Month: July 2019

Wedding and marriage
are synonyms.
Mean one of the other.
Don’t they?

I believed so
until a day back
felt they connote
different patterns.

Wedding, a celebration,
an event modest
or grand. All depends on
the money power.

Marriage unites
two souls, a bondage,
one of love and
understanding.

Weddings do not falter,
or alter, followed
by high feast and blessings.
A solemn affair.

Marriages turn sour
break, get annulled.
each one go separate
divorced forever.

Strange it might read
Ridiculous many will feel.
Whatever it be to others
I remain firm.

The Neem tree in the garden
a bouquet in green
lends a value to the beings.

The branches extend
east, west, north
and south- in a bower.

The winds blow rash,
the branches give off slow
with a creak and a shriek.

Fearing a crash, decide
to cut the overambitious one,
Enact with a heavy heart.

Realize being zealous
sometimes turn risky
lead to a damage.

A complacency
in growth renders
a stability much longed.

I learn a moral.
Nature teaches,
guides and helps.

I introspect.
Will I?

How to give?
when I have
little in hand.

I hear grumbles,
loud at times, keep
me dumbfounded.

The resentment
scares and destabilizes.
I continue restless.

The prattle of those
familiar hurts. They
engage with a verbosity.

Whom should I blame?
As in the past.I bottle
the angst,

Impossible to stop
gossip, I understand.
I do not object.

That one of disappointment,
places me in a status
hard to sustain.

Truth prevails as always.
It is patience one needs.
I wait for the reward.

Power (electric) in my town
being alarmingly sensitive
turns off when there are showers.

Do not imagine the rains
to be heavy. A sharp drizzle
causes the death of electricity.

Imagine what happens
when there is a tornado ,
the town plunges into darkness,

We go to the primitive age.
Perspire in the day
fumble during nights.

Power resumes.We commence
having become complacent,
insensitive to such misgivings,

The months
of June and July
being auspicious
holds weddings,
house warming,
and inaugurations.

I make to the most
being personally
invited.Gives a chance
to see acquaintances
and relatives. A joy
whatsoever.

The moment I enter
the one or the other
look at me curious.
Knot their eyebrows
ask “you are Saraswathi’s
daughter?”

In an another event
a senior comes forward
recalls my father
relates me to him.
He turns happy, as
he has guessed right.

I nod and walk
wondering , how long
would I be known so.
Parents left fifteen
years ago. Even today
they seem to live
and circulate.

A long drive
up the hills,
I reach a place
away from the bustle.

Tranquil and profound.
I can hear silence
feel an oneness
with Nature .

Legs folded
as in “padamasana”
with eyes closed
I see around.

The inner eye
visualises . The
scenario slides
through in succession.

The trees
huge and tall
stand majestic
a verdant galore.

The earth
deep and fertile
breathes and lets out
a pleasant aroma.

My lungs fill with air
fresh and pure,
promotes a cheer
a health and wealth.

I remain
for hours together
submerged in peace
devoid of stress ans strain.

The parlour resonates
each one talks
high and loud.

Meaningful it sounds
the family altogether
plan and promote.

They adjourn for lunch
one prepared at home
vegetarian in course.

Assemble again
pens and paper
in hand.

Record the schedules
pass the resolution
affix signatures.

An amicable process
everyone participate
and have their say.

Of recent the one,
senior or with power
wields and waxes.

Allows a disintegration
cracks the relationship
evolves a chaos .

The living area is desolate
anger and anguish encompass
lead to a dissolution.