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A lover of classical Carnatic music. An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

At Heathrow


My handloom cotton saree
starched and pressed
swings in the breeze.
I walk  to enter the queue
of business class passengers
at Heathrow.

An officer directs me to another line.
I fling my ticket. He declines.
Annoyed, I join issue.
The officer looks at me
with disdain.

His eyes give out his thoughts. Seem to say,
” Go, get lost, you and your cotton saree,
You appear naive and your dress portray
your status.”

I follow the line. Reconcile to the command.
Board the aircraft.
Occupy the seat in the business class.

 

 

 

 

 

Air India


Unusual of the Maharaja,
he hunches over.. His turban
topples. The long moustache
dyed black shimmers.

He is an image for Air India,
zooms high with a roar
and disappears in the skies
an allure for ages.

He loses his prospect.
The revenue faces a setback.
He is up in the market.
Lo! bidders are few.

Royalty is for sale.
He is afflicted.
Who can buy a Maharajah?
Not you and me.

 

 

 

An Embark


Allow us to come ashore.
It is a state of opportunity.
The reds are the origins.
The whites move in stealth
while the blacks arrive to serve,
the yellow race engages in commerce,
the browns plunge in to take up work,
a medley of the colours and races
regarded as heterogeneous
converts into a synthesis analogous.

A block and an arrest,
brought out by discrimination,
makes one knit his brow,
eye with disgust,
smell something fishy,
experience a distaste in the mouth,
a deliberate feel of irritation persists.
The governance forgets history
creates a furore by its policies.

The Texture


Nature is divine

Dense forests create an awe.
Land, with its terrains
ridges, gorges and lowlands
leave us bewitched.
Oceans and water forms
display a blend of azure and
present a backdrop.

Humanity enlivens.
The bustle and noise
throughout the days, the movement
across the globe for myriad reasons,
the battles and bloodshed for demands irrational,
the amity fostered among the brethren,
manifest a distinct pattern.

This intertwining of allure and buoyancy
sets the world’s cadence. The resultant texture
bewilders on occasions, inspires most sessions

The Bamboo Basket


bamboo basketI   am fascinated by a basket,
made of bamboo.
I am crazy.

It is a rectangular piece.
Involves no intricate arrangements.
Looks great.

The weaves are uniform,
dyed in vivid shades
olive and coral.

The handle is of bamboo
plain and strong.
The basket looks elegant.

The dimensions and the
environment-friendly
organic material encharms.

The basket is of significance
for its competence. Need to promote
indigenous hand crafts.

 

 

 

 

 

Vedas, Bible And Koran


Veda directs us to be modest.
Urges to draw away from pleasures
Life is temporal. Renunciate desire.
Repose faith in God.
Do we observe?

Love thy neighbour as thyself.
the Testament teaches.
Do not tell lies. Forgive and forget.
Christ’s call reverberates.
Do we understand?

The Prophet is kind.
Pray five times a day.  vedasKill not anyone.
Comfort the needy.  Avoid harsh speeches.
The Koran emphasises austerity.
Do we exercise?

The Vedic chant is mechanical.
Biblical references are extraneous.
Mohamed’s  deal fails.
We go on our own.
Don’t we?

We hoard with covetousness.
Fight and play deceit.
Terrorism becomes a transaction.
Bloodshed sees a disaster.
Is it not?

 

 

 

To Please God


 

The portals of the village temple
stay washed and clean
A billy goat walks in stride
with an aurora.

The black kid has no suspicion.
Enjoys the parade. Folks make merry.
A band plays. It sets up the mood.
Looks an entertainment.

The priest sprinkles turmeric water.
Scared, Billy bleats,
breaks and rushes away.

The party chase him,
while the priest urges him to return.
He attempts to escape. Defecates.

The axe falls on the neck.
The kid gives out a final ailing note.
while the eyes emit empathy.

Billy lays down his life.
It is a ritual based on superstition,
performed by Man to claim power and wealth.