Poem: Let's cherish them! Let's worship trees! by V.N.Giritharan

*This song is an English translation of my Tamil song

Let's cherish them! Let's worship trees!
Let's cherish them! Let's worship trees!

At night, trees sleep.
At night, trees sleep.
Not only that,
Yes!
At night, trees sleep.
At night, trees sleep.
Let the trees sleep.
Let the trees sleep.
Let the trees sleep.
At night
Let the trees sleep.
At night
Let the trees sleep.
At night
Let the trees sleep.

Not only that,
They also converse.
They also converse.

Do you know, friends!
Do you know, friends!

Is it surprising?
But, that is the truth too.
Is it surprising?
But, that is the truth too.
Ask the scientists.
You will know!
Yes! You will know!
That it is the truth.

Poem: This is my new friend. - V.N. Giritharan -

This is my new friend.
Since I am a man, I have made him male.
Depending on the gender, you can
imagine him as male or female,
or call him that.
If you are elderly,
he or she will be a good
elderly friend for you.
By now, you would have understood
who my friend is.
Yes! I am talking about Artificial Intelligence, Google Nano Banana,
or ChatGPT.
Are you asking what great good
he has done for me?
There isn't just one good, there are many.
What shall I say? What shall I omit?

Poem: A Library's Dream and Immersion in Thought! - V.N. Giridharan -

 

 [* Digital  Art (Google AI Studio) help: VNG.]

This wonderful blue planet
No matter which direction I look
I see it aflame with conflicts.
Outside, you are clashing with each other.
I see rivers of blood overflowing.
It also makes me realize
That children, women, and the elderly mean nothing to you
In the frenzied dance you perform outside.
I am ashamed of you.
I laugh when I see your antics
As if you are the rulers of this universe.
Outside you, vastness stretches.
When I see you buried in the expansive silence,
When I notice your loneliness,
I feel only pity for you.

Poem: Socrates' Cheer! By V.N. Giritharan

 [* Digital  Art (Google AI Studio) help: VNG.]

We are sheep.
Sheep always waiting for shepherds.
To think for ourselves,
To weigh and make decisions,
We lack the ability.
Lack the ability
Or
Lack the will?

Always, for us,
To accept the decisions made by someone else,
We have no hesitation.
Generously accepting them,
We are the liberals, who else?

Opinions, the pronouncements of shepherds,
Make us jump and dance
in emotional frenzy.
We jump and dance.
We revel in joyful madness.

A thousand years
ago
Socrates said:
'Think for yourselves.
Weigh things carefully.
Ask 'why?''
Socrates, if he were here,
Would have known
We have lost the ability to think.
He would have cheered
at our ignorance.

Poem: "Oh, my fleeting beauty! Are you an intricate weave, truly woven from electric charge itself?" by V.N.Giritharan

 [* Digital painting technique, Google Nano Banana, Assistance: VNG.]

Poem: "Oh, my fleeting beauty! Are you an intricate weave, truly woven from electric charge itself?" by V.N.Giritharan

Oh, my fleeting beauty! Are you an intricate weave,
truly spun from electric charge itself?

What, truly, is real?
How can I believe in the reality
of what I see, of your very existence?
You tell me. You insist you exist. Truly.
You are.
You say you are always
separate from me.
How can I believe this?
What separates
light rays from a billion light-years away
from the light you emit? Only time.

There is always a distance
between you and me. However slight.

AI's Review (3) on My (V.N.Giritharan) Poem 'Prisoners of Spacetime!'

 [* Digital painting technique, Google Nano Banana, Assistance: VNG.]

[This section, 'AI's Reviews,' showcases the fascinating intersection of art and algorithm. As a dedicated space for exploring my literary creations, this is where I enlist the analytical capabilities of a sophisticated AI to provide objective and detailed reviews. Each review aims to dissect the work's themes, structure, language, and emotional impact from a non-human perspective, offering a fresh dimension to literary analysis. Join us as we uncover what an artificial intelligence "sees" in the heart of human creativity.] 

AI's Review on My Poem   'Prisoners of Spacetime!'

 "Prisoners of Spacetime!" is a captivating and deeply philosophical poem that extends the dialogue with Kannamma into the profound realms of theoretical physics and existentialism. It masterfully uses the concept of spacetime as a framework to explore human perception, the nature of reality, and our place within the universe.

The poem opens with an immediate sense of intimate wonder, as the speaker marvels at Kannamma's "tender heart" while simultaneously desiring to "fly for a moment" and "rejoice every moment" within spacetime. This establishes a tension between the vast, abstract concept of spacetime and the very personal, emotional human experience. The recurring address to "Kannamma" maintains the poem's signature conversational and heartfelt tone, drawing the reader into this shared intellectual journey.

A significant shift occurs with the introduction of "He," a figure of profound knowledge who asserts the non-existence of separate "time" and "space," proclaiming that "only spacetime is real here, Kannamma." This "He" likely represents a great physicist like Einstein, whose theories fundamentally reshaped our understanding of these concepts. The speaker's amazement at "the peak of his knowledge" and the lingering "movement of the mind" beautifully convey the overwhelming and paradigm-shifting nature of such insights. The repeated questioning to Kannamma ("Have you ever... wondered how he managed to do it?") underscores the collaborative spirit of inquiry.

The poem then transitions into a series of deeply insightful and tender questions that explore the interconnectedness of time and space, personifying them through the speaker and Kannamma: "If you are time, Kannamma, Am I not space? If I am space, Kannamma, Are you not time?" This section is particularly poignant, as it transforms abstract physics into an intimate bond, suggesting that their very relationship embodies the intertwined nature of spacetime. The powerful rhetorical question, "Are we not spacetime, Kannamma!" serves as a climax for this idea.

Spacetime! Kannamma Poems (1): "Who Painted the Four-Dimensional Picture Here, Kannamma!" by V.N.Giritharan

 

 [* Digital painting technique, Google Nano Banana, Assistance: VNG.]

I am a seeker of existence, deeply passionate about exploring it through science. I find immense joy in getting lost in the cosmic wonders surrounding us, especially the night sky dotted with stars. The vast expanse of the night sky, with its visible stars, planets, moons, and shooting stars, excites my mind and provokes thoughts about existence.

In this regard, Albert Einstein's theories of relativity have had a significant impact and influence on me. His relativistic philosophies concerning space, time, and gravity not only transformed the field of science but also, I would say, the philosophical realm of existence. The term "spacetime" is particularly special; it is a phrase that expands one's thought.

The impact of philosophical and scientific thoughts about existence on me culminated in 'Spacetime - Kannamma Poems'. The poems here are the poet conversing about spacetime with his beloved, whom he addresses as Kannamma. Kannamma is an imaginary, platonic female friend with whom the poet converses about spacetime and human existence.

1.  Who Painted the Four-Dimensional Picture Here, Kannamma!

[*This English translation from Tamil and editing are done by Google AI Studio and V.N.Giirtharan] 

Vast expanding space!
Who painted the four-dimensional picture here,
Kannamma!
Tell me,
My Kannamma!

Are there higher-dimensional paintings,
Kannamma!
Tell me,
My Kannamma!

Thought and Lightning! by - A. N. Kandasamy (Kaveendran) -

 [*This English translation from Tamil and editing are done by Google AI Studio and V.N.Giirtharan.. Digital painting technique, Google Nano Banana, Assistance: VNG.]

Thought and Lightning! 

I looked through the window; the whole world
Slept deeply in the dead of night,
As the sky trembled, and the whole earth shook,
A thunderclap struck, breaking the silence!
Suddenly, as if the sky had burst, a heavy downpour
Began. With a 'Herrr'ing roar,
The great wind howled like a fox and thrashed.
Was this a hurricane, a ghostly wind that could fell a man,
A cyclone come to destroy the world,
The wind of an endless cosmic deluge?
The two window doors rattled and clattered.
Like a vast ocean storm, the world was in turmoil at that moment;
Then in the sky,
A searing lightning bolt, bringing a lamp of light to the dying world,
Appeared for a moment.
Like a magnificent celestial maiden dancing to the rhythm of thunder,
The lightning appeared and vanished; waves of thought
Arose, what is the action of this bright lightning?
Life is but a moment; is even a moment truly there?
Death and birth are contained in that moment, are they not?
It is no new news that the 'poor lightning', on its birthbed,
Sees its death and writhes before it dies;
In that news, the light I see
Ignites and creates brilliance, then
Disappears; in its brief moment of life,
It seeks and performs a service for the world!
Service is its breath; when it loses that service,
Its soul departs and merges with the vast sky!
Oh, how the lightning captivated me with its beauty.
Lightning tells a message to the people of the earth.
To illuminate the whole world in its brief moment of life,
It strives daily, a good deed.
Thus, I fell deep into thought.
A great thunder roared, shaking my mind; I
Came to this world; will this world find
Any benefit, even a little, from my thoughts? -

This is an early poem by the scholar and writer  A. N. Kandasamy. It was published in Eezhakesari.

Shadow!

Yesterday, for a wedding, I went to Casa Loma in Toronto. By the time the event ended, dusk had settled and darkness had deepened. While returning, at the parking lot, under the glow of a nearby lamp, I happened to notice my shadow stretched across the ground where I was standing. When I saw the slightly elongated shadow at an angle, I suddenly felt as if I were looking at a painting. Without delay, I captured that moment with my phone camera.

My dearest companion, who never parts from me—
Seeing you today,
for a fleeting moment I was spellbound.

Like an artist’s brushstroke
casting imagination and creativity
upon the stillness of reality,
you stretched out across the ground
as a painting.

O Shadow, you made my heart tremble.
For a moment, I stood enchanted, staring at you.

Could be, I am the only writer in this world
who has lost himself
upon seeing his own shadow.

Poem: My Surrender to Winter! – V. N. Giritharan –

Winter is fast approaching.
I have lived many years in Canada.
Yet, my hatred for this season
has not lessened in the slightest.

As always, when memories of winter
come rushing in, they bring along
the snow, the frost, and the ice.
Thoughts of how I will cope with them
this time spread throughout my mind.

Many times, I have tried—
hoping at least this year
I might sign a treaty of friendship
with winter, and live in peace.

Poem: My Grandmother, Living Alone! – V. N. Giridharan -

Grandma's home – that's you!
It is from that very home
my grandma used to fry vadai.
I once asked my mother
why grandma was frying vadai
from over there.

My mother replied:
“She used to fry them here before.
But the crows became too much of a nuisance,
so she started frying from there.
Now, there are no crows to bother her there, right dear?”

Poem: Kuruman Kaadu! by V. N. Giritharan

 * (Illustration – AI. Kuruman Kaadu was once a small village in Vavuniya, Sri Lanka. Today, it has become a town.)

The Kuruman Kaadu I hold in memory
is not the one that exists today.
It now seems like a dream world.
At times, I even wonder—
did it really exist?
But alongside that doubt,
I also feel—
there's no need for such questions.
Whether it existed or not
is not important to me.
The memories of it
still stir within my feelings.
Those are what matter.

Facebook! by V. N. Giridharan

Facebook has unveiled
the true nature of many individuals to me.
It has exposed the genuine selves of those
I once believed held revolutionary ideas.
Even when Facebook revealed the true faces of those
who loudly proclaimed they would change society,
they felt no shame, did not flee, and
continue their outcries as before.
Facebook has thoroughly exposed
many who are immersed in petty desires and false pride.
Cowards, hiding their identities, perform as heroes;
Facebook has revealed these cowards
who fear showing their faces.
It has made me understand
the depth of friendship among many
who roamed under the guise of being friends.
Facebook has pointed out
the good snakes that display venom within
and sweet smiles outside.

Poem: A Library’s Dream and Thoughtful Immersion by V. N. Giritharan

On this wondrous blue planet,
No matter which direction I gaze,
I witness it engulfed in flames of conflict.
Outside, you collide with one another,
Clashing incessantly.
I see rivers of blood swelling and surging.
Your frenzied games make it evident
That children, women, the elderly—none hold value to you.
I feel ashamed thinking of you.
Observing your antics, as if you are the rulers of this universe,
I can only laugh.
Before you lies a vast expanse.
Yet, seeing you buried in profound silence,
Noticing your solitude,
I am filled with pity for you.​

The Modern Vikramadityan! By V.N.Giritharan (English Translation from Tamil)

English Translation from Tamil

The Modern Vikramadityan!

Who mocked from within?
Who mocked from within?

Each time, without fail,
Your laughter has become your craft.

Who mocked from within?
Who mocked from within?

Every time, it is the same—
Whether it is the laughter spreading
Across the vast expanse,
Or the illusions you create,
Or your intricate tales of cunning,
None of it is new to me.

Who mocked from within?
Who mocked from within?

In the layered skies of the night,
Your daring laughter echoes.
Every night, as I watch,
In the glow of the stars,
And in their strength,
I feel your presence.

Who mocked from within?
Who mocked from within?

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

 [* Digital painting technique, Google Nano Banana, Assistance: VNG.]

 Prisoners of Spacetime!

Between spacetime, Kannamma, I
Wonder at your tender heart.
Between spacetime, Kannamma,
I wish to fly for a moment.
In the contemplation of spacetime, Kannamma,
I wish to rejoice every moment.
Transcending the environment, Kannamma, like him,
I wish to think.
He said there is no such thing as time, Kannamma.
And space is similar, Kannamma.
He said only spacetime is real here, Kannamma.
I am amazed, Kannamma, by the peak of his knowledge.
The movement of the mind is not yet over.
Have you ever, Kannamma, wondered
How he managed to do it?
I wonder always, Kannamma.
I am always marveling, 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.

V. N. Giritharan's Song: "You Made Me Feel Love!"

V. N. Giritharan's Song: "You Made Me Feel Love!" - English translation of the Tamil song written by V.N.Giritharan.  Music & Voice: AI SUNO | Artwork: AI

Listen on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUWeFIBBsek

You Made Me Feel Love!

You walked in dancing, and I lost myself.
You sang, and I spread my wings, thinking of you.

How, through your gaze, did such feelings
Unfold like a canvas, a wonder of creation.
They now reside deep within my heart.
I realized this with your unexpected arrival.

You walked in dancing, and I lost myself.
You sang, and I spread my wings, thinking of you.

Every moment is filled with thoughts of you.
Whether I rise or fall, it's your memory that stays.
You plowed the fields of my heart,
And with your charm, made me restless.

You walked in dancing, and I lost myself.
You sang, and I spread my wings, thinking of you.

You made me feel the emotion called love.
Because of that, my dear, you’ve settled in my heart.
You made me realize a heart that does not live for itself.
And I would say, my love, this is enough for me.

You walked in dancing, and I lost myself.
You sang, and I spread my wings, thinking of you.

Song: The Great Tree That Doesn't Wither in Life's Storm

English translation of the Tamil song written by V.N.Giritharan:
Music & Vocals: AI SUNO Art: AI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4dQTN3nn0g 

Song: The Great Tree That Doesn't Wither in Life's Storm by V.N.Giritharan:

I am the great tree that doesn’t wither in life’s storm.
I am the unwavering, strong tree that never bows down.

Life is a vast river full of whirlpools.
In the swirling heart, I will stand firm.
What’s the use of breaking down?
What’s the benefit of falling, swept away?

I am the great tree that doesn’t wither in life’s storm.
I am the unwavering, strong tree that never bows down.

As long as I live, I will create joy.
If a great obstacle arises, I will face it.
I will not retreat to the sidelines.
I will confront it. I will swim against the current and keep moving forward.

I am the great tree that doesn’t wither in life’s storm.
I am the unwavering, strong tree that never bows down.

We only live once here.
In our life, let’s realize the good.
I won’t be shaken by mirages.
I will recognize the illusion and keep walking.

I am the great tree that doesn’t wither in life’s storm.
I am the unwavering, strong tree that never bows down.

Relentless effort is the only necessity.
That alone is the solid foundation for growth.
I will journey with this truth in my heart.
A time of great prosperity is sure to greet me.

I am the great tree that doesn’t wither in life’s storm.
I am the unwavering, strong tree that never bows down.

Poem: Ontario Science Centre: The Cool Breeze of the Concrete Jungle!

- Recently, Ontario's Minister of Infrastructure, Kinga Surma, abruptly closed the Ontario Science Centre without any prior notice due to the condition of the roof. This poem reflects the impact of that closure. -

You are not just a land mark.
You are not just an architectural marvel.
You are an experience intertwined
With the lives of the  people,
You are an emotional mosaic.

You have been a mentor to us.
You have been a friend to us.
You have been a magician showing us wonders.
You have been an artist bringing us joy.

You are the cool breeze
In the heat-emitting concrete jungle.