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A Worldwide Recognition-Nobel Prize


 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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An Uncanny Resemblance


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I Deliberate


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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Latest of Me


 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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