K.RADHAKRISHNAN

K.RADHAKRISHNAN

LET THE SOUL MAKE A SYMPHONY

When our souls are composed of harmony,

Why not let our souls make a symphony?

Let the music of soul cleanse the dirt of life,

And the moonlight of music guide us in the dark hours of strife.

Music is an oasis in the hot desert of our struggles,

Allow the music to fill our souls to melt away all troubles,

Our wounded hearts find solace lying in music's cradle,

From my soul to your soul, let the music sing its glorious fable.

In music's embrace,let us get get drowned in divine feelings,

For music alone is the flavor  of all our dealings,

Music alone is the balm that has the power of healing,

It adds spice to our thought to look at life with positive meaning.

Music ebb and flow, and immersing in it, let our life find its glow,

Our mind at peace, forgetting all the worldly woes,

Sighs are driven out and happy tears are starting to flow,

Music fills our souls to the brim and and makes agape overflow.

© K.Rahakrishnan

LOVE IS THE ELIXIR OF LIFE

Inspiring, warming and  healing,

Love is that sacred feeling,

It makes us to dare, believe and hope,

Love shapes our life and offers lots of scope.

Love is the driving force of all actions,

It expands our vision with heavenly perceptions,

Love fuels endless passion,

Love is a fatal attraction and soul's salvation.

Nothing can fill the void of life but only love,

For love is the gift of God from above,

Love is an element contained within us,

We are all designed for love, there is truth in this.

It is love that invigorates all the living beings,

Even Gods crave for these beautiful feelings,

Love keeps the spark of life alive,

Love is the elixir that  makes us  survive.

Love is the magic elixir to cure all life's ills,

Even a little dose of love is guaranteed to bring out smiles,

Add the ingredient of love, even poison  will become elixir,

Love is that magical elixir to live a meaningful life, sir.

© K.Radhakrishnan

WARRIOR OF LOVE

We see the splinters in our foe's eyes,

But we fail to see plank in our own eyes,

Is it not the right time to look at ourselves?

To free ourselves from locked up shelves.

We don't like people because of the way they walk,

We hate people because the way they talk,

We are prejudiced because of the skin color,

But there is some goodness in all, we fail to discover.

Within the best of us there is some evil,

Within the worst of us there is some goodness still,

It is time we realize this and change our attitude,

To show our so called enemies some gratitude.

Let us discover the element of goodness in our foes,

Forgiveness is the base from where mighty warriors rose,

Force begets force and hate begets hate,

Let us love our enemies and rise above this human fate.

Hate distorts the personality of hater,

“To love all as we love ourselves” is the wisdom of the Creator,

Hate is the cancer that gnaws away the vital elements of life,

Love has that redemptive power to lift us from futile strife.

Love is the only creative and transforming power in the universe,

Hate is the curse, and this feeling we should not nurse,

Let our heart prays for our foes and our tongues do not curse,

Enmity will only make life worse and perverse.

Let mellifluous melodies of love flow from your heart,

The heavenly bliss is not far apart,

Just feel the seismic waves of love in your soul,

Only through love, we all can feel bliss of paradise in whole.

© K.Radhakrishnan

FRUIT OF LOVE

The fruit of love never petrifies with  time,

Till eternity it remains fresh and in prime,

Its flavor is so sweet and enticing,

The more I taste the love, the more my heart is yearning.

The smell of the fruit of love, brings two souls closer,

The souls savoring its nectar over and over,

Love was once a small seed planted in hearts,

Blossomed and ripened, touching the deepest parts.

The fruit of love is loaded with pleasant scent,

It filled our nostrils but we are not content,

Flames of passion took over us in torment,

Is this what heaven is meant?

One bite at fruit of love, you will be an addict,

Consumed by fiery passion, you will even be a derelict,

Always wanting to have a grab at it,

The fruit of love is so delicious, so hard to resist.

©

 K.RADHAKRISHNAN

K.RADHAKRISHNAN lives in Bhopal city, India. Born on 4th November 1955. He is a underwriter by profession and worked as a senior level executive in NEWINDIA ASSURANCE, India's largest General Insurance Company till his retirement. He is engaged in consultant activities and insurance education. He has co-authored three insurance text books for NATIONAL COUNCIL OF EDUCATION, TRAINING AND RESEARCH(NCERT), INDIA. He has a passion for writing poetry which he pursued after retirement from his job. His mother tongue is Tamil. He writes in English.