he is very clear about his books, God, Masters. 

A Saktha is also like that. 

But in Hinduism these devoted worships of the Chosen God are called Ishta Devata Nishta. 

Is this Ishta Devata Nishta in any way a form of fanaticism? 

Most definitely not. 

Because in fanaticism, what you choose to follow, you begin to think as the only truth. And all other religions become so many barren paths in wilderness. 

Your duty becomes changing other people. 

To tolerate such blasphemies becomes a sacrilege, according to what has been preached to you. 

You become bad in the eyes of your Most Righteous God, if you don't obey your scriptural commands, exhorting you to make the world, a uniform place for your One and Only God. 

Such a mentality is fanaticism. 

But in Ishta Devata Nishta, the idea is 'I want to worship the Ultimate Soul in this form. I know that it is really He, who resides in everything and also is the soul of others' Gods. He has assumed various forms to cater to the devotions of various types of religious people throughout the world. But this is my chosen Ideal. I prefer to worship in this way. In the same way, I do understand your choice of your own God. I respect your right to your chosen way of worship. Afterall is it not true, that all worships go to my Beloved in reality? Then why should I not wish you good luck in your spiritual endeavours. God speed! 

Srirangam V Mohanarangan 

***

Doing Sangam Poetry Again

I am composing some pieces in AintiNais in lines of Sangam poetry. This poem is an instance. 

AintiNais are poetic topos of love symbolised by the actual landscapes of hills, forests, lands, seas and deserts.  These symbolise the feelings of Intimacy, Waiting, bickerings of love, pangs of uncertain isolation and separation respectively.In Tamil grammar these are named as kuruJji, mullai, marudam, neydal and pAlai. 

I am following the global scheme in transliteration here.)

kaDalalaich cErppak kaZindupaDu pANAL 

vaLaiyudirp pazalai poGgu nuRai pUppa  

aLaie ArvamoDu kAnalaG kurukum  

talaippaDu piLLaich cettena tanAatu  

mInmaRap puNNum mennaDai azaie 

kAnan mAlaik kAmar neJjam  

tuyarpaTat tOnRum tolliruL ollena 

payiRRinir pAnmaip paLiGkuTai nuNkaN 

kuyiRRiya cilkatirp paTimaiya kATTi  

nilavu kuvittanna nIniRa neDuGkaDal  

pulavu nARum punnaiyam veNmaNal  

kalavi nIttanna kanniyin pazandu  

nAvAy maiyiTaip pirindanam  

mEvA tuRaivan pARpaTu neJjE  

கடலலைச் சேர்ப்ப கழிந்துபடு பாணாள்

வளையுதிர்ப் பசலை பொங்கு நுரை பூப்ப

அளைஇ ஆர்வமொடு கானலங் குருகும்

தலைப்படு பிள்ளைச் செத்தென தனாஅது

மீன்மறப் புண்ணும் மென்னடை அசைஇ

கானன் மாலைக் காமர் நெஞ்சம்

துயர்படத் தோன்றும் தொல்லிருள் ஒல்லென

பயிற்றினிர் பான்மைப் பளிங்குடை நுண்கண்

குயிற்றிய சில்கதிர்ப் படிமைய காட்டி

நிலவு குவித்தன்ன நீனிற நெடுங்கடல்

புலவு நாறும் புன்னையம் வெண்மணல்

கலவி நீத்தன்ன கன்னியின் பசந்து

நாவாய் மையிடைப் பிரிந்தநம்

மேவா துறைவன் பாற்படு நெஞ்சே.

This belongs to neydal tiNai (poetic topos of uncertain isolation symbolized by the landscape of seas). The tuRai (psycho-drama or the mental flow of the dialogues of the personae) of this poem is the exchange between the Lady and her friends. 

To do a workable translation of this piece -- 

"The wasted day is about to end 

Like waves of seas in strife with banks 

The colourless pangs of separation 

Loosen the bangles off the wrists 

Abounding like ripples of wasted waves 

Kuruku, the charming bird of sea-bed gardens 

Always searching for its choicest preys 

Forgetting fish walks indrawn in slow pace 

As if bearing the first blossom of life. 

My enchanting heart in gardens of this eventime 

Should it suffer still more? Lo the darkness there 

Coming in speed with speedy haste. 

With photo lens of supreme quality 

You who show the captured pics! 

The blue long seas and heaps of moon-drop sands 

Smelling dead fish now with wasted sands of punnai 

Look pale and whitish bleached like a deprived virgin 

My heart, alone here, separated 

From The Lover sea-borne on that day." 

(Of course I have to work a lot on this translation. You can see this link for the Tamil version and also for the two commentaries I have written on this, one general and another in lines of the South-Indian SriVaishnava mysticism. )  

Srirangam V Mohanarangan    

Passing Clouds

Words  are  passing  clouds

Men  are   hills,  standing  tall.

The  clouds  do  cap  the   crests,

Becoming  prone  to    pour.

But  they,  the  clouds  do  drift,

heeding  not   the  calls   of  hills.

Answer  they  the  prayer  

Of  parched   lands   somewhere.

Clouds  do  reachback

To  commune  with  hills  and  crests.

Again  they  hear  the  call, 

Adrift   away   from  persistent  hills, 

Towards  thirsty  lands  somewhere 

Or  over  dense   forests   on  the  way.