Peace And Silence ...

by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Peace And Silence ...

Silence exists everywhere, 

What human are not aware, 

in everything, organic and inorganic, 

in planets, space and 

even in every atom, 

where never ending, 

vibration occurs, thus observe, 

and release energy, 

nonstop, nonstop in commotion.

Silence exists in the audibility, 

Of organic, frozen silence, 

Always flowing through audible, 

A few can hear the frequencies, 

The rest are disabled for life, 

but peace exists in the hearts, 

and exits from the hearts, 

that feel the truth of emotions, 

Nowhere else...

We can't find peace anywhere else. 

The House Of Joy!

The house full of just played toys, , 

Just fed bowls, just torn papers, 

Newly added drawing to the walls, 

What a pleasure to the eyes and souls, 

The kids are there in that house, 

Growing as inquisitive as they have to be, 

Let them play in their own house, 

Don't control them in the name of rules, 

Young mothers, don't toil too hard to please, 

All the notorious oldies of the world, 

Young Mum, Teach your children the morals to be bold, 

Enjoy your life with your husband and kids, 

Unkempt house is not a contagious eyesore, 

When the kids are growing to be the warriors, 

Unkempt heart is a real curse and a dumpsite, 

When the old and young are comfortable with. 

The Story Of A River!

That empty river was filled with water, 

Running water never stagnant to collect litter, 

Clean and clear to see the treasures stored, 

Heavy pebbles, the quick fish on the soften rocks, 

Green kingdom of algae and their blooms peep, 

Dipped into the river to pick up a handful, 

Of tiny river sand, suddenly floated along the river, 

That drifted and took me to a furlong, 

How to swim opposite when the current was so strong, 

Shocked, confused and kept the head above the liquid, 

I saw myself moving faster with the Mother Nature, 

The green wild yam with spacious big leaves, 

Where my grannies told that the reptiles hide, 

The recently planted teak trees stood still, 

The palms were high and full of fruits, 

Even one not dropped into the water, when I passed, 

Bananas were useless with soft stem, 

There was a slanting coconut tree at the brim

Leaned to the river for water and sun, 

I held its root as hard as I could, 

Reached the bank with joy in a blink, 

That river full of water is empty now, 

And our farmers not even go out, 

To check their handed down plowing tools, 

The dried up Tamil Nadu with people with tears, 

A nuclear plant is built on its shore.