A FEAST OF POETRY BY DR SRIDHAR IYER!

We don’t know how many people read poetry but it’s certain that many people write poetry to express themselves poetically. Be it traditional rhyme fashion or today’s freewheeling poetry which gives a lot of room to say whatever is in one’s mind…for some reason men of science like to write about what life is all about.
Meet DR SRIDHAR IYER, a former chief scientist of the National Institute of Oceanography in Goa. He has an enquiring poetic muse in his soul and two books in his cap of achievements. The first Musings of a Madrasi’ is a compilation of short stories, jokes, poems, random thoughts and what have you, written over three to four decades and first published in various publications. Dr Sridhar Iyer says his “writings were made as and when some stray thoughts struck like lightning and got grounded or when ideas flashed like light from a series of small bulbs of LED…” His more recent anthology of poetryPoetic Musings’ which is packed with some cool, gentle, inspirational poems are worth reading. About 125 poems offer insight into themes marked Dreams, Images, Love, Miscellany, Moon, Nature, Shadows, Silence. The poet lives a retired life in Panaji with his wife Kamakshi and son Sainandan.

‘Goan Observer’ offers a selection of poems from Sridhar D Iyer’s `Poetic Musings’ published by Amazon Publishing in 2022:

  1. DON’T CAST YOUR EVIL EYES!

As she comes prancing like a doe
Don’t cast your evil eyes.
As she flashes a sunny smile
Stop casting your evil eyes.

As she croons like a cuckoo
No use if you cast your evil eyes.

As she speaks in a musical tone
Never cast your evil eyes.

As she waves her fingers like a butterfly
It is pointless to cast your evil eyes.

Don’t harm her with your evil eyes.
She is naturally protected.
Not by any talismans or charms
But by a cute mole near her left eye!

19. DON’T CAST YOUR EVIL EYES!

As she comes prancing like a doe

Don’t cast your evil eyes.

As she flashes a sunny smile

Stop casting your evil eyes.

As she croons like a cuckoo

No use if you cast your evil eyes.

As she speaks in a musical tone

Never cast your evil eyes.

As she waves her fingers like a butterfly

It is pointless to cast your evil eyes.

Don’t harm her with your evil eyes.

She is naturally protected.

Not  by any talismans or charms

But by a cute mole near her left eye!

46. IF LOVE WAS A SUBJECT!

Chemistry of love needs no precipitation!

Nor does physics require a touch!

History of love doesn’t look into the past!

Archaeology of love is not to dig up the buried!

Biology of love is not only about,

Flowers, nectars, birds and bees!

Love is like medical science, as

Your pulses race and brains overwork!

Try not to seriously dissect love,

Else you could expose the skeletons!

Don’t be a mathematician by Adding

Dividing, Subtracting or Multiplying love

To find an unknown `x’ or `Y1’

Let there be civics but no politics in love!

Love is a fine art and has several languages

But don’t make it a Tower of Babel!

When in Love, best be like a Geologist!

Down to earth and stand like a rock!

Yet, be yielding and sublime like soil

And mouldable like soft clay!

94. DÉJÀ VU!

 In our existence, destiny decides

Our meeting with Whom, When

Where, How and of course Why!

It is not a quirk of providence

Nor incidence or coincidence

That we cross and chance upon

Someone special from a previous life.

And when we do –

Eyes do the talking.

Thoughts are exchanged freely.

Words weave seamlessly.

Footsteps fall in harmony.

Is it difficult to decide as to

Who starts and who ends.

A conversation or meeting of minds

These are moments of déjà vu!

There seems to be a deep empathy.

Is this magic, ESP, telekinesis, or telepathy?

Or a karmic connection from eternities?

Well, who are we to go against destiny!

Stop fighting with good fate

And go with the flow.

If we are meant to be one

No matter what, we would be then!

105. MOON AS A MESSENGER!

In the days of yore, messages of love

Were sent through pigeons and doves.

The poor birds winged their way

For a fistful of seeds and grains.

The rich and affluent used runners

And waited for good news, till they returned..

The tired runners forgetting all their pains

Ran and ran, though they had nothing to gain.

Brothers, sisters, friends and strangers were used

To deliver secret endearing letters as missiles of love.

None knowing whether their mission to help eagerly.

Would be successful, aborted or an utter failure.

In the past, there were phones to the rescue

Hail Alexander Graham Bell.

Thanks to coming of the mobiles and cells

Now we can talk for hours and hours on end.

The above have flaws and may fail

For any reasons, sometime or the other.

Your messages could be mis-delivered

And could land up in the wrong hands and ears.

To safely convey your emotions and feelings

Without any worries or impediments

Use the omnipresent Moon which is free

And is willing to help forever.

By glancing at the magnificent Moon

 Will `read’ you from anywhere.

And yo will not have any fear

Tht there are eavesdroppers everywhere!

121. SHADOW PLAY!

Some days I see you, some days not.

Are the eyes as usual troubling me?

Some days I hear you coming, some days not.

Am I slowly losing my powers of listening?

Some days I talk to you, some days not.

Is my imagination recklessly running wild?

Some days I guffaw alone, some days not.

Am I becoming a laughing matter?

Some days you are behind me, some days in front.

Is it all a cruel play of light and shadow?

Are all these merciless memories?

Is my mind playing endless games?

Or, am I being taken for a royal ride

By the shadow of someone very dear?

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