Preeth Padmanabhan Nambiar's Blog, page 5
October 12, 2015
Quotes from ‘Songs Celestial’
Divine lute on the arms, O Goddess, you sing songs immortal! Mesmerised I stand, looking at the...
October 8, 2015
Newspaper Articles on The Voyage to Eternity by Preeth Nambiar,...
Newspaper Articles on The Voyage to Eternity by Preeth Nambiar, published by The Poetry Society of India
October 6, 2015
THE MAGIC
Tell me O gardener, what is this magicOf branches gloomy and naked yesterday,Yet bearing magnificent...
September 30, 2015
Take me with you, O father
Take me with you, O father, towards the horizon where upon the serene skies the magical colours of evenings paint the meaning of life. When you pursue the path with eager feet, let me follow you holding your arms, close after your footsteps deep and steady. Let me flow with you, as I did in this mortal life; leave me not here, amidst the chaos that puzzles a life of eternal virtues. Life or death, O father, I shall be with you!
I remember the day I was born here, where existence follows the river of time. I recall the path destined to meet you- a tiny drop seeking it’s meaning, how long did I travel to meet the ocean to merge with it! In the deepest silence afar joys and sorrows, I gave my ears to the hymns of supreme, of majestic void. Life was what you taught me, liberation the end you set for me, O father, let me follow you arrant.
Liberate when we set to the skies, when the world mourns our definite death, look at me and smile, for you have the answers for my earnest longings. Leaving my home, abandoning my blood when I hold you tight seeking refuge, wipe those tears off my cheeks, lend me your arms to follow you towards the horizons of eternity. Into my ears tired of sounds, breath a song of deepest silence, the sweetest song of ethereal joy!
I have with me the words you scribbled, the divine hymns of prolific truth; under the shades of ancient trees tired we sit, let me sing it for you quiet. Let me bring you the fruits of passion that would feed your profound hunger and fetch you waters from the purest streams to quench the thirst of your inmost self. In the darkest hours of night, let me stay awake upon your feet, pressing gently with my softest fingers.
Take me further ahead, when it is darkness, my eyes would go blind in terror of the unknown. Show me those distant stars that would direct our path, and speak to me of falling stars that wither from the stem of archaic cosmos. Hold my hands, O father, chant the mantra that you taught me once, to remind me the immortal being of self. Let me follow you until the morning, when night wakes up to the golden rays.
The way would end, in the silence we will unite as emptiness that fills the pores of lives in the majestic earth. But what was it for – a birth, a life and a death that are quite certain?
Take me with you, O father © Preeth Nambiar
I remember the day I was born here, where existence follows the river of time. I recall the path destined to meet you- a tiny drop seeking it’s meaning, how long did I travel to meet the ocean to merge with it! In the deepest silence afar joys and sorrows, I gave my ears to the hymns of supreme, of majestic void. Life was what you taught me, liberation the end you set for me, O father, let me follow you arrant.
Liberate when we set to the skies, when the world mourns our definite death, look at me and smile, for you have the answers for my earnest longings. Leaving my home, abandoning my blood when I hold you tight seeking refuge, wipe those tears off my cheeks, lend me your arms to follow you towards the horizons of eternity. Into my ears tired of sounds, breath a song of deepest silence, the sweetest song of ethereal joy!
I have with me the words you scribbled, the divine hymns of prolific truth; under the shades of ancient trees tired we sit, let me sing it for you quiet. Let me bring you the fruits of passion that would feed your profound hunger and fetch you waters from the purest streams to quench the thirst of your inmost self. In the darkest hours of night, let me stay awake upon your feet, pressing gently with my softest fingers.
Take me further ahead, when it is darkness, my eyes would go blind in terror of the unknown. Show me those distant stars that would direct our path, and speak to me of falling stars that wither from the stem of archaic cosmos. Hold my hands, O father, chant the mantra that you taught me once, to remind me the immortal being of self. Let me follow you until the morning, when night wakes up to the golden rays.
The way would end, in the silence we will unite as emptiness that fills the pores of lives in the majestic earth. But what was it for – a birth, a life and a death that are quite certain?
Take me with you, O father © Preeth Nambiar
Withered Petals
I asked her for a flower that I could lay upon His feet. On a serene September morning, when I opened the door towards the enchanting gleams of mighty Sun, bemused I were to see a thousand flowers smiling looking at the skies reflecting the splendour of the wondrous universe.
Alas! I can’t pinch the tenderness of her longing blossomed, nor I can pluck those buds to adore the idol that fulfil my fancy of the form of you. In front of the lit lamps, tired of seeking blossoms afresh, O Lord, I shall give you my life instead, that would save a tiny heart from ache.
The celestial breeze brings the breath of you, the sands of terrain forms the body of you, the warmth in life expresses the verve in you, eternal streams carry the blood of you and I perceive space your eternal abode! O Lord, the universe is merely the reflection of the magnificent you!
Wither O petals, O life’s longing, onto the sands of mighty void. Dawns would bloom, dusks would pass, and seasons would continue their voyage eternal. To sprout upon the stem of destiny, to grow up to the skies of longing and to wither unto the bed of forgetfulness, O life, that is your scheme timeless!
It is night; upon the bed of softest soil sleeps the beauty of morning blossoms, unto the gloom of the celestial skies fades away their majestic colours; somewhere far away in the distant woods, sings a bird a sweetest song – of longing, of pain, of reminiscences of withered flowers.
O night, let me sleep unto you; let me sleep unto the memories of those withered petals!
Withered Petals © Preeth Nambiar
Alas! I can’t pinch the tenderness of her longing blossomed, nor I can pluck those buds to adore the idol that fulfil my fancy of the form of you. In front of the lit lamps, tired of seeking blossoms afresh, O Lord, I shall give you my life instead, that would save a tiny heart from ache.
The celestial breeze brings the breath of you, the sands of terrain forms the body of you, the warmth in life expresses the verve in you, eternal streams carry the blood of you and I perceive space your eternal abode! O Lord, the universe is merely the reflection of the magnificent you!
Wither O petals, O life’s longing, onto the sands of mighty void. Dawns would bloom, dusks would pass, and seasons would continue their voyage eternal. To sprout upon the stem of destiny, to grow up to the skies of longing and to wither unto the bed of forgetfulness, O life, that is your scheme timeless!
It is night; upon the bed of softest soil sleeps the beauty of morning blossoms, unto the gloom of the celestial skies fades away their majestic colours; somewhere far away in the distant woods, sings a bird a sweetest song – of longing, of pain, of reminiscences of withered flowers.
O night, let me sleep unto you; let me sleep unto the memories of those withered petals!
Withered Petals © Preeth Nambiar
Into The Woods
Now open your eyes wide into the majestic woods where the melodic tweets of celestial birds break serene silence. Let the chill of the air touch your skin, penetrate through your hairs and enter the deepest of your self. Stretch your arms to touch those green; let the dews touch your heart! Inhale deep the fragrance of wild flowers that carry strangest of colours.
Listen to the streams flowing giggled by their own joy. Look at their path, their longing to meet the tributaries to form rivers. Fetch yourself the purest of waters and follow their route through slimy rocks, embracing landscapes with your eyes and kissing the nectar of love. Bathe in the coolest of waters, look at those tender rays of sun reflecting upon the drops upon your skin!
Rest upon the rocks, when you are tired, with eyes fixed on the distant skies. Look at the birds sailing across in search of horizons. Follow them towards the vistas where dense colours melt into each other to form dusk. Come back before it is dark, for your way remains stretch beyond the darkest turns of earth, but leave a space within, a permanent space for eternal void.
Enter the deepest of the woods, through that narrow road where the leaves of yesterdays remain scattered. Inhale deep the air that would bring you the fragrance of the bygone and that will leave you speechless by your own understanding of you. Follow the path, though it looks worn and you are ignorant of the destination for all seemingly myriad paths are destined to be one.
Upon the banks, there is a man awaiting you with majestic glow that illuminates himself. In the darkness look at him shedding light onto your eager sight. He has been right there, waiting for you since ages with a beautiful smile upon his face- an enchanting smile that would answer the deepest of your quests! Trust him your life, for he was the question and the answer too!
The yacht is ready, into the shallow waters slips your vessel. There is silence dense in the ether and you can hear an orphan bird singing in despair that echoes the deepest of the woods. Piercing the mist when the yacht sets its journey to the infinite, O dear, fear not, for you are fastened by the arms of a man who would take you to yet another bank, into another celestial dawn.
Alas, O life, were you just the path? Alas, O death, were you the definite end? Beyond life and death, O man, were you merely a myth?
Into The Woods © Preeth Nambiar
Listen to the streams flowing giggled by their own joy. Look at their path, their longing to meet the tributaries to form rivers. Fetch yourself the purest of waters and follow their route through slimy rocks, embracing landscapes with your eyes and kissing the nectar of love. Bathe in the coolest of waters, look at those tender rays of sun reflecting upon the drops upon your skin!
Rest upon the rocks, when you are tired, with eyes fixed on the distant skies. Look at the birds sailing across in search of horizons. Follow them towards the vistas where dense colours melt into each other to form dusk. Come back before it is dark, for your way remains stretch beyond the darkest turns of earth, but leave a space within, a permanent space for eternal void.
Enter the deepest of the woods, through that narrow road where the leaves of yesterdays remain scattered. Inhale deep the air that would bring you the fragrance of the bygone and that will leave you speechless by your own understanding of you. Follow the path, though it looks worn and you are ignorant of the destination for all seemingly myriad paths are destined to be one.
Upon the banks, there is a man awaiting you with majestic glow that illuminates himself. In the darkness look at him shedding light onto your eager sight. He has been right there, waiting for you since ages with a beautiful smile upon his face- an enchanting smile that would answer the deepest of your quests! Trust him your life, for he was the question and the answer too!
The yacht is ready, into the shallow waters slips your vessel. There is silence dense in the ether and you can hear an orphan bird singing in despair that echoes the deepest of the woods. Piercing the mist when the yacht sets its journey to the infinite, O dear, fear not, for you are fastened by the arms of a man who would take you to yet another bank, into another celestial dawn.
Alas, O life, were you just the path? Alas, O death, were you the definite end? Beyond life and death, O man, were you merely a myth?
Into The Woods © Preeth Nambiar
Into The Woods
Now open your eyes wide into the majestic woods where the melodic tweets of celestial birds break...
September 25, 2015
Life is beautiful, for those who perceive it so!
“This is wonderful, but where is it?” he asked me. “Right here, close to the temple” – I smiled,...
The Naked Lotus
Now that she has lost all her petals, the beauty is in her within, in the bareness that she was...
September 20, 2015
Majestic Mornings
Majestic mornings! After having a cold shower...
Majestic mornings! After having a cold shower in the heavenly waters when I went out, there was always a splendid scene awaiting me – golden rays of Sun peeping through the dense trees in the east!
