Month: December 2024

 Hard water stains spoil

depositing sediments of calcium 

 the bath looks shabby.

A relative of mine casts her evil eye

 on the upkeep of the house.

On the face value it was an appreciation.

I am not a subscriber of superstition.

 Few days after, I find my bath tiles

 turn whit with deposits of calcium

 Once in a way. hard water stains 

create an issue. This time it takes my life out.

 Adopting many techniques to clean

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 Nothing works out. I research

 work like a devil, morn to night

 I burn the midnight oil.

Turn a scholar My bath becomes the lab

 where I do research. I My pursuit, if successful

 will bring honors “A Nobel prize” at least.

My lab technicians are my chauffer, gardener and cook.

 I give them a free hand to experiment.

 Project is named as ” Glittering Tiles”

Cook adopts the age old , cleaning with 

 brick powder, Gardener reaches out to the medieval 

 scrubs with bleaching powder, 

Latest and newest is treating the tiles with liquid oxygen.

 Chauffer, a young chap, tries the=is prescription.  

 Stains remain stubborn.

on my part I prepare a concoction, 

mixing washing liquid, dish washing liquid,

 and Pitambri.    Hush! Quiet! Confidential 

Concoction assumes beige colour, akin to the tiles.

Hurray! I have succeeded   Find Edison in me,

“To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk.”

 I scrub, wash, dry, Confronted by success,

 I relax happily eyeing the Nobel Award,

 World’s greatest honour.

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A feigned world around me

siblings, children, relations.

speak and do the contrary

 very hard to believe.

I perceive their performance 

wide mouthed as If the 

Ten Commandments. is played 

before me.

The words come so sweet, 

 appear genuine, I listen to them 

as if they are incarnation of Krisna 

 imparting lessons of virtue.

So naive and ignorant 

 I am in this world

 of melodrama. Erring always, 

 proving expensive and explosive.

Otherwise, I am a sharp-

witted person, possess

comprehensive skills,

very sensitive.

Soft as a rose

to those who are true.

 Prickly as a thorn

 to the ones who cheat

I am blunt and dull headed 

when I encounter the blood related

Why? I think hard.  I deliberate.

 unable to delineate.

.

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 I used to drive up and down

 participating in events

wearing a silk saree, jewels

 making myself presentable.

Draped in a starched cotton saree 

 wearing just a chain, a bangle 

 ear studs,,I spend time in 

 with my companions – books and laptop.

Writing I do, a passion and a practice.

with interest.   it is for satisfaction, 

never with a desire to see them in print.

 I know mine is not worthy.

Living like a hermit neither 

cross legged, nor meditating in remote hills

  stay right in the center of the happening 

 place, at the same time  away from the crowd.

Requirements   have diminished. 

Partaking food is a necessity. Waking 

and sleeping turns a routine.    

Semblance to a wildflower,

which needs no tending, no manure,

Flowers, blossom dazzle bright, keep cheer, 

dance with the wind. pleasing none.

Withers unnoticed.

 

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Waking a deal assigned 

to the early hours

readying for work

gobbling a quick breakfast

Stride on toes.

 Midday, with the sun atop

 slows down the piquancy

 pulls down to a dormancy.

 a hefty lunch invigorates.

Legs drag and falter.

Dusk enlivens, a regeneration 

on the move., a closure 

 a desire to be with the family 

enlivens. Heart races,

A run with glee!

 Sapped of energy

 it is night, darkness

 encircles. body aches,

 longs for a slumber,  

 restless legs testify. 

A dogmatic living, in course

time governs, confirms firm

conducts principally, concludes 

parabolically, Unassumingly, Time 

Gridle slips in with legitimacy.

Prompt — Mystery of Time.

taste so peculiar

They mix and match so well

As felt the mouth waters

 eyes shrink when sour

 turns wide when the sweet  

drips unassumingly.

 Half ripe, a little yellowish

 mostly green the mango

 round and robust shines 

 with no cosmetics. on.

 Underneath the wrinkle 

free skin lies the fleshy pulp.

Unable to resist the temptation

mercilessly, I cut the fruit

 into diamonds which ape  

the gold bars 0f 5 grams.

I stare at them for a time.   Wishing 

  to preserve the beauty.

I refrain, subduing the desire.

Relentless tongue lisps up and down

 rolls and rotates fierce. No more.

 Prick gently on the diamond shaped 

bars, the impatient tongue 

quickly smacks the fruit.

Superb taste!  One by one

 I gulp with undefinable 

 felicity. 

 . 

Fiery red and pure white

take honourable status

 in the prime slot.

Sweet pink and bright yellow

condescend to the dignified 

 position of the next, not anyway less

Double coloured ones stand a step back

 acknowledging their mixed 

 pedigree.

Tall creepers express their fecundity

 in volumes mostly in bunches 

 professing a bow.

The rose blossoms deliver 

an unblemished status, beautiful 

superficially, profound intricately.

 A symbiosis of life’s cycle,

 a prognosis, initially a. challenge, 

with force.

 followed by an achievement with pride 

 finally, a withdrawal synchronized with 

humility.

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Snowing, I never heard 

 in my region all these years.

The hilly areas record

 minus 4–10 degrees

A day before, Ooty, a hill station 

 In South India experienced snow fall.

A climate change, I vouch

a northward move, I presume.

 This trend is universal, not confined 

to my region, South to North and vice versa.

Could there be a split? pushing continents apart.

an oceanic aggression might happen.

Predictions are on fire.  End of 2024

 would witness   a disaster.

Islands would sink in sea. Land areas 

would be occupied by water.

 Man is not alone in experiencing

mood swings. Nature is his accomplice.