The Raymonds And Richmond.

The Raymonds and the Richmond
being like inseparable twins
live in adjacent houses
think and speak likewise
work together in a symmetric
a pair with great work culture.

Both have children,
two boys and a girl,
all of the same age
going to the same school
call it one family in two houses.

The relation being longstanding
the Raymonds and Richmond flourished.
The business grew in leaps and bounds
minted money in speed
all going well until a day.

A misfortune befell unexpectedly
the revenue dwindled to a meagre
been used to affluence
both the families struggled
to make both ends meet.

The deficit will not allow relation to last.
They fought with each other
in moderate for a time
then into blows
ended up in an enmity.

Their firm became bankrupt.
They shifted to places asunder
the children not knowing
what to do ?
finally followed the elders.

Years rolled on
Raymonds and Richmond
made money in other ventures
the children had gone abroad
to earn scholastic degrees.

It so happened that one of the Richmond
fell in love with a Raymonds
not knowing their past
as they had been young
during the days of unity.

The parents had to accept
as their wards were steadfast in love
the families came together
well, that is God’s will
and it turned to be.


Boleh La.

The slang found in a language
derived from various cultures
extends fun and interest
turns it dynamic.
Certain of them are musical
 with an intonation sweet
one such  is the “la”
invariably used in Malaysia.
It is, “OK, la”
in  the simplest terms
to a much-designed speech
interspersed  with  “la”.
“La “concludes the sentence
in a softening tone.
 Did  “la”?
 originate from the Malays,
 the Chinese or the Indians
the three predominant ethnic groups
 of the Malayan archipelago.
I think, refer and explore.
Back in India ” la” is unheard
wish to ask the China man,
my neighbour,
whether they brought the word
from the mainland.
Curious I approach
a Malay Perempuan,
Mrs. Basheer.
 She  smiles  throwing
 a response
 peculiar to her clan.
Puan, Tiada, la,”
“Madam,  I do not know,”
walks past briskly bidding
“Bye, la”.

A Message

A message in the wee hours,
 woke me up from the covers,
 the news was disengaging.
The slumber leaves me abrupt
my mind   is disrupt
 I rush down the steps.
I stand in the verandah
see the pale pink Mozanda
unfurling in the dawn.
The leaves are slender
striped.They render
an image of a flower.
I sit on the steps alone
almost in a forlorn
I weep.
What am I up to? I wonder.
My hands tremble. A subdued whimper
chokes me.
I wipe my eyes in a hurry
straighten  from my reverie
I walk into the house.
Back to the message, I go.
Reading in a voice low
I interpret many an inference.
The rightful I thought
 for which I fought
 seems to be elusive.
Why is it I all the time?
I deliberate. The clock chimes
demanding a resume.
This is how I go about?
a schedule without a doubt
confining me to a circumvention.
As usual, I am lost.

The Queen Of Fruits.

A fruit typical
not very ethical
found in the tropicals
called Mangosteen
has a tough exterior
a red surface on the anterior
while in the interior
lies the white ball
comprises of segments
correspond to the ligaments
found in the external regiment
a calculation by the Creator
the inner energy as felt
equates itself in a duet
with the outer one in a fete.
one balance the other
if not, there could be an imbalance
leading to a diabolical occurrence
of the atmospheric disturbance.

The mangosteen
illustrates in its humility
the juxtaposition in its ability
else, would result  in a status of debility.

The fruit
is the most delectable of all tropical fruits
luscious and evocative as the exotic East
an exact combination of acid and sugar, least
makes one’s mouth water, a delightful feast
hailed as “The Queen of Fruits.”


Search Not A Needle.

Search not a needle in the haystack
a maxim of great consideration.
Try not to seek justice
in the crowd of frauds.
They would track and retrace
juggle and manipulate
many a time and many a manner
a deceit practised with avidity
let them go as far as they can
wrap up the issues as fast as you can
prolonging would turn detrimental.



Dreamy Eyed.

Dreamy eyed Shreya
dreams not of fantasy
As a toddler, she wanted to fly
like a butterfly high up in the air.
Did she fly?

She, as a kid
wished not to go to school
loved to be at home
sleeping and eating,
playing in the garden.
Did that happen?

The girl in her
longed to have a
hair up to her knees
the free hair would fall
into a tumble,
enhancing her charm.
Did she possess one?

Honours she achieved
all through her course
visualised herself
as a Professor, a Dean
waxing her knowledge.
Did she foray into teaching?

She entered the business.
Saw herself as a chairperson
of a conglomerate. Being involved in
successful ventures both
in her country and overseas.
Is she in such a pivotal place?

She still dreams
of winning accolades
and laurels in her writing
becoming a Poet Laureate.
Did the ambition see the light?

Dreamy eyed Shreya
gazes at the stars
even in her twilight days.


Arockiyam, My Driver.

Born to parents
well-educated and situated,
I had the best of all,

except orthodoxy, but discipline
overwhelmed my formative years.

Arockiyam, our old driver
would drive through the busy roads,
negotiate the heavy traffic and
take me safely to school in the mornings
to the music master’s house in the afternoons
to the dance class in the evenings.

He monitored every move of mine
reported my mistakes
to my mother. Discreetly would say,
“amma, correct thangachi.”

My enraged mother
once gave me a good spanking
Arockiyam came to my rescue,
carried me away, wiped my tears
and pacified me gently.

I cursed Arockiyam
shouted at him
‘Go to hell! go and die.’

When I remember the old
man and his care,
I recall my curse, too
and silently, as if in prayer,
I cry.



The Raven And The Scarecrow.

The speech above self
has subdued.
The feeling he is above all
has died.

A tame figure rises
much against the original
being Mona who decries
and slanders.

He is a raven
sheared off its feathers
bald and shrivelled
not pleasing anyway.

He hides behind
his brother Sega
another disgruntled fellow
who is like a scarecrow.

The raven and scarecrow
as they are seen around
walk hand in hand
wherever they go.

They have lost their say, they think
for that matter, they never had one
a pair of empty-headed brothers
irrationality being their valour

Having fallen into evil ways
they parade without the gusto
they are a worn out pair unhappy
who had lived largely eating out
their brother  share.


The Tamil I Hear.

My mother tongue,  Tamil
talked in different ways
falls into regional slangs.

The language, as spoken in Chennai
has a discordant voice
being very crude.
“Punthikinu, isthikinu
(To enter, to bring).”

The Kongu Tamil as heard
around Coimbatore and nearby towns
sets a tone with a drawl.
“Enungo, sollungo.
(What, tell).”

In Thanjavur the dialect
is distinct with a Brahmin intonation
“Ava sonna, atthukku
(They told, house).”

The Chettinad language
is peculiar with less emphasis
and a flexibility in speech
“Avuga, vanthuttaaga.
(They, have come”).

The Madurai Tamil
is bold and strong
resemble a command
“Ennathu?, sollunga.
(what? tell).”
That of Tirunelveli stand, key.
a mix of Malayalam accent
a little musical to hear.
“Nikki, thiravu kol
(Stand, key).”

Apart from this is the diction
of each sect, that brings forth
a version greatly dissident  and strange.


Did Many Things.

Did many things
not one calls for merit
still went on doing
way to spend time.