While I wake up
I see the bright sunlight .
when I sleep
I see the darkness
that be the life
with a begin and a beginning
with an end and an ending.
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Day: January 16, 2016
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The Situation
An annoying sound
a honk, a bell, else
being time bound.
A honk deafening
at the most silent hour
lets no refund.
A jarring bell
at the most quiet time
delivers a tremble .
Be the situation
not the sound in itself
renders a devastation.
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Arumugam As He Be Called.
A beautiful song I had heard
not into any norms
be it a couplet, sonnet,
lyric or the modern Haiku
it is a song simple and sweet
melodious and lovely
as it came from the soul
deep from the heart
composed by a naive man
” Arumugam” as he be called
a dark lanky figure
with grey unkempt hair
knew not to read or write
yet spoke with worldly wisdom
named his daughter “Peace”
being born on the day
the second world war ended
called his grandson “Hot Water”
as he was drinking hot water
at the time the child was born
worked in my mother’s place for long
fond of all of us we being six
used to sing a song on the Pongal Day
a simple translation of his
” let the pot boil, boil
let the milk boil, boil
so does my master’s
wealth rise up and up
and his children grow
up and up”
singing he would throw me
up in the air with a laughter
wishing me to rise up to the sky
a genial man dead and gone
his voice echoes from the nether world
every year on the day of Pongal.
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Old Ideas keep Her Going.
She holds to old ideas
goes by the convention
never once deviates
thinks it is treason.
Up in the early morning
runs to have a quick bath
clads herself in a dress of tradition
enters the kitchen all purified .
Her belief being so all along
she cleans the kitchen
gets on to her work with a song
praising the Lord for all she has got.
Being a very good cook
has an expertise in great
swiftly she prepares the meals
sets off to her place of work.
This be the way she has lived
never once she faltered
an up and a rise be her goal
ever did she go go about.
I look at her with wonder
she is now in her early sixties
till she wakes up and moves about
with a same speed and skill.
Age does not cow her down
not that she has no ailments
does not show it out openly
manages with a big smile.
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