Month: January 2020

Regions of the world are peculiar
in culture, food, traditions
should say another that of weather.

The areas around equator
hot throughout send the skin burning.
The precipitation of rains promise relief.

The respite being not pronounced
makes life horrible with persisting
perspiration and exhaustion.

Having been living partly in Malaysia
I experience an exasperation. The spirit
gets drained most part of the year,

The body turns dehydrated
amounts of water cannot compensate
the lost energy.

This time an outbreak of influenza
besieges with a template and force.
I go below the line.

Violent cough shakes me
sleepless I pass the nights,
almost for twenty two days.

Still not out of it fully
bouts of cough impact
with a desolation .

I am a shell of
what I was, bones
protruding, looking ghastly.

Living in a longitude of happiness
and in a latitude of pain.
one crossing the other
the coordinates mull with each
a cyclic vibrations
could be felt
as life goes on.

The thunderstorms in the form
of confrontations,
the pleasant breeze stand as
an expression of joy, of lightening
a sudden spasm of pain
and the rains one of cheer
and prosperity,’

The placements reveal a rhythm
one of harmony and friendship
can deliver a catastrophic
displeasure if pursued unethically.
It is the handling that works wonders.
A great success ensues if measured
well. Else a disaster dawns
uncermoniously,

Have been lost for a while
do not know who I am?
I toss in the bed , thinking
of issues most irrelevant,
had had happened
decades ago.

My eyes turn moist
those incidents come
in a pattern I recollect
with anguish, those of whom
who have let me down, I lament
how could they do?

Having past those days,
at the time being very young and raw,
being at present a senior it is childish
to recall the disillusionment.
Should I not forget
throw them out of mind?

The bout of such experiences
knocks me down for a while
no matter however much I
try not to retrospect. The hurt
causes agony. I am a human
with basic likes and dislikes.

my chef,
proficient in cooking,
rude in behaviour. He prepares
delicious food in no time.
An expert, no doubt.

Every Sunday, Algi has
to go to the market, in rain or sun
to buy vegetables, if disallowed
mumbles. Not minding his weak legs,
he walks briskly during the buying spree

Limping he returns with
two basket full of vegetables.
Tumbles the brinjals, carrots,
potatoes, onions on the floor,
segregating them does the totaling

He misses out in the first entry.
Strikes off, calculates once again
goes wrong, undeterred continues
finally arrives at the desired total.
Talks to himself, “have I ever gone wrong”?

Algi is done. Diverts to prepare lunch
Hands over the list to me on the second day.
Checking, find he has added up
things twice.falls short of thirty rupees
When asked he sports a smile.

I leave him there, knowing well
he has made money, that will
last him through the week.
Been with me for fifteen years,
I retain him for his culinary skills

The eyes of me
take the distinction
of late.

Amazement shows
in their enlargement,
wide, they seem to drop.

Curiosity finds expression
in the sharp looks, shrink to
minimal when quizzing.

Happiness as seen
in the lengthening,
elongated and bubbly.

The eyes droop, loaded
with tears when I
feel sad.

The red shot , blood
stained eyes emit
fury.

While I turn jealous
my eyes let me out
as they become green.

The eyes of mine
bit roundish, little sunken,
assume significance,

as they stand out
from the rest of
the features,

marked and prominent
they display no ill will
or wickedness.

It is a tree
one belonging
to the palm
fascinates me.

It is the dimensions
the height , the width
the massiveness ,
impress.

It is like another
palm tree, stalky
bears fruits of
enormous size.

They being
used for myriad
purpose, right from
edible to bio fuel.

They pose a threat to
environment being ‘
the cry from West,
one of alacrity.

A bread winner
to the Malaysians
and Indonesians, hailed
as Black Gold,

A grace to be a planter
like mercy, blessings
are two fold, delivers
fortune and satisfaction.

A decade of good and bad
has passed into history.

Saw many glories as well
as severe misery.

One can’t say
which got the most.

Yet all of us lived
with a smile and a sigh.

The world at large
has gone through .

expeditions to the moon,
looking at the constellation.

a series of bush fire, eyeing
the disaster of global warming.

one of loving embrace
together with shooting and killing.

the trade wars , one nation
restraining the other,

bigotry, partisan,
antagonism, devastate,

that be the affairs
cheer and fear

conjoin to make the world
a hell of heaven, a heaven of hell,

every decade rolls on with a gusto,
with a resolutions anew,

not to follow at any level
just to create in dimensions.

We live thinking of ourselves
not of the generation that comes behind.

a self conceited human race
occupies and demolishes,

both peace and environment
likely a deadliest weapon.