Being a deluge
washes away in a huge
makes Chennaites refugees.
Being a deluge
washes away in a huge
makes Chennaites refugees.
The habit of taking bags for shopping
that been from the days of yore
has dwindled in the course of time in core
none wish to carry bags from home for purchasing
pick and choose the requirements in the store
packed in carry bags nicely looking
come home, unpack and throw it out of the door
they go first into the dustbin in a throwing
then to the streets where they lie all the more
scattered all round the lanes oozing
be there for long in rose, yellow and blue
as the bags come in shades different
a time after they emanate a smell in true
foul and incorrigible all the more diffident
they do not decay all through
lie there for years together being impertinent
spoiling the soil with a vengeance
a pollution horrible of a great extent
bought by the people with an irreverence
as the carry bags are levied instant
not they cost too much in reference
only a paltry sum henceforth as known
literally it being small with an inference
metaphorically it is expensive as shown
we leave the earth defunct by our interference
our progeny would be made to
groan
The two in one
seems to catch fire
not a marketing technique alone
found in almost everything now.
Buy one take two
the ads flash everywhere
a promotional strategy in true
put to practice in almost everything now.
The two in one concept
incorporated in the modern gadgets
a mower does the scrubbing too
likewise many more could be deciphered.
The syndrome is largely felt
could be very tactfully dealt
with one job including the other seamlessly
a subtle way to make some money more.
The two in one is beautiful
the lady of the house is dutiful
being made to oversee the house
has to double herself as a career woman
penetrates into every area unobtrusively.
Cities on the banks of rivers
are seats of civilization from olden times
Cities on the sea shore
are places for trade and commerce from ancient times
Cities on places away from sea
could be places of safety at all times
be the reason for ancient kingdoms in short
settle their capital far away from the ocean
The sea devours and devastates a lot
as it brings prosperity and growth
the iconic image of sea is ironic
a paradoxical influence as well as being enigmatic .
Being beautiful in all
should be a great call
she being not very tall
looks pleasing and sweet.
Her eyes shine with pride
emit a modesty outside
holds a shrewdness inside
dazzle with a glow.
Her talk elevates through
she speaks nothing but true
carries a charming hue
kind and gentle always.
Such a person is rare to find
gentle and lovely in a kind
she touches every soul with a bind
selfless and lively in all.
Arrogant he had been all his life
never even condescended to his wife
rugged he looked in appearance
did not show any reverence
be it his parents or friends
a man who did not extend
a smile as if it was expensive
people were always apprehensive
being he a man of moods
his talk was very crude
his behaviour atrocious
he was all along malicious
ever did he strike with a vengeance
ever did he commit without reference
born with a golden spoon
he was responsible for his doom
he deviated from the norms
thus invited a storm
finally got overturned by the cyclone
he died as a sad man all alone.
He has an image
came naturally
being one of comic
eyebrows bushy
not his mistake
being God given
speaks not
squeaks more
not his mistake
being God given
unable to learn
nor pass through school
again not his mistake
but God given
walks not with poise
but in quick steps
more so being God given
all could be marginalized though
thinks high of himself
in spite of his faults
pretends to be supreme
in spite of his failures
well, could this be his mistake
or could it be God given.
The harvest is over
three months toil
inordinate expenses
come to an end.
Being a three hour process
the machines doing the entire
the rice being bundled
transported to the mills
The result is not much
always it is so
expenses and income
work not a difference.
Well, this be the status
being that of a farmer
tilling his land
brings not anything much .
Year after year he does
grumbles and mumbles
does it anyhow
not much of a gain.
The pleasure lies not on revenue
experienced through cultivation
the green fields and crops
lend a satisfaction utmost.
Never would the farmer
earn a treasure
the sight of the laden crops
is but a pleasure.
It is a harp
played so sharp
the music flows
the face glows
lights up the singer
brightens up the listener
a lovely melody significant
a relaxation different
with closed eyes I hear
soft and soothing brings tears
I forgets the environment around
as the song takes me in a round
am I happy all the way?
am I sad in a sway?
I myself wonder for a moment
the song elevates my soul
enthralled I am on the whole.
It is ashtami
not good to me
she says all sad
why ? it is bad
I ask her with concern
she could not discern
she nods her head this way
then her head goes the other way
I stare at her for quite some time
she went on with her rhymes
ashtami is not good for me
being the one in a plea
superstition has gone deep
it has risen up steep
hard to shake her of the belief
being immersed into it without relief
I find my way out of it i in haste
as her thoughts are not to my taste.