Name Him If You Can

Bone strapped he sits
stiff as a brick.

He is a bundle of thistles
pricks and bruises.

Akin to a noisy rivulet
he chokes and regurgitates

As an undestroyable weed
he thrives and prospers.

He is not one among the many,
most among the throng.

Only a few are different.

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Better Not Tell Her Name December 5, 2021

She takes everythingthat comes her way, line a greedy jackalgrabs almost all the does not come near,almost aping a ferocious tigerkeeps them safe in her custodyin a fashion similar to Shylock looks out for even moreher eyes continue revolving,as Macbeth keeps washing his hands to remove the stains of blood. With that much bounty she has she rests not in […]

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Man Differs Nature Preserves December 4, 2021

It is families who lived togetheruncles, aunts, grandparents,all under a roofpartaking food togetherparticipating in discussions,confronting each otherall seemed possible few decades ago, These years two individuals in apartments big or small express anger scream, shout,hurl, throw things, release scorn, condemn one another conversation ceases,the kitchen […]

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I Am Not Rich December 3, 2021

Those I hadand those I still possessa long list I can makebeing not the materialsbut that of the passionsI nurtured with steadfastness, Most did not work out,being very ambitious,Primary is setting a college of commerce, where transactions assume top priority, where trade reaches the zenith unaffected by deceit, transparent dealings. The next is still mor […]

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Nadu Mutram December 2, 2021

Crossing the parlour entering the corridor that leads to the nadu mutramI stand amazed. It is the tradition. it is the openness. it is the space where sun, moon and rain enter that I longed forthat I have donethough not as perfectas the ancestral a resemblance of the pastnear similarity of the aestheticsthe black pillars, the plantain flowers with the st […]

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Tha Thitha Thai Thithai Thalangu Thom December 1, 2021

it is a tripaway in a village, the basics being taken care of. No Wi- fi- to connect to the world, mobile catches the lineat nights, Being at homelooking at the greenery watching the pea cocks dance, the pea hens running in circles procedural temptation, The brood runs across the garden pecking and picking worms. No sooner the peacockopens up its vibran […]

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Divine November 30, 2021

it is dusk, Kali piles the grainscovers them with a tarpaulin lest they become wet, scatters the empty stalks to dry, Kaliamma packs up lifts her son from the thuli, both walk hand in hand rejoicing the day which has brought them a fortune. Smiling they sing together,thanga nel aruppu, eleleo , eleleo Kali turns passionate, pulls Kaliamma to him, h […]

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Kali And Kaliamma November 29, 2021

gather their kin walk to the paddy fields carrying a big pot of rice prepared the night before along with raw onion, and green chillies finely chopped, Kaliamma holds her baby close to the bosom, pulls the saree over the child’s head trots briskly with a pot of water, Kalimuthu sucks with a K- Ah sound, suck, swallow,breathe, resembling a grunt/gulp. […]

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Carbon Footprint November 25, 2021

Pandemic has madehome an office, turned to a school. Confinement is the wordone hears these two years restrictions as experienced, There has been hardships,heart breaks, deaths, fearso be the negatives. Air traffic has gone down almost so do the vehicular movements, minimizing carbon emission. Could these have impacted the carbon footprints?releasing a […]

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Colours, Colours November 24, 2021

black, white, blue and greenred, yellow, brown and orange,the shades referred as pastel,bright, soft, striking, appealing and appeasing to the beholder Black is beautiful,shining and sparkling held with contempt by those who consider white as superior, the racial discrimination runs deep, non destroyable, The metal gold takes the cue of yellow, brilliant […]

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Beige And Scarlet- Mix And Match November 23, 2021

Paint the body beigethe border scarletI shout from down below. Painters are up, balancing on the scaffolding with paint and brush, I stand in the sun holding an umbrella sporting sunglasses, those above turn towards me , braving the heat, Clad in shorts and a T. Shirtthey are there from 8 am in the morning. Unmindful of their discomforts I keep on sc […]

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