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Holidays


Holidays are anyone’s love.

For me they are to a place,

a hill station, Coonoor

year after year.

 

Nothing can I say

to mom and dad

they being known

for strictness to the end.

 

The annual school year vacation,

two months of  April and May,

I spent in the quiet town

punctuated by walks.

 

Mom’s soups and salads

trigger the appetite as the

vegetables are from

the kitchen garden which she nurtures.

 

Enjoyable  in a way, I admit.

My cheeks turn pink, a welcome outcome.

The weather is salubrious

the environment appeals and appeases.

 

Monotony  does exist at times,

but the pleasantness excels.

The break inspires and the joy

I experience  knows no bounds.

 

 

 

 

 

He Is That Way


It does happen
a misplacement
and a search,
even to the so called
meticulous.

Being easy to preach
than perform
one does go on a
harangue.

Stating the importance
of filing , maintaining records
a very interesting
presentation.

When the one who says so
misses a letter, it is not
he to blame but those around
who stand accused.

To be certain in all respects
the ones which bring accolades
are his own, those which
fall short are because of others.

What an outcome anyway,
with the kin accepting
the shortcomings with
a resignation.

Else there would arise
a confrontation
leading to a turmoil,
an unpleasant dilemma

Life Never Waits


flows steadily
it is next, the one
after and goes
like a chain unending.

Mine is getting busier
day by day, running from
one end to the other
for the reasons familiar
a requirement.

It is a chase, I should
say, almost fanatic,
for what I have to admit,
an effort to earn revenue
to keep the hearth burning.

Apprehensive of properties
slip off from hold, I keep
vigil. If I take life easier
fortunes will desert me
having lost a considerable,

I am a backpacker,
travelling in all modes
fly, sail, drive, Doing all
possibilities except walking
which has become difficult.

So, away I am , nowhere
for a long time. Unorganized,
mixing the one for the other,
a sojourn crowded with
confrontations and complications.

Breezy Raga


A breeze like sound
a humming I hear,
turns elaborate
melodious and divine.

Flows mellifluous,
hear no single false note
seamless it evolves
goes up to the brink.

Stays there for awhile,
balancing in a way
comes down patiently
ends in the bass.

I guess the raga,
Kamboji in full bloom
melts the heart
elevates the soul.

Does breeze blow
singing the raga?
Is it my obsession.
I am unable to distinguish

A Penalty


In a haste,
I open my store
take the provisions,
slam the door
lock it in a hurry,
run to the kitchen.

The milk is rising
near to boil over
I race to switch
off the stove, sit
cross legged with “aruvalmanai”
the Indian cutting equipment,

Start to cut the vegetables.
onions, spinach and garlic.
My eyes turn watery
fingers start to burn,
while I get ready for
preparing lunch.

I forget to take rice
go back to the store.
The door does not open,
seems grim, I manipulate t
he lock poses adamant,
I call the carpenter.

The mulish door stays firm.
He bangs the lock,
drives the spanner
through the hole,
no way, the lock poses tough.
He deliberates for a time.

Returns to work
with a hammer.
Finally releases the lock
by breaking the head.
The lock becomes useless.
He fixes a new lock.

What a tedium
and expenditure
I sigh!. Well, a full
one thousand and sixty
rupees gone, being
the payment for
my folly.

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These Should Not Happen


Catastrophe everywhere.
Nature is doing its best
adding misery and mishap.

Australia is burning
bush fire in all areas.
Many get killed.

Arctic blast
pounds heavy
temperature plummets.

U.S and Canada
encounter heavy
snow fall. Four killed

Hong Kong is ablaze
protests resound.
Two or more killed.

Impeachment Inquiry
of trump begins
in United States.

Winter is going
to be bleak. Calamities
on the anvil.

Cup Cakes’ Siblings


Know nothing about baking,
being a stickler to Indian
way of cooking. a vegetarian
from birth, aspiring to become
a vegan.

I have seen eggs, not
touched them. Amazed
to know about the eggs
participation in baking
cakes.

My granddaughter,
a thirteen year old
does many wonders.
Bakes delicious cakes,
cup cakes, iced cakes
lo ! I go astray.

I do not know
the different forms
and the names
attributed to them.
she does with an artistic
instinct, Colourful blend
with an aesthetic sense.

My grandchildren
tease me. laugh
at my naivety,
They enjoy fun
at my expense.
Wide eyed I view
her presentations,

A solace I experience,
is that they do not go beyond
eggs found in cakes. A tradition
they follow scrupulously.
Apparent, the custom
has got embedded
in the family.

One of A Common Breed


That one my cook
had been with me
for ten years,in an
impulse calls quit..
Taken by surprise.
I fail to seek
the reason.

He is temperamental
goes off his head.
turns quarrelsome
finds fault with
fellow workers.
Fights with them.
Screams and yells.

He is an expert cook
prepares dishes
in no time and for
any number of people
these being the reasons
I put up with his impudence.

He complains of leg pain
high blood pressure,
giddiness, what not
and what else
he could think off.
Sounds crazy.

I speak to the Doctor
fix an appointment
He refuses to meet him.
Packs his bags.Walks
out brusquely,
oblivious to two
decades treatment
of kindness and care.

I