The noise of the gadgets
right from the morning
heard, by men, with no grudge
as it turns out to be a necessity.
Grinding and blending,
whistling and frothing,
clattering and clanking
keep one involved.
In the milieu, the natural tunes
being the tweets of the sparrows
the squeak of the parrots
go unheard almost.
The haste and the chase
mankind finds itself
leave the race in a design
alienating from the environment.
The fever and fret,
the grumble and the regret,
place humanity in a prison
away from Nature.
The species around him,
either aviary or aquatic,
be the ones tagged to the grounds
live in harmony with the surroundings.
Distancing himself man is left alone,
knows not what to do in times of need,
finds himself battered by disasters.
Finally, lets himself devoured by them.
An incident that keeps me anxious.
No, the one that makes me smile.
Yes, that brings in a resolution.
It being unexpected. Baffles me all the while.
It revolves around a birthday party.
The girl being an eight-year-old called Mona.
She chooses her friends. The number allowed is ten.
Makes the list. Strikes one or two
Adds up – a great calculation.
Mona starts inviting.
One of her friends is absent.
She gives the card to Nisha, not on the list.
Nisha gets mad and calls Mona rude
Shouts, “Why are you not inviting me?
Mona retorts ” I do not like you”.
Her papa scolds her. She minds not.
Steadfast in her decision, tells her dad
“Please do not talk about it “.
The dad knows not what to do.
Did he applauds her determination
or condemn her behaviour. Intriguing!
Mona stands out.
Being a connoisseur of art
my eyes devour the beautiful.
A tussle between desire and discretion engages.
Furniture keeps me in a hold.
That of Mother Of Pearl
makes my jaws drop.
The designs are eye catching.
Excel in grandeur. They are chaste and delicate.
Impressive and imperious they appear.
To possess one became a passion,
which turned into an obsession later.
I researched, I browsed, I hunted like a devil.
Forayed through the malls and shops
both in Malaysia and Singapore.
I became mad.
My family teased me. Called me
“Mother Of Pearl.” They had fun at my cost.
I talked of nothing but Mother Of Pearl.
A friend of mine, a Chinese, made a trip to her homeland.
Knowing my love for the inlaid furniture,
searched for the best in the mainland.
She took it as a challenge. Substituted the motifs
dragons with peacocks. I admire peacocks. Ordered, Shipped.
paid. All she did without a word to me.
Left to me, I would have settled for one. Finances do matter.
She does not count. She bought two sets of dining tables
along with one living room furniture. I would not have dreamt off.
I was overjoyed to see them all. Bright and intricate.
They are my proudest possession. Pricey too.
I am delighted..
A string of pearls
round the neck
enhances the beauty
of the one who wears.
It is a selfless extension.
Being one of charismatic delivery
Unlike men who brag about ordinary
forgetting. the ethics.
Rena was in the shadows of her mother.
She was unable to break out. She was tied down,
Remained in the dark during her prime years.
She got married. Played second fiddle to her husband.
She is behind him most of the years.Did not identify herself.
Stayed unknown all through her active years.
Very late in life, she wants to come out.
Did she do it straightforwardly?
No, she did in a subtle way.
Little open and little closed.
I look at Rena. She feigns a smile.
The sun comes and goes.
Plays like a child.
Seem to call peekaboo.
Hides its face for a while
people run around fearing rain
only to find the sun out again.
At times it is fun to have it that way.
The sky is overcast and cloudy for a time
The clouds diffuse. The sky turns bright a little later
A phenomenon based on the theory of incredibility.
Much like men who laugh and frown, smile and grieve
Bear a countenance hard to believe.
What would happen?
if the mind is crooked
with the head high up.