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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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Basket Full


Opening my back yard
I find two ripe mangoes
on my doorstep.

I bend to pick them
two more falls
on my head.

Gathering myself
I turn in
to get a basket.

Three more knock
me down. Beaten up
almost everywhere,

I rush to the kitchen
take a big basket, hoping
to collect a basket full

Lo! no more fruits
the tree stays still
I get back with
quarter basket full.

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The Five Cousins


occupy the
front row, stand prominent
in a picture while others
remain insignificant.

One little girl sharp and sensitive
holds her sisters’ pavadai,
while the sister plays
with her ear rings

looking elsewhere, lost in her thoughts
The other pair of siblings
the eldest one, a determined
lass has a firm grip

on the three year old
who wears a frock, unlike others.
Her round eyes telling
of her status timid and soft.

The biggest of the group,
stands tall, she being
an authoritarian fit to be
a leader.

This picture, lands in my phone
unexpectedly, serves as a premonition
to what the kids would turn
in the later years.

The best part being
each one grows up and lives
exactly as the evocative
picture portrays.

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Adi Perukku


A day of significance,
of prosperity with manifold
increase in growth, AdI Perukku,
falls on the eighteenth day
of the month of Adi.

The day begins with
early morning bath
in the rivers,. Flowers, fruits,
betel leaves, areca nuts are left
in the waters as offerings to River God.

Rains have set in. Cultivation
commences, Rice, millets, grains
are sown. Farming activities buzz.
to the noise of the tractor, the sound
of manuring, folk songs keep merry.

With the belief and trust
in God the farmers engage
in hard work. The next few months
will turn demanding, The farmers
have to sweat it ou.t

Minding not the toil
the farmers tend to the crops
with faith. To them it is an year’s
earning, The river streams
with the flowers afloat.

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Pradosham


Shiva and Parvathi
dance between the horns
of Nandi,

three hours before sunset
on the thirteenth day
after full and New moon.

The Gods assemble in Heaven
to witness the Sandhya
Tandavam.

The couple dance joyously
this day, known as
Pradosham.

These hours grant
an opportunity to remove
sins, the negative karma

or karmic energies get eliminated,
extending the potential to perform
and attain Moksha.

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The Bodhi Tree


Sitting on the steps of my home
a long time favourite of mine
I spend most of my evenings
till the mosquitoes turn active.

My eyes see the greenery around
ears go out to the noise in the lane.
I remain vague with the mind
travelling through hills and river.

In and out through the past I saunter
the schooldays hold me for awhile
the college years for short time
those with the family stay long.

Sipping my freshly brewed Masala tea
I reminisce the happenings, bygone
and recent, chuckling when
going through funny incidents,

grieving while I think of the departed,
expressing them a little aloud.
Those near will dub me one
out of her senses.

The Steps are the Bodhi tree
where I receive enlightenment
like Gautama Buddha.

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One More Day


The sun is up in the morning
the day begins in modest.

The maids come at 8 am
the watchman leaves.

Then come the driver,
the gardener at 9.

The chores go in a routine
cleaning, cooking, watering

washing, all to the set timetable.
nothing more to do,

One more day passes
with no events to celebrate,

Courtesy being the lockdown
from March 2020.

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With My Sons


My  sons   live far from me
 in different time zones,

keep me engaged through 
the day, one in the morning, 

the other in mid afternoon, 
the farthest in the night.

We talk about everything,
 I mix  their names quite often 

 they have real fun with me
 picking on my mistakes,

During squabbles, their 
wives will quickly say 

talk with your mother, 
to ease the tension

they do that without fail
 bombarding me for choosing

such shrews for their wives
I try to pacify them.

After venting their misgivings 
they resume complacency 

I know for sure the rest 
of the day would pass

without any quarrels 
 That be my reward.

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Heirloom


My eyes rest on pieces of furniture 
when I went to Singapore
a few decades back,
Ravishingly gorgeous.!

I could not take my eyes 
out. Got stuck by the 
grandeur, I  stood 
 for hours examining them.

Being young and financially
 dependent, I dared not 
express my wish. They 
 remained in my memory.

I say  to myself
 if wishes were horses 
 beggars can buy.  I quelled 
my  desire thus.

Years passed  with  mundane 
 commitments,  to taake care of 
success and failures ,emboldening 
and suspending the activities 

 I straightaway ordered 
 minding not the cost,
 consoling it is  a life time wish.
when my friend shared a picture,

She did the sourcing, importing,
 delivery all in a time so quick 
 for me to believe. They came home 
one fine morning.

I stay glued to the dining table ‘
with its chairs, the living room’ set,
 with peacocks and flowers embedded.
Each time I see them they seem new.

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Quietude


It is evening
the sky is overcast
quiet and sullen, the day
 draws to a close.

Quietude reigns supreme 
 hear  no honking or engine
 sound, the birds are  back
on their nests.

As the night sets in
the darkness spells 
a scare with none 
on the lane. 

A small sound,
 like the one of 
a move, a step ,
the noise of lizard,

sets the heart on fire,
hands start to tremble.
try to hold on to  something 
for dependence.

I sit still for a while
 my eyes wander, 
 rests on the photos
past, present and future,

pass on as if in  a slideshow,
 memories of happiness flood 
 those of grief interrupt,
 I am lost in retrospection.

The clock comes back to life
 with a ding dong.  I spring up.
 noting the time well past twelve 
I make way to my bed. 

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She Lives In U.S


A friend of mine 
feels’ she is the Queen 
of a country, which one?
I really do not know,

I assume her to be 
 Queen of England 
where way back
the sun never set.

She is been abroad,
 in the mightiest country,
 which to her  is the U,S 
for forty five years 

While in school she
was no good, blamed 
the teachers for her 
 failures.

Never could she 
 differentiate 
a D from T, will write 
send for sent. 

She could not graduate
as she kept failing in English,
 The college falls in line 
with  the school, Both are bad,

she feels. Her stay abroad
 has not made her wee better
 she speaks her own language
 without verb and noun.

Thinks being in U.S 
is a qualification, she continues 
 talking in bits and pieces, Well,
 that is wisdom, I accept.