Long be it
had been in a bit
think it fits.
Long be that
had been in a flat
hope it stands.
Long be there
could have been a where
none to care.
Long be here
might sound to be dear
nothing more near.
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Month: January 2016
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My Eleven Year Old .
A lively chat with an eleven year old
he being from a country cold
about the class work he did
could be of a different bid
as I am from a land of rote.
the grades depend on what you wrote.
He told me of his projects myriad
a story to write first in the period
his imagination rode on a fancy
goes he to Amazon forest in a fantasy
saw an animal huge and gigantic
the boy was lost in a reverie .
Left him in the Amazon forest for a while
his descriptions were in a beautiful style
the thick dark forest seemed gloomy
the soil underneath was foamy
the trees had very big trunks
would facilitate an easy bunk.
The Amazon forests came to be in live
I have not seen nor he not in a belie
his vivid depiction kept me glued
he proceeded with the narration unmoved
would turn out to be a master story teller
confident his performance would be one of a stellar.
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Lets Not Me.
A feel not to mingle with others
being an unopposed dominance
lets not me to become familiar.
It could be a strange one as such
could explain nothing more to it
lets me to remain to myself.
The thought, of keeping aloof and alone ,
could have descended from my ancestors
lets me to live apart from the rest.
Trace I back to my roots in a while
could not find anybody to that style
lets me to stay away from the others.
Not possible to get back to the one of ages
I come back to the days of recent
lets me to rest within myself .
Came I closer to my days of yesteryears
could finally locate the kind in my mother
lets me to withdraw from the world.
The likeness could be similar in ways
no better could a daughter be than the mother
lets me to behave like the mother almost.
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The Mantra Of Life.
The tumult was great
there was a drum like beat
not with a great sound
being one of very meagre
mild it was in tenor
went on for long
could it be a preamble ?
a prelude to the rains.
A big anticipation it could be
the rains play a trick
seem to come in a torrential pour
they make all attempts to come down
could sense a prevention from somewhere
the rains halt for a while and stay unassumingly
wonder would they ever come or not
did not descend till the day ended.
Such could be the expectations elsewhere
a disappointment would follow if it does not happen
let us not hold to whimsical values as such
not worth a tuppence all the more in particular
live not with any wish as the case might be
sail with a tide as it flows never go against
could lead to a catastrophe untold
learn this mantra with a full heart.
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Let Me Not Dwell.
Let me not dwell on man’s idiosyncrasies
they change when and how I know not
let me harp around Nature’s delicacies
they remain where and how I know not .
Man shifts his talk and responsibilities
he shifts when and how I know not
Nature sticks to its character and expression
it adheres where and how I know not.
His tongue wags on all sides as it suits
he feigns when and how I know not .
Nature behaves with a focus in steady
it decides where and how I know not.
Man and Nature live together in amity
there be a lot of distinctions between them
one lives through with distrust and distraught
the other exists through with credibility and exuberance.
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Be That The Life.
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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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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I Dream Often.
I dream often
some being good in all
I feel happy.
I dream often
some turn bad in all
I feel sad.
Good and bad
make us happy and sad
as it has.
Let us not
be overjoyed or be desperate
by the ways.
Happy and sad
are abstract terms in all
not being virtual.
Be with them
as they come and go
not too often.
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