Praying to God
seeking wealth, health and power
is but fraud
Year: 2013
Heard a song in the garden .
It was so soft without any burden.
The song flowed down the aisle
and through the windows in a sail.
Pushing the curtains little and peeping
found my grand-daughter singing
Knowing, my presence would make her halt
stood with tempered feelings behind the slot.
Our own children made us responsible. .
but their children grant us pleasures invisible
Winter becomes hot
Calamities of nature reverse trends
Summer turns cold
The golden brown labarador Jeff
came as a small pup to our family
one and half decade ago in a huff.
He was friendly and unfriendly all in one
cordial with the family and rough with strangers
playing amicably now, then barking in a gruff tone.
Jeff grew tall and strong and became a terror.
The neighbourhood hailed as a “Terrible”
as its roar sent down the spine a shiver.
My children went to distant lands
leaving Jeff to us father and mother
and the three of us remained a happy band.
A few years later my husband had to move
while Jeff and I had to live in the family home
with nothing much to keep us in the groove.
As things were getting ahead in normal pace
I had to shift and join my husband
giving Jeff a lot of loneliness and lot of space.
Jeff was in the care of the servants
Unable to bear the separation
it took ill and became defiant.
.
We rushed back home in a hurry
Jeff was lying down with eyes closed.
Seeing us he Wagged his tail and smiled faintly.
We knew Jeff was in his death bed.
Next morn a fleet of crows sat around him
crowing hoarsely signalling the end in a trend.
With silvery hair and sunken eyes
With stuttering talk and toothless jaw
With thin physic and a bent gait
With slow walk and a feeble talk
the man still reigns strong
not over the country or a state
but over his frail mind
keeping it alert and agile
abreast of the world affairs
well versed in economy
strong in business ethics
stronger in pathos and
strongest in recommendations
When the heart misses the rhythm
death unfolds.
When the engine misses the rhythm
death catches up.
When poetry misses the rhythm
it dies.
Known for her integrity
keeping away from curiosity
reserving herself to herself
talking not a word more
disciplined and straight
she walked and talked
She collapsed literally
when she faced a blame
that too from an unexpected end.
She burst out not in anger
but at the venomous bite
sharp, strong and stinging
broke her into pieces
left her paralysed for a moment.
Gathering strength she regained
from the momentous assail
got back her strength and attitude
that had been with her all through the years.
Talking straight is a trait.
Liked by a very few.
Not palatable to many .
A guy standing out of the crowd
speaks nothing but the truth
in no terms to bargain.
He is an odd man out 
in this world of adjournments
where there is lot of adjustments.
He talks little with sharp wit
Speaks out only when called for
never aligning himself to a faux pas
That being so he lives on
in a place of his own happy
living in great harmony
Our man with a tongue
speaking ideals earns not more
as praise or money.
He is not praised
None eulogise him
Yet he lives honourably.,
Cooking the pasta in haste
with pumpkin and corn
the chef smeared spice liberally
added finely chopped chilly to taste
mixed tamarind juice to enhance the gleam
spruced it up with butter and cheese.
Decorating the pasta with parsley leaves
adorning it with lascivious little tomatoes
that appeared like corals and rubies
setting it in a flowered ethnic china plate
laid it in the elaborately arranged buffet table
along with pastries grilled potatoes and milk shake.
The pasta looked so sumptuous and elegant
very tempting, deliciously attractive and fragrant
Each one took a large share of the enticing pasta
Sat down to eat with expectations high
The host in his best attire was beaming
A spoon of it in the mouth brought a frown
as the delicacy lacked the main ingredient salt.
Categories
House Secure
Locking up my house
shutting all doors and windows
setting the security alarm on
installing the surveillance camera
posting a guard outside
flew to different lands far and wide
enjoying the scenic vegetation
interacting with the natives
taking note of their architecture
and tasting the food of the alien land
As everything has to come to an end
returned home with revived cheer
Espying the normalcy and decorum
Opened the door happy to be back
Then flung the bedroom door ajar
found a fluffy white cat lying snugly
on my bed curled like a ball.
Disturbed by my entry she got up
walked past me coolly beguiling
the guard, the alarm, the camera
ridiculing all in one go.
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