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Listening To Silence


Silence is noise,
sweet and pleasing.
one of awe,
one that inspires.

Silence is an exposition
of impressions, live
and bygones. Gold like

The trees and flowers
expressions of fecundity
and beauty, display
eloquence.

The buildings tall
and small deliver
the sighs and cries
with subtle reference.

Places of worship,
command a sanctity
telecast the aura
of divinity.

These turn prosaic
in their placements
when noise permeates
extensively.

They imbibe a poetic glow
when quietness enfolds.
turning into a transparent
and translucent stillness.

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Happy Mother’s Day


a spirited wish from one 
afar, greetings flow 
uninterruptedly, messages 
flash with quotes.

Returning  each with gratitude,
 I stay  overwhelmed with 
joy.  Honoured, by the near 
and dear, I feel elated.

As the day passes,  a friend calls.
She asks me did your sons’
express their love, I pout, a gesture
 to indicate they did not.

She  waxes eloquently of Corona, 
the second wave,  the disaster,
 lockdown.  I listen to her lecture
 My mind elsewhere,

Have I not been a good mother?
 Been strict in their school days.
making them work hard. Perhaps.
 they hold a grudge.

The mobile rings., my first one 
is on line, chats for an hour hangs up
Dismayed, I go back to my work, interrupted
by the second, who asks me  

about how things are progressing  
advises me to slow down. The youngest 
comes in between, chides me 
for exerting  beyond my capacity.

The three musketeers  leave without 
a slightest thought to wish me. 

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Unenviable Anyway


Overlooking the faults
 as slips, errors as carelessness
 I go with a spirit indomitable 
 not to hurt others  at any cost.

I do not  lose temper 
with my staff nor do I scream
 at my children when they 
 stay stubborn.

That being my nature,
 if, at all. I turn furious
 I break down while  a sob 
 gives me out.

This could be the reason
 I find myself in a stature 
 where I am taken for granted
 experiencing disappointments.

The little of me,  
I have expressed, 
places me in an inevitable
posture most unenviable. 

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No More Silent


It is 10.30 in the night,
the next house is busy,
I am wrong, it is no more
an house but an eatery
overnight.

The clatter while making
[i]Kothu [/i][/i]Parotta
tears the silence. Spot
lights shine.

Five or six cooks
mix the flour, roll
into balls, spread them
and swing left to right.

Watching the art of making
such ones with awe,
anguish surges when I think
of the yesterdays ,

the place was a haven of peace
silent and holy. I could hear
the fall of a pin minutely.
I blame none but my destiny.

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Nai Vitra Kasu


The day before
 men came in a truck
 unloaded the furniture.

First came the tables
without paint,  rickety 
chairs followed.

A rugged looking man
 jumps down, shouts 
Vanagada , vangada
.
A first shot in the arm,
the noise hitherto unknown
breaks the serenity.

Disheartened, I turn back,
  a few more years to go,
 I tell myself,  Soon will be 

 entrapped in an unbecoming  environ, 
 I talk to the environmentalists, the 
civic authorities

who promise to bring back 
  peace.  A saying in Tamil
strikes me,

” nai vitra kaasu kulaikuma?”
meaning the sale proceeds 
of a dog will not bark.

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Deluge Of Reality


A shower like rain
enliven the dawn.
Cool and pleasant
the garden appears
fresh and lively.

The droplets on the flowers
glitter like diamond,
the leaves shine
as emerald, emanating
a soft silky reflection.

As if in a trance
I stand all the while
holding to the gate without
opening, with the keys.
The paper boy

throws the papers
with a force the papers
strike me on the cheeks,
I shudder, take a step backward,
with that to the mundane.

I start hearing the car horns,
the street vendors calls,
and in motors the milkman
with his pail. Deluge of reality
devastates the illusion, I mumble.