A Temptress

An infatuation
one that leaves you
never at peace.

Grasps you firm
faithful you remain
ever after.

Attractive in every sense
makes you wallow
and swim in its pool.

Never do you know
it is a cesspool
full of mire and marsh.

She is a temptress
entices. forces you
to hold to her tight.

Once she catches you
do not dream of
deserting her.

She will not allow,
will pursue with fervour,
your doomsday being near.

She is not a lass
beautiful as one
would imagine.

She is money,
wags and waxes
to glory for a time.

Thereafter pulls
you slowly
down the drain.

You manipulate,
become corrupt
all the more.

You are vanquished
at the end. you stay lodged
behind the bars


The Stay of Forty Eight Days — Athi Varadar

A benediction all the way,
with Athi varadar
in the Mandap, devotees
seek his blessing
while the priests
engage in prayers.
revel in splendour
with contributions
willing and forced.

After forty years,
Varathar rises from water,
ever fresh and divine,
stays for forty eight days
giving audience to
millions of people,
Dressed in best hand woven silk
bedecked in jewels, Varathar

The ecstatic crowd.
brave heat and rains,
endure the actions
of local administration
which turn harsh at times
all for the sake of
seeing Lord Varathar
for just a second at the most.

Barring a stampede
where thirty eight die,
hundreds get hurt, the stay
remains . pleasant.
On the forty eighth day
Varadar returns to his abode,
after enriching the land
where the water starved areas
receive copious rains and more


It is Trying

The mind is not at rest
neither the body .
Both go to and fro
create a sensation
that cannot be

Tossed so, I
try to remain
stable. I fail
Jolted and irked
run in circles. Goes
from bad to worse.

Unable to bear any more
the weight being heavy
I predict a collapse.
I try to calm down.
Gulp water, drink
iced juice. Pressure subsides

The eyes laden with sleep
command me to lie down.
Sleep overwhelms,
I find that I need rest.
I have to forget
that which require
attention for a while.

Half an hour in bed
nourishes me,
out from fatigue.
I walk with measured steps
slowly to work. back ‘to
original shape.


The Mind Rains

it is about the time
one thing after another
happens so quick
being hard to adjust
I watch the skies,
where the stars twinkle
and clouds gather ,intense
they look as if rain is
about to reach the ground.

The rains do not come
so do my thoughts,
Both stick to the darkness
create a shadow intense.
too thick to penetrate.
seem to explode any moment,
remain subdued as if in a state
of coma.

The mind works on
with the calculations.
Weighs the pros and cons
too much to resolve.
So do the rain laden clouds.
move and migrate in pandemonium
apparently restless stay perplexed
behave in a chaotic fashion.

A flash from somewhere,
I light up .Enthusiastic
go with the decision,
fulfilling the task before
any mishap, I rush.
The out pour is tremendous.
A great coincidence
enthuses me with a delight.


Flow Like A River

The roll of honour
an award, and the prize.
are a sort of intoxication.

Similar to the pat
in the back, an encouragement
“You can do too”.

Bring a momentous inspiration
a moment of joy. enlivens.
One of cherish all the more.

They elude most of the time
reaches at the most
unexpected occasion.

You, me and she
are no exceptions.
Each one performs.

The highest reward is
none other than the effort.
Carry on , you will win,

I am not preaching,
talking with an experience
of both joy and grief.

In my case, disappointments
are too many, endorsements
are few.

I go on, no matter
what be the result,
a straight ride ahead.


Known Yet Unknown Villain

Animosity being felt,
expressed in ways
myriad and unknown
turns Meera’s life miserable
as an unwanted
turmoil oppresses
both the physique
and mind. A simultaneous
barrage inflicts more
harm than arms
and ammunition.

It is of a sibling rivalry
prior to Meera’s wedding ,
emanates not from
her own kin as one would expect
but from the in laws
family. Commences with
an anonymous letter,
alleging the bridegroom
to have some unknown disease.
far from a good choice.

The person who hides behind
a veil of goodness, plays
he game of deceit Plants
trouble wherever Meera
goes. Resorts to witchcraft.
She suffers ill health, faces
business setbacks, her children
experience the duress. She avoids
seeing the one, distances herself
as far as she could, still he
is not appeased.

Continues the demeaning activities
with renewed vigour. He will
not stop till Meera’s end or his end
whichever occurs early.


A Real Time Calling

The turn of events,
when the unexpected
happens sends
a strange, unbelievable

As it holds with a fitness
the day I when I woke up,
got the shock of my life
when I saw the entire ]
surrounding different.

The bed is in wrought iron.
the windows where of glass
the door is a single one
while the bath looked
tiny, I remain speechless.

Picking myself, I walk
to the parlour,I could
find none,. Try to get down
the stairs, well I find
myself in the ground floor.

Surprised I move to the kitchen
the broad one has become narrow,
I go to the back yard
face the wall which is but
a few yards apart.

It takes a few minutes
for me to realize
that I have flown a long way
I am in my second home.
A real time calling.


Black Crow

A bird black in hue
eyes with a deviant
beak slight grey
a common feature
in the part of world, India
where it is held with significance.

It is a practice in most homes
where the cooked food
is placed on the walls or yards,
the lady of the house
imitates the crow’s caw.
The bird flies down.

Belief being customary,
runs in the orthodox Hindu families,
that on the “Srardham, the anniversary
of the departed ancestors, food cooked
mostly their favourite dishes
partaken by the crow, symbolises
the appeasement of the dead

There is an expectation,
one of the arrival of guests
if the crow caws incessantly.
If two crows cross your way
you are bound to greet
good luck.


Work Is God

It is a sensation, one of a reward
a visit to the lands
after a break
seeing the greenery,
the tall trees,
huge fruits on the ground
harvested a few minutes back.
To hear the sound a thud,
a fall, from heights
when few red berries
shatter with a gleam,
Going behind the harvester
watch him pull the fruits
with a focus, a vigorous tug to the fruit
accompanied by a jerk makes
the fruit, enormous in size
tumble down. The pickers
stack them in a wheel barrow
take them to the driveways .
A skilled worker hauls with a spear
like implement, loads them
into the lorry. Off they go
to the Palm Oil Mills.

It is a day, well spent.
While being in the plantations
my bad knees behave good
as I walk through the trees
without any pain, stand
throughout the hours
supervising the harvest,
perhaps they understand
my passion.

Work is God to me.


Eid Mubarak

It is time,
so says Mohamed,
throw a feast
to the near and dear,
not to forget the needy.
The day is remarkable
that of Eid Mubarak.

Being the culmination
of Haj pilgrimage, a recall
of the sacrifice of Abraham
the day is a celebration,
a festive mood for all Muslims
who extend good wishes.

A contemplation follows
while all faiths preach
tolerance and sacrifice
where do men learn
shooting and warfare?
Seem a contradiction.

Let each one from
the Islamic faith avow
not to take weapons,
not to inflict hurt,
nor spread terror, expressing
the true Mubarak spirit.

Eid Mubarak