A Dance With The Rain

Rain is an orchestra with acoustic,

Every sound of it is pure music.

Thunders are drums with a rage,

Lightning and rainbow, my backdrop for the stage.

Lighter drops are rhythm notes

And heavy ones are high in beats,

For the rich you are chaos,

And for the poor you are jazz.

Planet's every dry land and all greenery,

It's audiences and they vary.

For the thirst of forests to quench,

And many animals that love to get drenched.

For the ones who loves music,

All your sounds are ecstatic.

I want to dance with you, rain,

Eventually forgetting all my worldly pain.

Rain can be fun and it can be scary,

The ones who benefit don't really worry.

Damn, the ones who hate,

Will have to bear it as cosmic fate.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Flowers

There is so much of happiness in a flower,

If you are receptive, it will shower.

Thousands in colors, and still to explore,

Yet countless, nature has in store.

To please the gods, they hold the power,

Their beauty shines hour by hour.

Each morning they blossom, round the year,

Ordination to gods, we use them during prayer.

Nectar so sweet, a gift from mother nature,

Where hearts and minds meet, joy, they offer.

In names they are known, nature’s favor,

In every language, their grace is shown all over.

They melt stone hearts like butter,

Bringing warmth to the soul, a charmer.

Even the hardest hearts can't ignore,

The eternal blessing they have in store.

Like mothers, they're givers, gentle and pure,

Harm them not, of that be sure.

Even the bitter will come to adore,

The beauty of flowers, forevermore.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

A Wonderful Morning

In the calmness of the morning light,

When the sun shines and dreams exit.

Birds chirping through the trees,

A gentle hum, carried by the breeze.

A lonely bird begins its song,

Notes that crawl, sweet and strong,

Awakens this sleepy earth,

Giving life an amazing birth.

Each dewdrop on the petal's edge,

A tale untold upon this ledge,

Of night's embrace and suns first kiss,

In moments pure, we find our bliss.

The world awakes softly, starting its day,

Colours blend in a perfect sway,

From amber gold to azure, blue,

Nature's canvas painted anew.

The fading beauty with fragrance,

In every flower, every face,

Time unfolds its tender tune,

Moments like these are divine.

When sun sets, doze for night,

In the twinkling stars so bright,

Let us pause, and deeply see,

What gives us hope to be.

By 

Sanji-Paul Arvind

மழை | The Rain

மழை துளி, மழை துளி,

என்மேல் பட்டதும் மறந்தேன் வலி,

பலர் அறியார் உனது மொழி,

மகிழ்ச்சியில், உன்னை காணும்பொழுது எனது விழி.

சிலர் உன்மேல் கூறுவார் பழி,

உன்மீது ஏதுமில்லை பிழை,

காலத்தின் கட்டாயம் உனது வழி,

எத்தனையோ உடைந்த மனதிற்கு நீ தோழி.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

Compassionate and Cruel Nature

Every morning sunshine,

I wish I can hug you and say you are mine,

People hate you for summer,

During winter they love you, to keep ‘em warmer.

Oh dear! Evening’s pleasant breeze,

So cool, but it won’t freeze,

Sailing through the ocean,

In the waves we can see your motion.

Brighty moon,

Every-time I see you, my worries swoon,

So clam without any reason,

Satisfying so many hearts, without a season.

My lovely droplets of rain,

Too much of you is a pain,

Moderately so many farmers gain,

Is it your anger? floods and droughts, destroying every grain?

The worlds greenery,

A satisfying nature’s scenery

It is calm and not that Ordinary,

Holds power to destroy humanity, in its plenary.

If you observe with faith, you can see gods,

Which will protect you in all odds,

All disasters from Air, Sea, Earth, Fire and outer worlds,

Showering their love, wrath, anger and all their moods.

Sun, moon and all its season,

A cosmic balance, no natures treason,

We should be kind and respect weather as a boon,

It is from the gods and they are the world's platoon.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind