Too Many Cooks Stir.


Six Degrees By Blogadda -A New Technique.
 It is an  innovative attempt: Eight bloggers  put their heads together and write. Three teams have conceptualized the three  stories. It is an amazing effort. Teamwork has its drawbacks as well  found at random in places.
“The Awakening ” is a science fiction. The Earth’s Ozone is endangered by human greed.
 The Gray Aliens wish to destroy the Earth. The Peacekeeping Aliens who are in the crowd, have forgotten their mission. Their memories are revived by inserting a metal, galladium  on their forehead. They chant before the 3 D image of the earth and save the land from destruction. Shekhar Dutta personifies greed.
It is an exaggeration unbelievable.
“The Entangled Lives”  makes big of the Disassociative Identity Disorder.The revelation, the murder and the surrender lead us to a despair. The incidents haunt  us  for a while.Then they fade. It is designed that way. The plot is built around Shekhar’s let go attitude. He deserts Rekha, after having fathered Cyrus.Vengeance is the theme
There is a missing integral of veracity in the characters in general and the plot in particular.
 A resignation dawns that it is but  a story, anyway.
“The Missing journey” misses its way halfway through. The  struggle of Gays both physically and mentally is seen at length.
The medical anomaly of Duodenal Artesia found in children which subsequently leads to Down Syndrome: a reference  brought in seems strained. The characters, DR Ahuja and DR Padnis  take us for a ride.
All the three fail to engage  and capture the attention.
Happy endings are those of Fairy Tales .
These three entries conclude on a cheerful note. I smile.
Not much can I express?
6 Degrees – Game of Blogs Book Review.

Man and Birds–A Study.


It was a morning
I was watching the birds.
Fascinated by two of them
I followed their moves.

One was white
had a red beak.
The other was pitch dark
with a yellow beak.

The two:
kept company all through
flew together always
landed in style.

The one tweeted
coo,coo
the other replied
hoo, hoo.
They made merry
all throughout.

The black and the white
lived in peace.

On to Humanity:

Men shoot each other
Colours play the card
Status marks the distinction.
Religion divides.

Won’t we learn forever?
from the birds
or from the animals
the value of unity

Never will we?
We kill, hurt
torment and destroy.

Hatred and vengeance run deep.
Peace is not in sight.

The Release Of Kabali


A call
woke me up in the morning.

It was  my maid
who complained of chest pain.
She wanted to stay at home
needed permission.
I said “take care”
in all good faith.

I lay disturbed
the day ahead
has turned difficult
not knowing much more
would follow

The phone rang
the gardener called
“amma, I fell down
have hurt my right knee
I cannot move.”

I advised
“rest your leg”
with a concern.

It is going to be hectic
I said to myself
and walked to my kitchen.

While preparing my tea
I heard the phone ring.
The driver’s number flashed,
amma, he addressed me
coughing terribly,
I felt it is better to
grant him leave
for a day.

Oh, hell, a tough going!
I sat down with the newspaper
while sipping my tea
the phone rang again.
A faithful man, my watchman
who seldom
takes leave greeted me
vanakkam, amma
I asked him appa,
what is the matter?

He replied demurely
amma, my son has taken
my bicycle. I cannot walk
all the way. So, please
excuse me.

What has happened?
Why do all of them
want a holiday?.
I sat wondering.

Well,
it was the release
of RajniKanth’s Kabali.
They would flock to the theatre
to watch the premier show.

I smile all knowinglyKabali
What a hold the actor has?

Old Natham Road- A Snapshot.


The cows cross  the road
eat from the dustbin
 a healthy diet.
 The bikes speed
with more than two on the pillion
wearing no helmets.
.
 The buses ply up and down
 tens  hanging  on the steps
unaware of the danger.
 The cars race
to catch an appointment
a great going.
 Hawkers walk,
looking around for buyers
a selling technique.
None follow  rules
nor think of others
 that be the hub
 all through the day
a snapshot of my road
throughout the year.

The Cuckoo Coos.


A cuckoo coos
from dawn to dusk
similar to a truce
hailing her mate.

I open my door in the morning
walk through the garden
hear the cuckoo singing
a song of love.

I stay there for a while
mind, not the chill air
the melody is in style
classical in a stretch.

The Cuckoo pleads
expressing her desire
from the reed
sighing intermittently.

It is heart-rending to hear
the ecstatic rendition
impregnate with emotions
one of a lovelorn anthem.

Life is A Dream


The taunts
do not dissuade Veda.
The hurt deep
leaves not a scar.

Veda extols a confidence
outstretches not too much
accepts the good with grace
and the bad with equanimity
faces humiliations with a fortitude,
comes out of struggles unscathed.

Her inimitable drive
to acquire knowledge
clubbed with
her passion for writing
has earned her a reward.

The way Veda sees life
differs from the rest
she looks at the stars
when others ride through the dust.

An ever hopeful girl, Veda
never loses heart and cheer
laments, not for the lost
cherishes what is at hand.

She accepts life
with a twinkle in her eyes
quotes,
” a bird in the hand
is worth two in a bush.”

Nice to have her as a friend
great to hold her hands and run
fun to be with her through
thick and thin.

She sings with blithe
Lewis Carroll”s
“Life is but a dream”!
in full-throated ease.

The Elephantine.


The elephant
moves into the waters
goes to the middle
into the depth
looks around.

Seeing none
she swims, makes merry,
then straightens up
pours water over her
enjoys herself
the bath
stretches for hours.

The stream remains silent,
rambles not whatsoever,
as if in fear.

The elephant crosses
to the other side,
The waters turn murky.

All through the sojourn,
the lotus floats timidly,
the fish plunge deep,
the frogs  suppress their croak.

The buzzing bees and the
flying grasshoppers have disappeared.
The winds refrain from blowing.

Silence pervades.

Be it an
anthem in an apprehension
turns out to be  an homage
to the biggest animal.

Peace Untold


Back at home
I stay inside

None around me
I stay alone.

The parlour looks gorgeous,
I enjoy in solitude.

The patio is noiseless,
I inhale serenity.

The garden is heavenly
I perceive beauty.

The kitchen is quiet
I feel happy.

Infinite occupies in proportion
I am impressed.

No boundaries
to circumspect.
I am thrilled.

I experience tranquillity
empowering itself- an excitement
in all dimensions.

Emphatic is the presence
one of peace,
resonates in a melody.

Imbibe I the solace
one of beatitude,
resurrects a grace.

 

A Call For Truth.


They crowd in the streets
talk in a low voice
Is there anything around?
they crave for news,
exclaim
Is it really?

Sieving through the imperfections
digging into the debris, he cries.
“Oh! she is a pervert.
Really, is she so?.
Well, she looks deviant
you know. Strange.

I know the woman. She is restless.
Strange? Sure. But, perverted?
She embodies innocence.

The gossip flares up.Spreads like fire
I vouch for her innocence.

Lo! She dies before she is exonerated.
Words are powerful. Pen is mightier than sword
Lies kill. That which does no harm is truth.

Refrain from telling lies. Do not evince interest
on something not pleasant.
Give peace a chance, embrace all with love
all are God’s children.

(The way I felt after reading a poem)

 

The Lovely Moon.


The moon in the sky
shines steadfast
with a pleasant  smile.

I wish to touch her
knowing  full she is unreachable.

Her milky fluffy exteriors
look imposing and imperious.

Enticing she is.

Passing my fingers
over her smooth demeanour
while so in an imagination
provokes nothing promiscuous
instead, proposes a sobriety.

Her  luminosity is  brilliant,
not anyway, blinding
a blend of
brightness and  solemness
a graceful shine she extends.

I gaze at her.
Know not how long.
I stand still,
diffident to move.