Rejection is sad
it is not all bad
convert it rejection to glad.


A Wish to Fly No More.

The flight to a country
known or unknown
speedy it might be
is an affair tiring.

The flight in economy class
seats all together
with no leg space
all cramped it is.

Nothing to sip or drink
no water to quench the thirst
all is for money
nothing offered free.

The reservation of seat
costs you money
the extra baggage allowance
demands more money.

The walk round the aisle
to the airport is too long
with ups and downs too many
the immigration very strict.

The customs do the check
the security check goes on
in not one place
every other thing is opened.

Belts are removed
shoes are turned upside down
hand baggage is scanned
the man is also checked twice.

All thse go in the routine
the man sits tight in his seat
squeezed in between the two mighty
a terrible travel all the more.

The security checks go wayward
at times there is a slip
that proves to be expensive
with life in threat.

The planes zoom around
north to south in force
east to west in trend flight
without any interruptions

The travel is attractive
once inside it is debilitating
a longing to land is pressing
a wish to fly no more .


Age Picks up.

Met a lady a few months back
from an origin distant
naturalised with years
now in her ripe age
who had hitherto
been a practitioner
of local customs
as she had got married into
an unknown family of distinct culture
she in her active years was
a stickler to the conventions
as age is picking up
hasKerala woman by now gone back
to her native dress
comfortable in her attire
at home to speak her own language
looks as though she finds
a solace and ease all through
implies that whatever might be
the home is always sweet and close.