Month: January 2018

Mercury is at the summit, 47.3 C
felt as if placed in a kiln,
Sydney burns 7/January/2018.

The temperature dips,
below -22 C.Toronto freezes
28/December/2017.

The cold snap in Toronto,
the sweltering heat in Sydney
announce with significance,
the vagaries of Nature,
an outcome of man’s greed.

It is time to recall.
Twenty-five years of life
in a segmented hall,
the remaining twenty years
in the car, has been
the way of life of whom?
curious to know,
call the protagonist  as Meera.

Sharing is an understanding,
Meera went through without jolts.
She is trapped,  encounters hardships
all with a smile of sadness.

The next twenty years  she is in the moving car
initially an adventure, but as the body and the mind
grows old, it is a task unable to endure.
Meera becomes a butt of taunt and tease
she bears with enormous stoicism
These have  made her firm and strong
much to the chagrin of her detractors.

defy and denounce myself.

Am I alone?
I contemplate.

Once I decide,
I  act  on the spot.

Have I committed?
Is it appropriate?

if  gone  awry,
How mserable I will feel?

The dilemma nags me,
I am troubled.
It turns out a stellar performance.I rejoice.

The concerns are unnecessary
Yet I undergo the plight .

The exchange of garlands,
the change of rings,
go to make man and wife.

The sacred fire is lighted,
the couple go round thrice
with hands joined in a red sash.
The Purohits, chant the slokas,
invokes the divine to bless. the married.

In the altar,
the man takes the oath
on the Bible,
The woman repeats.
The Bishop solemenises
the choir sings.”Hail, to thee, Oh Lord”.
So does every faith,
affirms before Gods,the bride and the bridegroom
vow to remain together
all through the life.

How many continue ?
Hymns, fire, Bible and evidences
are forgotten. Separation
untangles the knots.

The dresses hang out in the garden.
Intermittent showers make them wet.

Left them as they are damp.
The rain pours non stop.

I watch them from my courtyard,
water drips from them.

Fearing heavy down pour I collect them.
Dry them in the closed veranda.

I lock my backyard to find the Sun shining.
My efforts turn vain.

Does it happen to me alone?
I deliberate.

The year commences with showers.
The downpour is through the day.

Could be a symbolic premonition,
the year will be one of plethora.

Resourceful and prosperous
it is going to be.

A great year ahead!

Hope sustains us.