tamil poem

VIshal poem in tamil about muruga

Tuyarilla Thooya,

Manatthil maaya,

Gunatthil aaya,

Nalathil neya,

Madhathil paaya,

Murugan ponnadi,

En kanavil naan thozha,

Enna vindai iduvo,

En senthil velava, saranam, saranam.

URDU SHAYARI -MONSOON MELODIES

mausam emaam hai suhaani,

munaam pyasi mehr shahadi,

gaayak gayen barsaat shayari,

mansukh honge baawari sonpari.

ehsaas jashn ki mohal idhar,

muskaan gagang footi aawaaz udhar.

imli, chameli hariyaali sabhi,

khet anaaz rehen prafulla bhari.

aankhen tarsein  fakir is mehmaan,

justhadoor hain keshav rehmat salaam

Nutshell meaning:

The weather is pleasant. The poet in me is thirsty to write this poem. Singers sing in praise of this beauty and the delighted birds sing beautifully. This is the tone set for perfect celebration, it looks as though there is a thunderous laughter in nature. All the trees and creepers are green, the fields filled with golden grains. My eyes are yearning to see this as I pass through, the perfect symphony of Krishna and the nature, universally in peace.

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vishal's laurel in music

SMARANAM -THE MUSIC AND SCIENCE
vishaal's prelude to this musical album:

Music is said to be a feeling that can penetrate into the soul, and cleanse our karma. But, today’s world ,it is more about melody or gamut of arithmetic in swaras and brigas. SMARANAM, is the reason to enthral people about the magic of sheer vibrations emanating in the words in Sanskrit, braj bhasha, tamil and Malayalam. Words are bundled in such a way that it follows an analogy of  mapping , including the molecular vibrations in space.

Each word, matches each molecular movement, that persists in big form of waves, in phonal,tonal,nasal and verbal octaves, resulting in mind and atma synchronization.

Hence, SMARANAM is the result of my understanding of molecular physics , in the form of musical waves and sounds.

The collection of this musical album is a humble journey with my dear friends and their camaraderie in singing it and tuning the lyrics.

SCIENCE IDEAS

Written in 8 years

Algae fuel process

 

 Algae fuel is now the best source for personal use in factories and restaurants. There are various options like Bio diesel, Bio oil base , but algae fuel is much better since it is recycling of wastes. These days, we don't see fresh water at all, so fresh water plants are very rare. But, the meagre source is a major source of fuel.

Algae fuel as waste:-

 Algae waste is one thing that can be favourable to bring energy. There are certain conditions that we can adhere to:-

 Algae should be from fresh water plants, especially in pond lily and lotus . Their bay should be broad and wide.

They are normally seen in huge avalanche of green layers. These leaves should be first processed to be dried out of moisture. Well, a good amount of nitric oxide can be used in the form of gas to process these leaves. After this, fetch these algae in a crushing blade to crush and extract oil from them. This is in a specific lipid content and it is eco-friendly.

 
Animal waste:-

My next is to use animal waste. A good amount of animal fat should be to bring fuel in the most simple method. Let us use ammonia along with chlorine called ammonium chloride to clear germs. This process can completely cleanse the impurities in these skin loads. These animal waste is from sheep skin , in large numbers, which can yield huge quantity of broth. other options can be goat skin too. once this can be thrashed in a thrashing machine , the disinfected. skin can produce broth in a lipid state

 Processing:-

Once both the lipids are extracted , put them to use by combining them. Pour them into two different tanks . when they are allowed to flow at uniform portion through an inlet pipe into a huge tank, it is a good mixture of both these lipids to form algae broth fuel, ready to be used to generate power .

gitanjali- a tribute to Tagore in his poem -Death

Tribute to Gitanjali-Vishal

 

joy of love

 

death.. bygone dots of rising sunset.

Death lived once lost,I see no pain,

I bold sow my seeds of wiles and tiles,

moist in cool breeze , shimmering in light,

I don the voice of the destiny, as my sober sobs,

forlorn and coy in forbid cinnamon scent of agony,

we are pines of aligned minds in silent zipped mouth,

oh' I wonder how I gorge on death, in my dreams,

I see no fear, nay not feel fear, but I viciously roll fear,

in dim quilt of Zia moulded simmers , ailing lullabies,

all as big big ripe jamuns of estuary in pity,

bonded somewhere is the soul to our body,

but, can the body see the soul in direct iris poise,

yo, if fussy oyster of pearls are strung as beads,

can we occult the string as hidden reeds?

we ought to see the leisure in death,

as eternal peace, most kindled in sorrow.

road to life is long and jogs high in torrents,

are nightmares to culminate,

but, ultimatum is death. the rigid etios of  diffident wounds,

me, is very punched on generous pride,

die, is in turn, strides of blended humility,

thou shall ride on death, if thou can find solace,

in my vest of life , I nurture presence of my golden feet,

I see my lord in the glow of his unnerved bliss,

bow to thee, I am but once again hoping to act,

as death winning mortals, do we ever miss this?