MY JOURNEY TRIGGERED YOU -----[150512]-----

Back to my haven home
Driving along valley, cut through mountain shores

Butting through my memories
Through a calm culture stands the village Naduvil

My students after Jnaanam@Naduvil visit say -
There is a beauty that is present in every nuke and corner,
There is this pleasantness in the air there,
The love is rekindled everywhere there,
Super the serenity of the place, warmth of the home

"The thoughts will automatically flow -
Think of your childhood days spent there,
Think of how it became your aim to renovate,
Think of the days which you spent with your friends and students there"
Anusha demands a poem on Jnaanam

All love Jnaanam
Village stands with us;
Smith to the priest knows
Mighty one lived there.

No large and sinewy hands;
No muscles on brawny arms
Word of wisdom moves across
I see the whole world in the face,
I can hear the bellows blow;
Tough and strict me on wards
They see the flaming forge,
Learning sparks in shaping life

It makes his heart rejoice
It sounds to him like
His father's unheard voice,
Singing from Paradise!
Think of the serving mom
Tearful eyes out toiling-sorrowing

Little attempt,
Something done,
Wanted to earn a repose
My worthy students gives no rest

I taught in flaming forge of life
Create fortunes; strive wrought;
My sounding lessons bounced back
My burning thoughts knocking
The dead silence away from home
Champed the Jnaanam@Naduvil

Landing back with grey hair
Standing perplexed and still
I had my phantom nights
In the lone house I slept
Listening to the soundless
Glow-worm-fly across dark stairs

Lonely strange and still dark
Answered cropping echoing
Smote your dream - never stop
Made my gloomy cloud away

Now Jnaanam made its sprouting
Fled into life of joy and learning
Creative innovative image building
Master's choice - chosen dreams!

To build an image in life they come
Cutting mountain shores from far off
Across lands to the village - Naduvil
Students to haven home - Jnaanam

Swayamatma nibandanam sukam ☆☆☆----《150608》----☆☆☆

None can never live up to anyone's anytime expectations

none does anything for anyone; it is all for self to the core

Trying to living up to expectations of many around you

Is like getting the whole ocean water into your hands

Whatever you did is just not enough for you to get credit

one does is not for credit and you are into it and couldn’t stop

You live to please your self; does it as you can’t help otherwise

Keep saying it for other is cheating the self and pity you self

When you feel that you are not good enough for someone

It is your feel from within that you left your best performance

You have chosen me not by accident or plan to blame or bless

Your option was only that in that time and space and had to

None is dull, smart, less, more, down, or up and always have flaws

Don't ever expect that always one has to be stable as you is not

Dream is life ahead for all; but don’t draw the other in your dream

Make your dream for your self attain of accomplishments

If I am a good chance and choice for you; we keep meeting

Every day and every event; once there is a match of interest

Don't ever say I want you there as I expect you there - don’t create

that is our place; be there and we meet - purpose happens - don’t create

I shall plan my acts and intimate you like anyone else; vice versa

Sure if schedule and interest matches you will be there; conversely

If you just come for making your time and not for the event

You feel down as you didn’t get my time and lost in event

Appreciating self-interest is what makes happy and success

Don’t ever plan for survival with someone ahead in progress

Swayamatma nibandanam sukam

drtpsasikumar@gmail.com

www.drtps-shiksha.in

+919447437948

Rain measure of feel ☆☆《150607》☆☆

Flowing water on the path i walked

Had the rolling stones that fled
Rain was that scene in my childhood
At night it is the sound on tiled roof

Across the window panel gaps
lightning shown rain light showers
Poured in heavy and dampened air
Gutters and roads flew as rivers

The rhyme was never heard
I studied in local mother tongue
No song in malayalam on rain
touched a feel as 'rain rain go away'

If i could had a welcome rain song
splashed sprinkles on the varandha
Used by me to write MY NAME with
Dreams built around as engineer

Heavy rain was to splash and work
When the mud is cut and thrown
loved in the garden with bath in rain
Freedom to the power of infinity

Shower is seen by the farmer as
Shower of blessjngs for the sprout
Had the extreme that created puthra
River the brahma in north east always

down the wet streets in the oil spill
Created the rainbow during the light
Learned my refraction class in physics
In the sky too on all the rainy days

From the country side to this closed
Lonly room with my spotted hiding
the dry grass when the summer rain
Created dew drops as an extra hung

Lifting my dazy head i wish a drop
Almost dipping from nostrils in rain
Wanted to have a shower in rain
Getting back to my younger days

Want to walk; not with oiled rainbow
on the rolling stones of seemless flow
First rain gives the muddy dust smell 

smoked soil after the summer puff

under the trees it makes the sound
Not the sky; i hear the tree rains down
Small bushes and paddy in field seen
bend their tops and pray in respect

The count on rain in 'cm' said science
Farmer measures on mud and bend
My life too need a measure like feel
Not the product as an index of rain

drtpsasikumar@gmail.com
www.drtps-shiksha.in
+919447437948

Fearlessly Surrender --(150602)—

I need to be brave with a thought
To fade my sadness song less ride
Shake me out to be brave alone now
sitting in this corner, dawn to dark
I made my lost world call it madness
Tears cataract to black the colour

Blanked out future plans and dreams
Hopes are out to live till death,
Who spoke on 'Succeed not Survive'
Need brave welcome to end it forever

All around I fell alone on long journey
Deserted as I moved far, roads ended
Failed life need brave heart to raise
Unable to fight flames of blames

No wonder those with me
A day could end saying 'bye'
Not so grave but a small
Mis-take of spelling or dealing
Past they forget, so what ?
Where is saneness in me?

Have no more hope to live
Twisted life is enough and more
Courage is the feel to show brave
No straight roads are seen
Let the bright sun appear
With a news of delight to all

A brave man inspired many
Shamelessly ended life
Enlightened soul sought darkness
Gloomy end of a bright man
Helpless he left after assumed
Meaningless Help for many

Feel lives only when one adds
Value of life to many, or else
Not alive and active in words
Unsaid message to at least one
When all left after a single hearing
Retained hope on one remained

A day even that last drop too
Unspoken retire into their world
Created the vacuum un-filling
Blissfully I have to retire ever
Signals are seen from corners
Fearlessly surrendering is brave

Rhythm of life ----(150603)----

Old wall clock in the inner corridor
Had the swinging pendulum to strike
Bells that gave the reminder of time
I look at it and got the Rhythm of Life

Deep within, no gain on days passed
Each day from dawn to dark was
Rhythmic as un-noticed pass of time
School and home; back and forth

No change in days of college moved
Naduvil village to city of Payyanur
Longer is the rhythm now as weeks
Monday to college and Friday back

I wept not on the system had months
In university at Kochi to home solitude
I am off on swing of Arabian queen
So rhythmic, faster than the clock

Creative on the foot of Garden city
I saw the fast moving cabs and carts
Rhythmic handsome song of love
Power of sound and words swinging
Between my Maths got Philosophy
Master and Doctorate left no days

Ultimate was the space that took
My space and time, as a job to earn
The satellite had its rhythm in miles
Had the fish in stomach that cried
For the steps in ladder in promotion
I took off, it can't last than twenty

Now I live just by nature defined
Feeling myself as my enemy of time
Clock is silent at home with no rhythm
I weep for none, not even for me
Lost is the Rhythm of Life in bustle
When I felt that life is lost in bustle
I returned retired into the silent village
Of long seasonal Rhythm - My Life

I am Brighter - Enlightened? ☆☆--------(150607)---------☆☆

Standing on the ground

Looking to the sun
I say I am bright
I know it is just a reflection
That I see brightness

I need you closer within
To find me, in bright
Stay away, may be u can see me
I can't see you, neither touch you
I want to feel you
I am sure I can't reach you

Your presence is a miracle
You can change me
Raise me to be active
I am ready to be me

As you wake up
You wake me up too
I know you are the one
Unprejudiced manager
Manager of time and act
Without you I am blind
Most reasonable love
Make me seasoned

Emotions throbbed like a child
Confession stays immature
What am I to do; to keep me going
Stability I have to learn from you

At time I guess I am in shadow
Lost your brightness due to season
I need you to be in me always
Let me not lose you in dark

I want to touch you; keep you
Live your life as mine in bright
Just this life; let me be with you
Live Inquiry Filled Enlightenment

"An idle mind is the devil's workshop" No "A creative mind is Devi's workshop" ☆☆--------(150606)-------☆☆

"An idle mind is the devil's workshop"

I was sick

Physically all right 

As I have nothing to do

I was moody

My dis-ease is in my thoughts

No creative work

Not productive

None to share and care

Rest is a punishment 

For one who love to work

"A moody mind is the devil's workshop"

I want reason to work

I want reason to discuss

I want output in discussion

I want output in work

Is this thoughts a feeling of

Self-protective or critic

Do I have the real mood to work

Am I lazy and pretending active?

"A lazy mind is the devil's workshop"

Negative thinking is within

Someone talks and I see only

That comes close to me

Not you; it is me negative

If I want; what comes i could

Just take the best and smile

Why say no mood and spoil

Add oil to the fire of thoughts

Why not cool and feel good

No doesn't as i am no good

"Bad thoughts makes the devil's workshop"

Bad mind gets bad thoughts

Feeling upset is the way forward

Being alone and moody is fine

Out to the world; why to show

Who says idle and alone

It is all the way one thinks

Can fill the thoughts with

World history and GK

Tossed words in English

"Being alone makes the devil's workshop"

Practical creative mind do not shut

It is reasonable and productive

Starts looking in results of action

What gained and balance sheet

Most precious gift in life is the

Feed of words from all around

They say you are my precious gift

But they left all that I fed in waste

gone unfed a few as they tasted 

Felt it all just a feel and don’t worth

"Creative mind is the devil's workshop"

In the output and credit 

I was wandering on thoughts

Dreams are out and dreads in

All alone what to work and worth

Mind was building thoughts 

Never had a stoppage to idle

Active with moody feelings

Can never have idle mind

"An idle mind is NOT devil's workshop"

An idle mind can't be a workshop

No mind is idle; not even a fool's

Devil's workshop is from creative mind

A fool’s holiday creates

Feelings for self and all

Thoughts full of negatives

Mood makes dull and idle

Idle day of creative mind too 

Can't make a devil's workshop

Creative mind can never be idle

Stupid and foolish is devilish

Mind can feel moody and down

Saraswati will make poems in it

Create idle day and be creative

Create creative mood and be idle

"A creative mind is Devi's workshop"