About vaishakseetharam

Born on 21st July 1988 as Grandson of Late Manilal Jamnadas Dattani and Late Kantha ben and Grandson of Late Narikkutty Gopalan and Late Mythili Devi was the Poet,Vaishak Seetharam Dattani. His Father, Mr.Seetharam is working at Kerala and his Mother, Mrs.Vidhya, is a Higher Secondary School Teacher at Kerala. Vaishak did his Schooling at St.Michaels Anglo Indian Higher Secondary School(1992-2006) located at cannanore district in kerala. After Schooling he did his Graduation in Hospitality Management(2006-2009) from VLB Janakiammal College Of Arts and Science at coimbatore, TamilNadu. He's been rewarded from 2006- 2009 at Tamilnadu State level for Poetry writing as well as By Google in 2012,Apirl He started his career with the Hospitality industry soon after his College and works as Front Office Executive at The Marriott , Chennai His Mother tongue is Gujarati & he speaks English, Hindi, Malayalam, Tamil & Gujarti. His main hobby includes collecting Antiques and Fountain pens

Fingers Crossed…Once again !

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She penned that day, a poem of love, so bright, so right,
I prayed that night, to let my dove, be my dear bride.
I saw the evening and saw the light, je Suis desole mate,
Did not I get her in my life; she became an innocent man’s soul mate
But, I crossed my fingers to get an angel like her, be my dear wife.

Summer dried and winter bloomed, life went on till I saw a blue moon,
Saw I a fairy, heard I a tale, as she touched her fingers on a violin maroon.
Her chants took me to stars, paralysed my whole body as well as heart.
Did not I see her from that time, did you know-She was someone else’s lifeline.
But, I crossed my fingers to get and angel like her, be my dear wife.

Rowing a boat, red roses she sold, netted hat she wore
In this month of June, in this afternoon, as queen she posed
Love is patient, love is kind, and she is the only one, I myself remind
Love was at day, or, love was at night; she too stepped in someone else’s mind.
But, I crossed my fingers to get and angel like her, be my dear wife.

Of all the brides I have seen, Of all the ones I have ever dreamed
Oh friend, I‘ve never been so keen, hers is the name, from mountain top I’ve screamed
She isn’t a poet, she isn’t a singer, and she isn’t a florist or an angel too
But she is my fairy, she is my princess & she is my artist of all seasons true
And now I cross my fingers; If not her, then no one else, as my wife, I want atleast for this life.

Vaishak Seetharam Dattani
01 June 2014

Route to sail venice palace

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Route to Sail Venice Palace

Line of life, is drawn by him for all living being
And that is a two dimensional image, a meaningful scale
The line of his as it met with hers, born was a tale of love
Dancing to fur Elise, the infinite love ambigram was there born at Rome

A magic to the miracle of melodious music, happy couple were they
Never tied he her noilaa, for togetherness, a word of hope was fine a’time
Possessed they what so ever may be required to be a husband n’a wife
Though did not they acquire ownership of each others free to dome.

Made they the houses of clay, played they a family all day in wine
Gazed they together that wishing star, Crossed they together sky n Oceans
Plays of russe, holding shoulder and necks they played that beautiful dance
Through that kaleidoscope saw they that dream of togetherness again there

She has to marry someone, said once her mom, heard the same asked she why
Because you are a girl; from somewhere there came that reply
Asked she who is he? Dad Murmured in that dark background-Keep quiet!!!
Oh! No, She cried ;none other than him, begged she that while.

Who will support the fantasy of this lad, apart from him none did.
A million times told was she to forget that old fairy tale
Never will she, I bet the whole world bets with you
So she was given a memory eraser, and there she forgets all that past

A thousand miles apart send was she to her aunt
An unwritten story was told to be her faithful past
And nowhere did he exist ever in that rhyme of Rome
Mind she had died just, who would want to live without soul mate

A decade later comes she back to that old house where lives her dad
Sees that old album that had pictures that spoke aloud the forgotten chapters of love
Aura-whispered she as she recollected a history, that was hers and his story
Demands she to take her to where he lived so she could see that pigeons unread letters

An unopened purple embroidered cover, sealed a decade back receives she here written RSVP
Opens she there and finds a map-Route to Sail Venice Palace, and nothing to Repondez Sil Vous Plait
Sail aforth she to reach that final destination, why is it taking so long time, thinks she, thinks me
Fur Elise-that music, hears she, without a full stop, Ten years since those bells are ringing, runs she

To reach that hall where pin drop silence ashamed, as the melody stole the radius of that palace
The unwinding tone of perfection, breeze that shook them once upon a remarkable time
Rhythm had them applaud to the vibes of that golden era, close your eyes and see it once
A fairy tale written a decade ago revolves around their foreheads in slow motion.

With joy and merry round they go, piano still singing, forgetting all those pains that passed
Step by step they reach those unreachable stars, and gets up they, from where they did start
Her hairs then running through those semi grey hairs of his, tears of hers falls down
Weeps he aloud as his tears rested in her laps and slowly dried

Happiness dwelled as he made her remember
All those instances they danced in rain, and kissed in every lane
None can see such an emotional psychedelic trance, and so did not i
Heard I but, those silent breaths that came, same as what we expected

What apart from love is permanent, say you, say I?
Whispered she the saddest truth of her dying of cancer, and there the music stops
As she faints there comes her dad and takes her, God knows where?
He walks back and starts the music, as for him this day was just a nightmare after a good dream?
(He continues until the day when he gets a letter from her-RSVP-Route to sail and visit paradise)

VaishakSeetharam Dattani
११ माय 2013

Route to sail venice palace

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Route to Sail Venice Palace

Line of life, is drawn by him for all living being
And that is a two dimensional image, a meaningful scale
The line of his as it met with hers, born was a tale of love
Dancing to fur Elise, the infinite love ambigram was there born at Rome

A magic to the miracle of melodious music, happy couple were they
Never tied he her noilaa, for togetherness, a word of hope was fine a’time
Possessed they what so ever may be required to be a husband n’a wife
Though did not they acquire ownership of each others free to dome.

Made they the houses of clay, played they a family all day in wine
Gazed they together that wishing star, Crossed they together sky n Oceans
Plays of russe, holding shoulder and necks they played that beautiful dance
Through that kaleidoscope saw they that dream of togetherness again there

She has to marry someone, said once her mom, heard the same asked she why
Because you are a girl; from somewhere there came that reply
Asked she who is he? Dad Murmured in that dark background-Keep quiet!!!
Oh! No, She cried ;none other than him, begged she that while.

Who will support the fantasy of this lad, apart from him none did.
A million times told was she to forget that old fairy tale
Never will she, I bet the whole world bets with you
So she was given a memory eraser, and there she forgets all that past

A thousand miles apart send was she to her aunt
An unwritten story was told to be her faithful past
And nowhere did he exist ever in that rhyme of Rome
Mind she had died just, who would want to live without soul mate

A decade later comes she back to that old house where lives her dad
Sees that old album that had pictures that spoke aloud the forgotten chapters of love
Aura-whispered she as she recollected a history, that was hers and his story
Demands she to take her to where he lived so she could see that pigeons unread letters

An unopened purple embroidered cover, sealed a decade back receives she here written RSVP
Opens she there and finds a map-Route to Sail Venice Palace, and nothing to Repondez Sil Vous Plait
Sail aforth she to reach that final destination, why is it taking so long time, thinks she, thinks me
Fur Elise-that music, hears she, without a full stop, Ten years since those bells are ringing, runs she

To reach that hall where pin drop silence ashamed, as the melody stole the radius of that palace
The unwinding tone of perfection, breeze that shook them once upon a remarkable time
Rhythm had them applaud to the vibes of that golden era, close your eyes and see it once
A fairy tale written a decade ago revolves around their foreheads in slow motion.

With joy and merry round they go, piano still singing, forgetting all those pains that passed
Step by step they reach those unreachable stars, and gets up they, from where they did start
Her hairs then running through those semi grey hairs of his, tears of hers falls down
Weeps he aloud as his tears rested in her laps and slowly dried

Happiness dwelled as he made her remember
All those instances they danced in rain, and kissed in every lane
None can see such an emotional psychedelic trance, and so did not i
Heard I but, those silent breaths that came, same as what we expected

What apart from love is permanent, say you, say I?
Whispered she the saddest truth of her dying of cancer, and there the music stops
As she faints there comes her dad and takes her, God knows where?
He walks back and starts the music, as for him this day was just a nightmare after a good dream?
(He continues until the day when he gets a letter from her-RSVP-Route to sail and visit paradise)

VaishakSeetharam Dattani
११ माय 2013

Seven Seas Born Hence

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Seven Seas Born Hence…

Every corner of my heart, did I not search, my missing part ?
To find you somewhere close to me as once you were…
Came to know a little late my best friend ‘at you are in para…dise!
Sad was I for a long time since then, seven seas born hence.

Time flew so fast, I wish I could go back and change thee past
Heaven, may I not be able to reach, though someday we’ll for sure meet
The only wish, boon, if I get I would take back the 06:25 am of 11th March 2010
Because now I understand ‘at I am trapped and stuck, in this world of hate, all left to fate

Your love had I not taken for granted to put you off, though you taught me to live
As I was assured by giving the key to ‘at tattooed yin yang heart
Thinking of future, thinking of career, did I just push you away?
But had I been so sure, I swear, ‘at I‘ll be right back; Can you hear it 2008?

The lanes ‘at we went and time which we spent
Beaches and churches together we walked, showed all the times we cared
The good times you took with you, songs ‘at you sang and streets ‘at we ran
No one to replace your dance, no one will I ever give a chance

The unspoken words, the undone deeds, the unknown thoughts
Still I’m thinking- why it’s you and not me?
Am I taught the lesson of life or was I defeated or cheated…
God wouldn’t have taken u above if would have he known-

There is someone to love you more than how much he did.

So very selfish how can I be, to hope ‘at you could’ve been with me.

VaishakSeetharam Dattani
27/September/2012.

The Last Supper

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Far away in the hilltops of east, from where starts day and breeze
It was always a land of feast where dewdrops and mist lived apeace
There were just a very few to breathe along with our lad candle
With positive hopes who lived at this incredible mountain called as le sandal

Lush greenery in the west, this was always spoken by the whole globe
Posed like a queen for an artist to sketch the true stunning beauty
She was called cherish, filled with people who knew the art of love
Ruled following democracy by the exuberant young, king of kings named as champagne

Candle baked bread, made wine to cross her teenage and became a lady
Champagne fought the best ever battles of anno domini to become an adult
Good friends they were at the start, so decided everlastingly to be together
Hence tied the nuptial knot and rowed together the boat of the past

Pendulum rang twelve, a thousand times there after, time flew with high velocity
With one single heart and one single soul their joy knew no bounds
Holding her hips he showed her the farthest star in the darkest sky
Which was the brightest one that he promised for his love, his life?

It’s not question, but fact, how long’ll deux look into eyes & stand? –
“No” was voiceless at this shivery bleak weather in the palace of lure
So for them to experience, magic of warmth they were in one blanket
As promised by King she was shown the stars, taking her to moon

Touring Paradise, her dream came true by repeating previous phrases again and again
Candle gave him the priceless gift, the present to present her the honeymoon
Locking their lips, hugging at their wish they sipped the tulip of champagne
Beneath the low lit candle, perfection of romance like the names of cherish

All kites that touched horizon has touched the shrubs one day or other
All the blossomed red roses had faded and fallen lastly to the soil
Even the plumy apple had reached the ground to teach us universal law
But Gravitation is not responsible for one falling in love, though everything else

Seeing the love of young Bloods, the Adam and Eve of living decade
Goddess whispered in couple’s ears to understand the transition that happened in years
Invite for dinner at heaven on fullmoon day after eleven stars, up there
Munch the courses, With all you want in the granite table close away

Leaving everything they waited for the Dragon Bird, their flight to the Paradise
Waited all way just for them to make their spirits mate and fascinate
Ready as told were the dishes, all those spicy and sour ones parfait
Only the dessert was she requested to bake for all angels to taste

With Sharpened diamond ring, waist string and emerald anklet she looked real princess
They had it up to their fill in the pond of roman perfume
Without Belladonna her pupils expanded, her flesh Blushed and she rised to crescendo
Leaving behind the priceless wounds in his, arms, feet and maw avec pleasure

He forgot one thing, the ancestral past and ate the bright red apple
Which made him pale and tell candle that he’d to stay here always?
The dessert she made tasted bitter because of the tears that she mixed
The tale of recent past she remembered to confirm she’s expecting, to champagne

She wanted to be in heaven, residence of king, by taking her life
But God had to make her understand the reason why is she born
Tick by Tick the waiting of our candle did conclude all nine months
And the day before Christmas she fell in the stable of raw grasses

Sheep’s and Goats with horses and cows, heard her helpless cry in rain
With thunder and lightning night showed her its true face, dream to nightmare
Born on Christmas Eve was this kid with cuts on arms and feet
She wondered was it champagne’s rebirth or someone who had wounds at death

Truth

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Millions of steps have the humans walked so far
Billions of divine songs have they expressed so forth
Ask thy conscience which of ’em is true messages to God
Be aware if spoken only from vital part you can touch one’s heart

The good God gave chance for the even the stone and diamond
The unique risk, possibility of occurrence as a human being
Thus begging and praying from rise to set of the heating mass
The non-living creatures got sovereignty to rule entire globe

As our ancestors touched their right feet on this heavenly planet
Forefathers forgot their past; they began inventing and cheating
A pinch of gold and an inch of land became our weakness from that day
Till this day when relations are just for name and friends for some sake

From barter to charter the world changed and continues to…
Yet the tradition of saluting the flag and lighting the lamp remains same
God is remembered now and will be worshipped always
By various names and faces in different religions and continents

He is here and he is there and he is everywhere seeing everything
Whether you earn or learn, you have to bid bye once
It’s utter waste to be sad or to cry at that moment
For the reason you’ve brought nothing, so you’ll take also nothing

Mother is Love

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The world framed red heart as sign of affection
But I grew up trusting mother as symbol of love and attachment
For some she is the one who gave birth to God’s invention
Though others consider planet earth and mother country the enlightment

As a crawling baby she gave me a worthy name
And as a walking kid she guided me right towards light
Her correction and inspiration gifted me glory and fame
Which I consider will surely make my future bright

Rhythm of Lullaby she sang is a present to my ears
The dishes that she baked has enhanced my taste buds
As I got up from the cradle she wiped my tears
God is love and love is mother; so she is the living goddess

From childhood she taught me the meaning of love and hate
As well as the bliss of granting and satisfaction of donating
All these accounts for a smile at all times on my face
Because I realized much earlier life isn’t earning, it’s all loving

My legs paced short distances to gain money and wealth
The chapter which made me a sick patient
She ran miles to ensure me good health
No words can thank her for treating me with such patience

I am ready to kneel or to bow throughout my life
In order to express my sorry and thank you in delight
Love is the symbol of peace, so mother is love
Life is giving and lending, so mother is life

Beats of a Broken Heart

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Memories Fade, so do we forget to remember?
Magical Past, where we jointly tasted bitterness of our tears.
Medicines heal, but can it cure wounds of a broken heart?
Mistaken understanding, which caused uncompromising separation.

A soft touch, a gentle hug and the tastiest kiss at happiest times!
A mug of cold coffee and everything we shared looking at ones eyeball.
A nightmare for eve, which was a day dream for Adam a little while after!
A second or its fraction, which made bonded fusion into collided fission.

Nicest sleep, on the lad’s finest laps, which was the chap’s bed of roses;
New sense, may be sixth or seventh, unless hidden thorns created incisions.
Nostalgia echoed, in couple’s ears, day and night, once at least, when winked;
Notion, each had about other, was changed, and never can be changed again.

Intelligence judged at past was replaced by stupidity as a result, and,
Innocence transformed to guilt, love into hate, and dimple to wrinkle and so on.
In this regard, formers sweat was amended from fragrance to odor, and,
Is anything more needed? That’s the end of psychic game, Love.

Something, indescribable through words, made them think in vain…
Seaside they had spent together, but, suicide they’d to do alone at a time.
So that day, zigzag rhythm of both hearts became a straight line…
Same day, when two coffins were buried under six feet of sludge.

Hell was the destiny, where they were traumatized to feel their cherished ones presence-
Hastiness in temperament, made them absolve apiece, on no account overlook each other.
Henceforth, the chapter of celebrations, was opened afresh, at the place of torment –
Happy hours, instigated, valuing ones soul, they adored the double, one another’s intuition.

Arrogance of both vanished; they treasured ones disposition, attitude and aptitude…
At last, the duo’s affection pitched from ground to pinnacle in a short instance.
A love where cadaver even can’t be seen or touched, but can be felt…
And thus a transformation of hell to heaven happened as true love was formed

Memories of my Schooldays

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The droplets of rain touched forehead
I knew it’s time for me to move ahead
With new books and uniforms
To a place of roses and thorns

The droplets of tears fell from my eyes
Though my heart felt as if in ice
Boasting of the tour I went
This was the life’s unforgettable event

The classes which we bunked
And the candies that we munched
Has the delicious taste
Which no recipes can ever bake

Some knew the art of acting
Others knew the art of tacting
For me being the gardens rose
I knew the art of adjusting with thorns

My parents knew my school ’an me
As they came often for answering my good deeds
One of the best days I remember
With smiling lips and watery eyes

Creating a defeat into a victory
Trying to make a fine history
With less pains and sorrows
The journey of my life follows

My First Love

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Her dimple cheeks and the staring eyes
Stole the simple mind and heart of an ice
Her attitude and the robust expressions
Roused me from solitude and depressions

The fortnight of winter we spent together
Had paved the way for me to get her
From dawn to dusk we missed each other
And by autumn we named our missing as love

Day by day the year came to an end
But second by second our love had deepened
Holding hands we walked in evening twilight
Hoping no strength can ever separate our might

But the force of separation broke the unbreakable bond
Signed by the two poles of the magnet
There shed a silent tear from the little hearts
Having the bitterness of an affection of a thousand years

Rays of light from east gave birth to a new day
The unexpected day which we’d to bid bye
Signing the autographs as remembrance for photographs
She whispered, depicting her friendship for me

As carved on rock, she carved in my heart
The three little words –Forget me not
The worthy idea which we promised to keep
If either would have a kid will be named after

Never then I had the chance of meeting the pupil of innocence
Nor had the courage of speaking to the young princess
The rest is left to fate or God’s grace
Longing to make my sweet heart, the queen of my heart