Poem: Prisoners of Spacetime! By V.N. Giritaran

In the vastness of spacetime, Kannamma,
I marvel at your tender heart.
In the vastness of spacetime, Kannamma,
I long to take flight, even for a moment.
In the contemplation of spacetime, Kannamma,
I dream of moments filled with joy.

Beyond the constraints of circumstance, Kannamma,
I yearn to think like him,
Who declared:
“There is no such thing as time, Kannamma,
Nor is space real in the way we perceive.”
He said only spacetime is true, Kannamma,
And I am awestruck by the heights of his wisdom.

My mind still wavers,
Unable to grasp the depths of his insights.
Tell me, Kannamma,
Have you ever wondered
How he understood it all?
I ponder this endlessly, Kannamma.
I remain in awe of it all, always, Kannamma.

True Love, the Eternal Spring! - V.N.Giritharan

Memory birds Circle around you;
I lose myself watching their flight.

The strength of your love takes hold of me,
And though I falter,
I become a bee sipping nectar
From the sweetness of your love.
That is all I need.

Memory birds Circle around you;
I lose myself watching their flight.