I see Minu,
unexpectedly, at the junction.
pastel green saree.
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Month: May 2016
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Billboards
Billboards defy Man
they are incorrigible
in their ways and means.
They induce Man
to buy the unwanted.
a dire consequence.
Eliminating them
will make the world
resemble Heaven.
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That Ought To be.
A passiveness cannot be termed as an obeisance
an obeisance cannot be called a subservience
a subservience cannot be noted as a fear
a fear cannot be called a terror
a terror is not permanent
it dies within hours.
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Drift Of Life.
I know not where I am
into the clouds I go
fly and sail
into the water, I float
swim and dive
into the eternity
I find myself
drifting slowly
nothing can stop
none can object.
A bond invisible
navel and umbilical cord intertwined
belies science
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Think Not of Anything .
Fascinated by nature’s beauty
even a grass hold me for a while.
A twig is one of interest
it’s shapes, branches, and brittleness
make me wonder at the dispositions
the facets of the natural dimensions.
I see leaves all over
one small, one big and the other broad
the lines running through them
the shapes tell us to which they belong.
I spend most of my time
engaged in such an experience
that way I am blessed
not thinking of any other unwanted’
Bananas are yellow
look ripe and not hollow
have a glow.
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Chop The Baby
My aunt had a liking for me
always she spoke to me in glee
once she told me of her early life
that made me shudder in disbelief.
Her mother in law was rude
her husband was a dood
if not for her mother and father
she would have died long back rather.
Once her mother in law cried hoarsely
grabbed my aunt’s newborn savagely
threatened to chop the baby
into pieces. It might sound crazy.
My aunt stood brave and undisturbed
it is this stoicism that won her accolades
she thwarted all her in . law’s schemes
with prudence which became a great redeem.
So she lived all her days
fighting and surviving in a chase
she is her twilight days
a woman who demands a praise.
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A Workshop.
A workshop
editing, correcting and reworking
a great task.
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An Old School
I am from an old school
idioms, phrases and expressions
were taught with intensity
years have passed
still I remember them.
The voices of my teachers reverberate
they made us expand the idioms
use our imagination
strike a story and go ahead
they would say.
The way we learnt the language
with exercises on conjugation
precis, paraphrase, and analysis
of sentences all in detail
has made me what I am.
I owe the language to them
to my mother who was equally strict
a slip here or a misspelt word
would earn a punishment.
It was a hard way of learning
it has its own reward.
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