Write I

Write I with nothing in mind

at times it is empty words

most times being empty thoughts

I write with as though I am great

Knowing well I would not be read

that is how I spend my time

never bothered about the clock’s chimes.

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An Elixir To Me September 27, 2020

The fruits on the table,guava, custard apple,all home grown, catch mewhile my eyes rest onhill banana, a varietyspecial to my place,mid size, thick skinnedgreenish yellow in hueform a Cheepu , as knownin my tongue, meaningcomb, mostly constitutesa dozen. sometimesholds a score. Having a liking for thisI buy them no matter whatthey cost, The moderate sweetnes […]

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It is Righteousness September 26, 2020

The allegations by a groupjump through the yearsone above anotherthe accusations pile up,primarily drives to placesfinally flies to destinationsoverseas. A coordinated effortdone with understandingamong the peers, capriciousat times, morbid at otheroccasions. Pleased withmajority by the side, theyswell with pride, Thankless they are, forgetthe help they rece […]

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Wisdom Arrives Late September 24, 2020

A pause for nowsays my minda break, no waywarns my heart. Between bothI stagger, hagglethen move, leapfinally settle. I decide to goas I do, at my ‘own pace withinmy space. I talk to myselfhave been doingfor a time, do not‘expect anything great, Of late, I am turningto be orientedtowards one issueat a time. If only […]

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The More you Pull September 21, 2020

Reluctance and persuasioncomprise the day.it is a game play,the one who holdsslips and escapestoo often, whereand why, beyondcomprehension. Relates and fixesanecdotes, happened25 years back,He jumps from one to anotherin such speed , distractsand deviates, Mediation is at a loss The opposition watches.Marvels at the man’srubberiness, but stayssteadfast in th […]

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Ratan Back Again September 18, 2020

gibbering and jabberingwhich mean nothing to anyone but everything to him and his likes, He rambles with a speed none can overtake nor can comprehend, dilly dallying. He behaves like a child the one who says when admonished I hit him cause he hit me earlier. Repeatedly getting involvedin dealings with him, I am finding it hard to progress turning literal […]

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Neelima Reacts September 16, 2020

The noose tightensthe opposition grows. Neelima is shattered,she is being deceived. Her pounding heartmakes her instable. Will she be outsmarted?Will she succumb to the ploy? My suspicion mounts.I turn panicky. Not cowed by manipulationsNeelima regains self. Talks gently hinting broadlyshe means what she says, She wants her share, It should bea fair division […]

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Neelima September 15, 2020

Neelima’s agonyknows no bounds.She suffers for strangereasons . Incredible at times The recent dealingswith friends who feignto support her makes herdismayed. They act on her behalf,draw plans, she turnsan accomplice not knowing theyare playing a game. She directs and helpsthem to go ahead,not once she suspects theirinclinations. A day or two aftershe realiz […]

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Then And Now September 14, 2020

I think of those dayswhen time governed memy sons in schoolthe honking of the school bus,they running to the gateI going behind themwith the lunch basketit is all chaos, the roofcoming down in the morning. That of now, I am in bedtill seven in the morning,rise up, making myselfpresentable walk towardsthe gate pick up the […]

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Krishna The Artist September 13, 2020

Krishna, trims the hedges.An artist in heart he shapes themcreates three tiers, the bottom one bigthe center small, the top one medium.Fortunate to have him as my gardener. I watch Krishna from the patioHe cuts humming a hit songof yester yearsammavum neeye , appavum neeyeThe same way the playback singer sings, The hedges turn lovely, […]

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I Hear Miss Myrtle September 12, 2020

Tails at the backshouts Miss Myrtlemy English teacher.as she enters Noted for strictnessshe is a terror amongthe sixth formers, thetwenty of us, push our plaits back,hurriedly stand to greet her. She is neatly clad in a starchedpink handloom cotton saree. Taking her chair. her eyestravel through the rowslasts on Sheela, a timid girl She summons […]

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