Best Nair Poems
A is for Antenna
A is for Antenna, the two-in-one, receiving in and transmitting away.
B is for Broadband, to fire away on the high speed digital highway.
C is for Current, what a beauty, it is all but free- electron- flow.
D is for decibel, not the horrible, but a logarithmic unit and a ratio.
E is for Electrons, the teeny weeny charged particles, so light
F is for Fibre, or simply glass that passes streams of bits as light.
G is for Gain, could also mean loss, a measure of what’s in and what’s out.
H is for Harmonics, often unwanted multiples that are up and about.
I is for Ionosphere, the upper reaches of appreciable ionization
J is for Jitter, Who wants this unwanted, random fluctuation
K is for Klystron, just a tube which, in the microwave range, oscillates
L is for Limiter, thank God, the input to a system , it limits.
M is for Modulation, a wave-on -wave super imposition
N is for Noise, the hated disturbances due to heat’s action
O is for Oscillators, they are from low to ultra high frequency
P is for Pulse, not of the heartbeat, but a quick shot of energy.
Q is for Quartz, the stabilizer that is piezo-electric
R is for Regeneration, recuperating-the- sick- signal- trick.
S is for Semiconductors, not semi-precious, but indispensable
T is for Transmission, making communication finally possible,
U is for Unlimited Plans, the veritable godsend for the customer
V is for Voltage, the difference of potentials, one should remember.
W is for Waves, electromagnetic waves not the ones in the ocean,
X is for X-rays, against which the engineer should exercise caution
Y is for Yagi, it’s only an antenna, not a yogi or a tribal totem
Z is for Zirconium, hungry for neutrons in the context of atom.
That puts in a nutshell the revolution
Of electronics and communication.
02 Mar 2013
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For: Cyndi Macmillan’s “ Z is for Zaria-ABC poetry” contest.
A summer evening
The senile sun still
burned us with the foul intent
Of its mid day rage
But, lacking in bite, gave in
Quickly to the taunts of breeze.
It tottered about
In the beach, ran its weak hands
Over wheat fields and
Rested awhile atop the
Banyan’s crown and went to sleep.
8th Dec 12.
Form: Personification in TANKA ( Sylls: 5-7-5-7-7)
By S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For: Giorgio's 'Impress me-3'
Motif: Nature
TAJ MAHAL
In this October day, as usual,
Late in reaching fulfillments
Memoried paths resenting familiarity
Historied tracks crumbling
A cloud-shred trailing a mass to merge
I walk into Taj and stop to find
Adorned love placed in an ornate pedestal.
Still selling their lights profitably are the sun and the moon
And getting her name yet again and finally is the Jamuna
O! unsung architect, why does not
This wafer get blown by the wind?
Where did you get this sky from,
To stick your vision on?
Does the full moon become fuller
By holding a royal Mughal lantern
Will Jamuna loiter dazed by the punch-drunk fort for ever?
The Taj is in its all-white contemplation
On love birds, dogfights, nemesis and Nostradamus
And I walk through faded print with all words spent
Watching clouds forgiving crowds’ trespass into the skies..
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
* Written some twenty years ago and included in my book “RAINQUAKE”
For PD’s ‘Seven wonders of the world’ contest
For Andrea's 'Faves' contest again
A valentine poem
YOU and I just do not make up a TWO
ARE we not already one, as it WERE
MINE is a life surely with yours ENTWINED
FOR no other pair would’ve loved each other MORE
EVER to remain so, and to fail NEVER.
Encoded Message: “ You are mine for ever. Never more entwined were two”.
(The message is decoded by putting together the first words of the lines in the top-to-bottom order and the last words in the reverse order.)
Form: Acrostic
13th Jan 13
For Suzette Crous’ “My valentine” contest (with a coded secret message)
Now.. entry for PD's 'Valentine poem' contest...dated 14 Feb 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair.
HOME
Home like a poem
Whatever its chosen form
Should communicate
Life’s loveliness and meaning
Because it’s where your heart is.
Form : Tanka
For Leonora Galinta’s contest
By S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 20 May 13
Jungle by night
In the far jungle
The big bear of darkness lay
Crouched all night on leafy ground.
It glared through eyes of
Oil lamps of far away huts.
When dawn came, it slunk away.
07/Dec/12
Form: Personification in Form ‘Sedoka’( Syllables: 5-7-7, 5-7-7 )
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Motif: Nature
For Mary Oliver Rotman
Hai-ku
Hi, cute,
High coo
Hai ,who?
S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 30 mar 17,
for Brian Strand's contest
Hymns of salvation
That my own body
is my greatest enemy
was unknown to me.
Deluded,
O Lord, I was reveling in its pleasures.
The ones that
do not listen to Your tales,
never speak the truth and won’t feed the starving,
worry not about what is right and what’s not,
would not obey the Guru,
do not remember Your name;
O God, why should anyone care if such folks
are alive or dead.
O God, fed up we all are
kinsfolk with weeping ,
relatives with cremating ,
moms with giving birth ,
I with getting born.
20/Nov/12
Form: “Suzette Prime” with the syllable count, per line, of 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13 etc , all Prime numbers.
For: Su Crous’ Prime numbers and Philosophy contest.
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair.
* The philosophy of the poem is borrowed from the hymns ( in Tamil) sung by one of our( Indian) saints named” PATTINATHAR”, revered for his words of wisdom and deeds of miracles. The reference in the 3rd stanza is to the innumerable incarnations each soul has to go through, age after age, till it gets freed from the cycle of births and deaths on attainment of salvation. Here he is praying to God for his own salvation : ” In this never ending cycle of births and deaths ; times without number, have my close relations wept for me whenever I died, my near ones cremated me as many times; times without number, mothers gave birth to me and times without number I was born into this world. We are all totally fed up, going through this process repeating itself again and again. O God, deliver me once and for all from this terrible fate”.
Stanzas 1 and 2 are self-explanatory.
For SKAT's contest on 15 Jun 13
LOVE AGAIN
On this day, when tricky time
Has already turned love into wry rust,
When forgetting dominates
Bits- and -pieces remembering,
I forget you like I forget my red rose,
Standing alone , old and gnarled
At the far end of my yard,
Its leaves more blighted than green,
Its twigs more stunted than straggly,
Its butterflies more fitful than flit-ful.
But when I remember, it is like
Its rare , single bloom overpowering
Me with its same old fragrance
Into a spasm of fond recognition..
19 Jun 12
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For SKAT's contest, 'Old romantic poems'
Rest is a requirement,
for all,
in order to have this,
sleep is a must,
after a day’s of hard work,
wherein sleep is a must,
for all,
to freshen up the next day,
though the mind goes to sleep,
and the body follows suit,
the subconscious mind awakens,
and in lie,
a number of dreams,
awaiting you,
the dream,
that always reigns in my mind,
is the death of my wife,
not once,
but more than a couple of times,
why does this dream,
often arise in my mind,
is the answer I seek,
is it because of the love we have towards one another,
or is it the compassion for each other,
or is it in relation of serving one another,
or is it a kind of warning,
a warning to take care in the future,
some people may call this as the sixth sense,
while I call this a nightmare,
as nightmares are really scary,
yes, nightmares are quite scary indeed,
if you do agree with me or not!!
From:-Mr.Manu Nair (dated 19th November, 2012)
Memories mottle my butterfly’s wings
Shimmering and cute they are from my past
And a new song the bard in me now sings
On two sweet ones from the database vast.
“ Chitra Salabh” is the word in my tongue
For this insect so loved by old and young
But “Chitra” is our star female playback
Those days, my son was learning his speak
TV was on.. and” Chitra” , mentions some one
Hearing the word, jumps up for joy, my son
And exults, “ I saw chitra”..Too young then
To know ’ Chit’, ’ Butterfly’ was what he meant
Some years on, a lovely lady I met
Leela Naidu, wife of poet Dom Moraes
“A double grandma, I am now” , she said,
“ But are those butterflies still there in your place?”
“Those black and white ones I saw in my youth”.
I knew not then she was Miss India once
And a sizzling Bollywood beauty, to boot
All that I learnt a little late, by chance.
For P.D’s ‘Old butterfly poem”
S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 09 Oct 2011
The Fire
For centuries, it matchlessly stood
This Nair baron’s mansion made entirely of wood,
Which but carried a curse from an old woman, or worse,
From the chief carpenter who was sort of done in
By the landlord with whom he had a run-in
Till, one day with the rising sun, the eldest of the sons
Soaked a brand in kerosene and the set the edifice on fire
Which burned for days to be bemoaned for decades
Hoping to end the in-fighting and tension
That erupted on questions of partition
Only to be followed by a long legal battle
And the family fortunes falling like skittles.
S.Jagathsimhan Nair,
19 apr 12
For Rick Parise’s “FIRE” contest
Ps: The first curse was from a poor old woman. One of the trees used for the construction was hers. It was forcibly felled against her wish. So it carried her curse. The second was from the chief carpenter who those days fixed the location of the proposed house’s first corner-stone , which , according to the age-old science of buildings was believed to have a bearing on the fortunes of the land lord as well as the carpenter. In this particular case the landlord too happened to be an adept in that science. Out of some grudge, and enjoying unquestioned power, the land lord is believed to have forced the poor carpenter to fix a spot for the first corner-stone which would bring the carpenter death before the construction was completed. It happened that way in this case.
When I reached at 4,
My father brought,
A packet of gift;
Held me to heart,
Kissed my cheeks,
Then handed to me,
Saying "happy birthday my son,"
Opened and showed,
The Sten gun and pistol toy"
Saying "this is a perfect gift for boys";
Taught me how to use,
Saying "Perfect machine
for your 'war and peace' game";
Paused for some time,
Then gaze in my eyes,
He pulled the plastic trigger,
Displayed usage of toy,
Saying "world is violent,
May need one day";
World spends more on weapons,
Than feeding needy poor;
Impels the innocent poor,
By provoking slogans,
of religion and race;
Stimulate virgin minds,
"To hold the gun in hand,
And ask for peace, parity";
Weapon deals are
So profitable business,
All benefit whosoever involved;
Reaches to Hungry and poor,
Where Food and medicines,
Can't reach;
Weapon sale gets momentum,
In the name of peace;
They know how to split,
Divide and rule;
In the name of world in peace;
Fly dove of peace in the sky,
Then give weapon to shoot;
© sadashivan nair
Z Z Top and Cousin It took the right approach
Dark sun glasses and beards detract from scraggly hair
Next time my motley hairdo meets with reproach
Combing forward I’ll consider, sparing the Nair
*For Rick's "Bad Hair Day" contest
Haiku Chain
Presents wrap by tree
babies first Christmas is here
jet stream follows sleigh ~~by; Royal
jet stream follows sleigh
Santa's bag floats ocean unknown
cap is in Spain ~~by; Goode Guy
cap is in Spain
it blew over the ocean
beating rhythm flows ~~by; Andrea Dietrich
beating rhythm flows
unnoticed tiny black spot
fly, fly, ride high winds ~~by; Nathan Dilts
fly, fly, ride high winds
bring in the New Year, hurry…
a parrot shows up ~~by; Annalise Brigham
a parrot shows up
the world was never so right
as I feel refresh ~~by; S.Jagathsimhan Nair
as I feel refresh
breeze blows with soothing effect
as birds fly higher ~~by; olusegun Arowolo
as birds fly higher
their iridescent feathers
ribbons in the sky ~~by; David Williams
ribbons in the sky
soft whistling pretty lights dance
to sing like a bird ~~by; Tracie, Indigo Dreamweaver
to sing like a bird
constrained within emotions
give me liberty ~~by; David Williams
give me liberty
sweet vertigo dizziness
the flight takes up space ~~by; Poet Destroyer
the flight takes up space
come and join the view today
birds fly around me ~~by; Poet Destroyer
birds fly around me
brown grey with a glowing force
the moon as haze ends ~~by; Poet Destroyer
the Moon As Haze Ends
crashing On The Horizon
with The Rising Sun ~~ by; Christopher Bunton
With the rising sun
celebrate the coming home
maybe peace will reign ~~by; cecil hickman
maybe peace will reign
in the silent world this day
all is calm and bright ~~by; Deb Wilson
all is calm and bright
just me in my Xmas hat
and loving all night ~~by; Michael J. Falotico
and loving all night
this a welcome of pure light
power of the wind ~~by; harry horsman
power of the wind
a new year begins again
first let's celebrate ~~by; Catie Lindsey
first let's celebrate
the sweet air brings me your scent
now I know your here ~~by; Michael J. Falotico
now I know your here
Staring out the window,
upon a (choo) choo train ~~by; John Rhinem
upon a (choo) choo train
steam blows, lumps in my stocking
charcoal grey mittens ~~by; poet destroyer
charcoal grey mittens
the two of us are rocking
choo choo train chuckles ~~by; S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Team Work -created this haiku chain