The hue and a cry
over a fry
causes me to sigh.
The noise and the din
keeps one under the bin
as it is akin to the rattle of a tin.
The wails and the trails
emanate due to the trials
strike like a gale.
The ebb and flow
of the ocean in a slow
warns of a terrible blow.
The unusual over the usual
does not hover over the casual
it is being an unforeseen ritual.
Tides ebb and flow
tales come with a glow.
The felicity of narration
goes beyond comprehension.
A striking feature in the milieu
is the interludes in a queue.
Within and without
they endear us all throughout.
The skill lies on the weave
nothing falls out of the sieve.
As the gripping tale unravels
the listener remains baffled.
It crosses rivers and oceans
mounts up the mountains and bastions.
The ears compete with the eyes
an enigmatic tussle based not on lies.
Just as the tides wash up the shore
the tales dispel the boredom in course..
I read the story of John.
His life is inspiring I wish to imbibe
A story of a man in 1830’s
I am astounded.
He suffered so much in his prime
He was declared insolvent. It was a manipulated attempt.
His foes won.
He appealed and restored his pride.
He did not wish to stay in his country.
Set sail to a distant land
with his wife and three kids.
It was a journey that lasted 130 days.
He worked with diligence. Struggled.
His unstinted tries made him a millionaire.
Earned fame. His publications grew .
He became a baron.
He went back to his motherland.
Paid his creditors the principal with interest.
I admire the man. My heart goes out to him.
I salute his greatness. His integrity is honourable. A few are there.
Such men are rare. A few we find.
May their tribe increase.
Mix and stir
simple and common
a process ordinary
performed time and again
in kitchens, as you would expect.
I would say not only there,
but in venues otherwise
where the mixture undergoes
a transformation unexpected
turns into rumours, slanders
and lies- a cover up to the sham
and imbecility concealed carefully
under the blanket of ingenuity.
A day of no events
just the dawn and the dusk
seemed to pass off seamlessly
when a sudden jolt unheard,
unseen and unexperienced
created a shudder so rude,
nothing internally as one would anticipate
being a deafening thunder with
a blinding lightning followed by a downpour
that fell as a sheet of rain almost impenetrable
a frightening night it was all the same
as the rains lashed out with a noise
rattling over the roof, striking the window panes
flooding the land, inundating the low areas
terrible as such, disastrous and bewildering.
Two little sparrows
hop together and play
in the garden.
They trot across in joy
skip over the flower beds
picking the pollens.
In the backyard,
a bowl of rice is kept
in a bowl.
at times raw
as a feed.
Both hurry to the yard
fly around the bowl
and settle down.
I see them through the glass
never do I open the door,
I stay in till they finish.
it is a pleasure
to see them enjoy
I never miss out.
Not that it is a charity
or philanthropy of great
a small act very replenishing.
A break in the middle
be it to a twig
Could not be the same
be it to a bone
A snap in a career
be it voluntary or unexpectedly
has its impact: good or bad.
The way you see it
sets the ball rolling
would take you to the goal.
I might be too preachy, nevertheless,
it is how one has to go about.
Accept the dictum and move ahead.
No more pain or fear
we have to live the life
with a meaning and for a purpose.
Haphazard in her fits
clumsy in her manners,
she minds, not a bit
never she is a planner
takes life in the ride
moves cheerful among all.
One day she turns a bride
stands very elegant and tall
beautiful in her bridal costumes.
She looks around with delight,
smiles coyly at her hubby
neat, organised and bright
she is slightly chubby
awesome, is it not?
I admire her transformation
striking difference.Is it not?
I watch her with rapt attention.
Went to sleep early that day
quite unusual in a way.
Woke up in the morning to the news
shocking and sudden. Could it be a ruse?
The currencies of denominations
500 and 1000 have undergone a ramification.
The overnight announcement
brought a denouement .
Ushered in an era of digitalisation
no more of cash in circulation.
A blow to the super rich
who hastily tried to ditch.
Loads of those notes
remain without a note.
Will the demonetization
clean the Indian nation?
A move to unearth black money
done in a way discreet, not funny.
Many detractors call it uncivilised
not those who are dignified.
Feeling envy is in the blood.
The grudge that comes up
needs no reason whatsoever.
The expression overcomes the analysis
being solely out of greed.
Nay not be it also the competence
that holds a larger share.
The thought of not able to achieve as much.
The feeling of not equalling the physical looks.
The desire to outsmart and out beat a success
all these go to bring in the hot jealousy
the way in and the way out this goes along
day in and day out this happens
being impossible to smother the claim
the spurt of unusual feel happens all of a sudden
this spontaneous and that which had been inherent
along with the one that has been accumulating with the years
bursts out unimaginably creating a dire consequence
condemn it to as jealousy and go your way.