Navarasas(nine essences) and their corresponding bhavas( emotions) for monsoons

Haasyam: mirth , laughter, etc.

sparkling smiles,
a million a moment,
lightning.

Shrinagara: Love, attractiveness, etc.

Raaga: amirthavarshini
Dance recital: Peacock
Accompanying artistes from Devlokam:
Krishna’s feather and Karthikeya’s vehicle
Guru: Nature
Venue: Open auditorium

Raudram: Anger, fury

Boom!
Boom!
Thunder!
Is it the anger and anguish of
infinite mustard seeds spluttering on hot oil
or
the lava of sound waves erupting against humans?

Kaarunyam: compassion, tragedy, etc.

Oh Varuna, God of rain!
Neither has the Boologam sinned nor the Devalogam for the rains to be born from the womb of virgin clouds.
Why is there a monsoon failure?
Would you not bestow your blessings
for bountiful harvests?
Oh, Varuna, would you not show Karuna?

Bhibatsam: disgust, aversion, etc.

Oh! The Agni (fire) 🔥 of ire, jealousy and
evil Pyres are burning!
Varuna, come and extinguish the flames!

Bhayanakam: Horror, terror

Oh! precipitations of snow and sleet!
Will you not show mercy upon the naval fleet?

Veeram: Heroic act, mood, etc.

Incessant, record rainfall, splash!
Lavish lash of Mazhai in a flash!

Adbhutam: Wonder, amazement, etc.

The dance drama of sunlight and rains!
Subtle reflections of colours, rainbow!

Santham: Peace, serenity, etc.

Man vaasanai, the plesant scent
emanating from silent droplets!

Take-2:
Human interaction with the monsoon.

I sit on my verendah, frustrated,
a sort of feverish feeling engulfing me
when suddenly to my merriment and glee,
the first song of Amirthavarshini reverberates!
( kaarunya, adbhutham)

I venture out, excited, euphoric
to dance to the rhythmic taalams of rain
like a child, evaporating the feverish pain,
kissing the first Pallavi of this season!
(haasyam)

Oh, Why has the song stopped abruptly?
why are the charanams not being sung?
Why am I adamant and naive like a child young
to listen all at once to the entire song?
(Kaarunyam)

Oh, Sakhi, I miss you! Your warmth,
Your embrace and your presence!
Infuriated by the thoughts of your absence,
I yearn more for you at this untimely hour.
(Shringara, Raudram)

Aah, what magic is this of the monsoon?
The song resonating with renewed energy,
but alas! my energy is down to be in synergy,
I sit and enjoy quietly in the bliss of peace!
(Adhbhutham, Shantham)

Continuous spells this time, determined,
I refuse to sleep, the incessant melodies
invigorating me, drenching me in rhapsody,
making me her ardent fan, Oh, Amirthavarshini!
(Veeram, Haasyam)

Is it a quick coffee break in the concert?
Yes, I relish my first sips of filter coffee from freshly brewed decoction,
from the greatest granules of concoction,
when the uninvited croaks of the toads nauseate me!
(Bhibhatsam)

The toad and the scorpion creep
as uninvited guests distorting the mellows,
like a cross talk of irritating hellos,
repugnant and frightened, I shut the doors!
(Bhibatsam, Bhayanakam)

Glossary:
Amirthavarshini- a raag in Indian Carnatic music to beckon rain
Hindu mythology terms:
Devalokam- the house of the Gods
Boologam- Earth
Varuna- God of rains
Pallavi- the first stanza of a song
Charanam- the subsequent stanzas of a song
Taalam- rhythmic beats
Sakhi- a female friend/ companion

Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh

It’s enough:

Enough, it’s enough!
The tears of war widows have withered,
why drench them with fresh spells of blood?
Enough of beckons of radicals leaving no one to the seemingly beautiful rhythms of war.
When you die, your power becomes
powerless, meaningless.
All blood is red,
across borders and boundaries too.

It’s enough of all the atrocities and abuse,
fighting and killing in the name of
caste and creed!
Capitulating to the captivation of imprudence
and dichotomy is not an act of pride,
it’s a syndrome of ignominy.

It’s enough!
The migrant laborers walking on
sands of shattered dreams,
swallowing pangs of sorrow
today amidst an uncertain tomorrow,
traversing between the edgy bridges
of life and death, all lives matter!

It’s enough of hearing,
seeing and complaining.
It’s time to act.
When one is born, one is destined to die.
A breath does not distinguish,
acts of kindness,
acts of humanity do!
When one dies, nothing matters,
your ego, your wealth and superiority
burn as ashes too!
But they remain, remnants of your
good deeds,
as sown seeds,
and that’s when people get to see
the dead living!

Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh