Monthly Archives: July 2018

One By One


One by one it goes on.
Those which eluded
have evolved.
That which escaped
are within grasp.

Inconceivable a few days ago
turns significant. Marvellous.
Happiness prevails.
A perfection, pleasing as well
overwhelms.

Experience a texture
smooth and petal like.
Tears of joy trickle.
A reward, for sure
though late, exhilarates.

One of a Dare Devil


Day before yesterday
am at home, idle as ever.
thought of an unconventional
deal. An experiment.
One of a dare devil.

Beware of transactions
be vigilant with transpirations
warns the mind
I reject the command
one being ruled by the heart.

Ideas show up in a row
which to choose
and what to follow
I am in a dilemma.
Hamletian!

It is not business as usual.
This one  is atypical
and speculative.
Relates to the forthcoming,
Precarious!

Have to decide.
I made. Pacified
Smothered the hurt.
Assuaged the protoganist.
Strenuous!

In return received
spat. Patience!
I wade against
the tide. Am
half way. Will I
reach the shores?

“Depends”, delivers the mind.

One of my Cousins


She is one of my cousins
a sensible woman
a contemporary,
one or two years
more or less.

She is from a family
steeped in tradition,
orthodox in conviction,
but stylish in outlook
paradoxical it might be.

Married into a community
primitive in thought
harsh in behaviour. Caught
between the two, she encounters
a meltdown.

She springs a surprise.
The maternal background helps.
She evolves with grace.
Stands out from the crowd.
Embodies brilliance.

The Month Of Adi


Adi is a month dedicated to Goddess
occurs during middle of July to mid August
where every Friday turns important.

Remarkable being the month
when weddings do not take placee
a phenomenon to the Hindus.

A thirty day period of worship
where devotion holds the prime..
the mundane settles to the back.

Communities  celebrate with passion,
invoke the  Deities with hymns.
It is zeal all the way.

Auspiciousness shifts. Turns
Transcendental. Goddesses
proclaim their influence. Humans trail.

Each Friday bears significance. Encourages
donations to girls and women.
A  liberal thanksgiving.

Bangles, saris, blouses, flowers, coconuts
and betel leaves comprise the take away.
A token of appreciation.

Men find themselves let out.
while the females rejoice and exalt,
praying takes over.

She is Andal


It is love anyway
dissimilar  to that of man and woman
different from mother and child
unlike the one between the siblings.

It is a liking anyhow.
strange conjugation
one might not understand
being a human after all.

It is one of platonic
inconceivable to most
that of sublime ecstasy
purity in thought as well.

I speak of the fervour
professed by Andal.
A girl found in the Tulsivan.
Sings the praise of Lord Vishnu.

She wears the garland of God
Overwhelmed she dances
Passionate. Minds not her
father’s admonition.

Runs to the sanctum,
where she merges with the Almighty.
Love. One of poetic .
None can define nor translate.
Animated

Don’t Eats


The don’t eats
found in the media
keep me at bay.

Anything hybrid is bad.
Seedless fruits harm.
Vegetables that shine devastate.

Those that are white kill
like sugar and rice,
the list is endless.

I read with concern
stop buying these
exercise caution.

I lose count of the dont’s
They seem to multiply
in tens and hundreds.

Every one uploads
versions strange.
I am confused.

Choices have narrowed.
I cannot eat most.
How am I to survive?

I take whatever I like
as I had consumed
for decades.

I am alive after all,
will be around for few years.
That much is adequate.

To Me As Well


The havoc already done
I struggle to restore.
A vain attempt I know
Yet I go.

My power and vulnerability
set me apart.
Others judge, I am insane
Why do I deign?

I, myself, am at a loss
unable to resolve.
Beseech and beg those
who disagree to unite.

Ambiguous in my moves
I pose a conundrum
not only to others at large
but to me as well.