Shamuvél (ശമൂവേൽ)

Pic credits: Sampada Deshpande Guru the creator, Preserver of the creation Extols love of selfless revelation. Crescending expeditions through genres of erudition Together we fly, carrying me on thy rendition. How a scowl and frowning brow Turns to a smile of joyous will. Greatest meed indeed though know To see a novice master the skill. For the world loves forth the thickest blood And you O sage like The Son of Man! No mortal Flesh has a flawless hood But you belong to the chivalrous clan. This ain’t a song of mortal praise; But ought to be a humble truth and grace. Though I conquer tribes of nation,                Thou art... My Guru the creator, Preserver of the creation. (An expression of gratitude and content for every soul that has enlightened me.) Shamuvél -  ശമൂവേൽ  (Musings - 08 Sept 2012)

Pic credits: Sampada Deshpande I saw a sigh of joy in her eye, But couldn’t rejoice nor could she cry. Gloomy hordes surrounding her attention, Stood she in commiseration. Committed to win were her spurting efforts, Fortune did not deny her share of success. Charming little smirk says it all, Those edgily restless nights et al. Appeased was her crave for the apogee, Shield her charm O Almighty. Amidst a crowd of bemoaning failure, Stood she as a ray of consoling cheer. No grief of ours could strain prolong, As her verse triumphed our mournful song. Our hearts now pulsed to the similar tune, Victory and defeat now had the same rune. For the fruit of labour is sweet said she Aphorism now was soothing to me. Gloomy hordes surrounding her attention, Stood she in commiseration.                     Dedicated to a dear friend...                           ...