premji premji

premji premji Biography


Who am I?

A man without profile…
I am not a pseudo-nationalist…
Not a pseudo-secularist…

My world is without boundaries…
I am that: ‘PREM’, inexplicable by English…
I am that nothingness…

I am not a poet…
A mere poetrick*…
But, I love words…
These twenty six letters are my weapons…
I don’t know how to use them properly…
Still I write poetricks..
You may call it nonsense…
but it makes sense…
That’s the bitter truth…

*poet + tricks

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Subroto Chatterjee 08 April 2009

....Life@Globalization? Not just mental invasion, my friend. There are many others. But some invasions are welcome! A nation's chooses to be invaded.....whose decides? ? Welcome to democracy.

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The Best Poem Of premji premji

(013) The Most Beautiful Lullaby Ever Written (Omanathinkalkidavo..)

Is this sweet babe
The bright crescent moon, or the charming flower of the lotus,
The honey in a flower, or the lustre of the full moon,
A pure coral gem, or the pleasant chatter of parrots,
A dancing peacock, or a sweet singing bird,
A bounding young deer, or a bright shining swan,
A treasure from God, or the pet parrot in the hands of Iswari*
The tender leaf of the Kalpa tree, or the fruit of my tree of fortune,
A golden casket to enclose the jewel of my love,
Nectar in my sight, or a light to dispel darkness,
The seed of my climbing fame, or a never fading bright pearl,
The brilliance of the sun to dispel all gloom of misery,
The Vedas in a casket, or the melodious Veena (Musical instrument) ,
The lovely blossom put forth by the stout branch of my tree of enjoyment,
A cluster of pichaka buds, or a sugar-candy sweet on the tongue,
The fragrance of musk, the best of all good,
The breeze laden with the scent of flowers, or the essence of purest Gold,
A bowl of fresh milk, or the sweetest smelling rose-water,
The field of all virtue, or an abode of all duty,
A cup of thirst quenching cold water, or a sheltering shade,
A never-falling Mallika flower or my own stored up wealth,
The auspicious object of my gaze, or my most precious jewel,
A stream of virtuous beauty, or an image of the youthful Krishna,
The bright forehead mark of the Goddess Lakshmi*,
Or, by the mercy Padmanabha*, Is it the source of my future happiness,
Is it, in this beautiful form, an Avatar of Krishna himself?

* Goddess
• Goddess of prosperity
• Lord Vishnu

This is the most beautiful lullaby ever-written.
This lullaby is written by Irayimman Thampi some 200 years back in the language of Malayalam for infant Swati Tirunal, later became the Maharaja of Travancore. Even now, it is the most popular lullaby in Malayalam. This lullaby is translated by some great soul, my salutations to Him.

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