A Jaunt

A drive to the plantations  
I see my trees  looking robust
shimmering with a greenish hue

Part of the area, takes the cue
 from  the play schools, hosting
two year old. toddlers

jostling in the air
expressing a sweetness

Crossing them, I behold
 the fruits  with gold coats
 a tinge of black  runs in between

lie in heaps, shining
as the sun’s rays penetrate
 with a vengeance.

Walking along with
the harvesters, they smile
 I nod, language problem

at its height,  but we carry on
articulating gestures,  emojis as   popularly
known,  fairly better than dialogue.

A jaunt I prefer,  evocative of life
as against the hum drumming
of machines with their  mechanism.
I hear.


Truth Beguiled

I wonder  why they call
the downpour raining

cats and dogs.

Watching  the rain
fall with a  bark and  a howl
I relate to the saying.

A couple of days earlier
I observed  an interrupted drizzle
mewing and cooing.

Again associating with
the  idiom I resonate, with pride.
 acknowledging my wisdom.

Having read many connotations
I find none of them appropriate
 feel mine is the most relevant

It  reads like a   comedy
sounds silly and  light headed,

being  truth beguiled,


Flight Turns Expensive

Back  at my place of business,
 a second home as my visa says
 I step into the house, Happy
as it was perfect.

It is past midnight, I gobble
some food I brought
quench my thirst with a 250 ml
Hundred Plus, a carbonated drink.

 Lo! my wardrobe keys go missing
 I search the drawers where I keep
except the keys other belongings
 remain intact.

I go to bed worried, sleep embraces
do not know how long I slept
my milkman hoots,  with my eyes
half closed  mange to walk to the gate.

He is delighted to see me
after two and a half years,
 I grin at him sheepishly he motors  
 saying “OK, amma, take rest”.

A  simple  breakfast appeases
my hunger, while sipping
the  masala tea, droplets
fall on my lap in quick intervals,

 From where, I wonder? They
 come from my nose,  unexpectedly.
as I am in pink of my health,  quite
unaware that I am in for trouble,




My son spoke to me yesterday,
 he speaks every other day,
his words of yesterday, I quote,
 “wherever you are mom,
 houses  may vary, ambience might differ,
 places change, but you stay at home
away from the mainstream”.

“How true”! I exclaim
I drive to places inside the country,
fly to countries, spending money,
 experiencing great discomfort in flight what for?
 rushing to the airport, through immigration,
 passing through security checks,
 all for the sake of staying
at home.

What makes me do that? I do not know
 inherited?  A practice? confounded
or willing,  am unable to decipher,
 I have passed on this trait to my sons,
though in a diminished magnitude.  
They have  to pursue their profession.
My attitude bothers my husband,
 and my sons  trouble their wives.

Disturbances come from anywhere
 this one is such unexpected
 which cannot be condemned
 still causes an unpleasantness
 hard to explain and at the same time
 beyond conciliation.



it is about the namesakes
almost the same in  respects
qualification very basic
body language quixotic,
talk alike. a queer sound
 is a precursor, a drawl follows,
mincing and mumbling they carry on
an incessant chatter keeping  
those around in discomfort.

The differences being two
the initial comes foremost,
 the  most relevant distinction
one being good at heart
the other. a pack of deceit,
the former dubbed as a muff,
being plain  and nice
while the other pretends,
 a show off, revealing his ignorance.
Dramatic to the essence.

Seemingly discordant. relatively
 similar the namesakes live on
 through the decades, one harmless
 the other treacherous. World being
large enough to bear the good and bad
without any grudges,