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thoughts

An Inference


ambushIt is a commitment.

without any indictment

little did I know

I would be pulled into the flow

I was not in the arena  at all

somehow I was dragged  by a call

I innocently fell into the trap

caught in between unable to flap

struggled hard to come out

in an ambush  all throughout

fulfilled  with competence

this could be  an inference

Categories
custom Faith Hinduism Poetry tradition

The “Pottu”.


Pottu or bhindi in the face

is not a mere trace

it is a  staunch  belief

a custom  with relief

among the Hindus in all

mostly women  follow the call

men do at times place it on the forehead

the kumkum shines   modestly in red

a tradition of Hindu religion for long

has  diffused to the minimum  as if it is wrong

as modern women opt for something light

just a dot  or a pinpoint very slight

almost not visible to the naked eye

why so?  I  ask myself  in tries

Christians wear a cross around  the neck

Muslims wear purdahs  mostly black

not  shy away from their customs to a  cost

Hinduism is an ancient faith

tells us of the values infinite  in straight

vow to adhere to the system  in all ways

an enhancement to the religion  always.pottu

Categories
distinctions. Poetry tragedies

The House In Itself


The house in itself

stands divided

most of the shelves

seem to be undivided
The apparent remains together

almost resembles a pattern

the virtual differs altogether

follows a lightless lantern.

The mind makes a hell

out of the beautiful

it builds a heaven in a tell

with a practice rueful.

So go the ironies and metaphors

with paradoxes and oxymorons

the house with all tragedies to refer

becomes a place of moan.

ShelleyHouse-divided