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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.

 

 

 

 

 

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Shadow


Two oxen  carry the yoke i stride
 One pulls out  the consequence
turns horrible to behold,  As always,
a volunteer overshadows the reluctant.

My existence is in the threshold
Like what I dislike, accept ‘what 
I cannot, a resignation I adopt 
to live in peace.

Comparing myself to an artist
 who plays second fiddle, I 
 propose and depose  that 
 which I can and cannot.

Rivers flow towards the sea,
never they do return, Similar 
be my procedure  as I continue 
never once turning back,

From where I came 
has become obsolete,  while
where I live  has become 
strikingly essential,

This being my progress
moving without a focus 
like a mid noon shadow  
 the one that is the shortest.

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Hinduism To Me


Deigning Infinity with costumes,
 adorning with jewels,
 decorating the premises,
addressing them with names
 some take the male form
 others the female part,

Wealth giver is Lakshmi
 Saraswathi denotes knowledge,
 Valour is that of Parvathi,
 Shiva is the Destroyer,
 Protection  goes to Vishnu
 Brahma assumes the role of creator.

Addressing each of them
 singing their praises in verses,
Sahasaranamams, pasurams.
 viruthams, songs, written 
by scholars come in handy
 while praying to God.

The worship focuses on wishes
 one of” what I want”,  Personifications 
facilitate an easy approach, directing 
the requirement to the specified  ones,
Celebrations, continue day in and day out
with a pious rendition of slokams
performance of yagams

Ruled by faith, Hinduism 
thrives  embracing universality,
 preaching tolerance and fortitude
cautioning the Hindus  against 
atrocities and malpractices 
eliciting Karma  and its aftermath.

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Aiyo! Aiyo!


Sweating profusely
 I wipe my  face
 with the sari pallu
Dong goes the bell
tucking the  sari
around my hip
 I rush to the door.

Shabby, unkempt
with my hair 
flying in directions,
the end piece of the sari 
wet with my sweat
adds to the disorder
disgusting  and repelling!

 Dressed  in choice outfits
 poised and elegant , a lovely 
smile  lit large, a dainty
lady and  her stylish husband 
cross past me . I see myself
in the mirror on the opposite wall.

A phantom like reflection,
 a ghastly figure, attired 
 in the most hopeless way
the big  round  black eyes 
keep rolling like an unfocused 
lens. gasping I murmur, 
What a contrast!  Aiyo!

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A Little Of My Family -Three Sisters


A tall, fair Meenakshi
 the first of three sisters
talks straight to the face
 cares for none, an erect 
lady, senior to the other two, 
almost like a mother.

Saraswathi, mildly fair,
 possesses  an admirable figure 
 a stickler to principles .
sharp witted and smart 
speaks with incisive 
 penetration, 

The last one, gentler 
than the elder ones
kind hearted, eloquent 
plays with words, impregnated 
with sensibilities, pleasant 
in her looks named  Rukmini.

Born to an illustrious father
 who endows them with
 sound mind, material  and money
all too much, enable them to wallow 
in wealth and spirit, bowing to 
none whosoever.

The three sisters, 
 known for their unity 
once,  acclaimed for their 
disparity later, live with 
a single thought in mind, 
they being the fortunate 
daughters of a great man.

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Getting Back


A rush and a push starts, 
 Navaratri is at the door,
 Diwali  is round the corner.

Cloth shops are invaded.
 Groceries make hay.
Gold  turns crazy,

Men swipe the card 
lines appear in the forehead,
 as they check the bank balance,

 Women scout and search
engage in a buying spree
ticking  the items bought,

Children’s intercept now and then 
seems most unholy by the parents. 
 They  keep harping in spite of threats.

An annual  celebration dithers 
the apprehension  so far prevalent  
ushering  a  jubilation long awaited.

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Truth, Satyam, Meyyam


 The hymns and psalms 
found in Hindu scriptures.
reflect on infinity.
 Bhagavad Gita extols 
righteousness,. Lord Krishna 
 speaks  eloquent sitting 
in a chariot.

The dancing Nataraja 
in Chidambaram dictates 
verses to saint  Manickavasagar.
waxing elaborately on  the Universe 
 which has no beginning  nor an ending.
 being a thesis on Hinduism 
.
Lord Ganesa breaks his tusk 
 to write the story of Mahabharata  
as told by Vyasa , propagating 
the faith that good succumbs to 
evil finally emerges successful.
It is Sanatana dharma  that Hinduism
 elicits.- Truth,  Satyam in Sanskrit,
Meyyam in Tamil.

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A Week Of Difference


 stepping out of the gate
 feel a jerk seeing the thoroughfare
 men racing in cars,
 bikes fleeing in speed
 auto rickshaws flying  in all directions 
I pull my foot in,

Unable to draw my feet out
 I stay put inside,
peeking through the  brass rods
 holding them tight.  An unknown fear
pervades as I stare at the road. 
One and a half year of imprisonment 
has turned me a  recluse.

Gathering myself I walk out
 still nervous, Everything 
seems new. I stagger, My eyes 
 give out as they express an astonishment 
seeing so many on the road  not having 
 crossed one of them this eighteen months.

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Meaningless Jab


Something is missing
I do not know what it is
I seek and strive
 nothing comes out in five.

Something has gone wrong
I do not know what it could be
I try and explore
 nothing comes out in four.

It is something that throbs
I do not know what it is
I  attempt to flee
nothing comes out in three.

It is something that oppresses
I do not  know what it could be 
I search to find the clue
nothing comes out in two,

Something lets me down
I do not know what it is
I feel I am done
Nothing comes out in one.

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Wet Clothes Off Season


The drizzle and the rain
 the light shower  and heavy downpour
 intermittent and lasting
 make the days essentially chaotic.

With the sun always raging high
wet  clothes  are hung  in the exterior 
 ensuring   a quicker  dry up, this 
seasonal break outs render a curb.

Clouds gather in haste , the sky 
grows dark, a prelude to rains
being visible, I stand in my backyard
 assessing the  weather.

With a pail of washed clothes in one hand,
I  step in and out pushing ‘the door ajar  with the other
not wishing to spread them in the cloth strings
 that  crosses my enclosed  backyard.

I might sound foolish to many of you but that is how I am made off, an exposure to warmth,  I feel, drives the moisture away.  extends a freshness,a straightening , an appearance  of grandeur.
the starched clothes 

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Still Night


The clock strikes 10,
The stillness, the night 
turning pitch dark turns 
 me sleepy

Brushing aside the slumber
 I sit  staring at the sky
absolutely black 
with no stars twinkling.

it is great, I sense 
 a feel of tranquility 
a sort of peace, one 
of joy,

While the external  grows
 thicker in darkness
 an enlightenment  strikes 
 I straighten up in anxiety.

The perfect silence
instructs me to be modest,
 moderate, not to succumb
 to the chaotic bustle,I am in.