The world I know
is seen from my lounge.
A few hours in the internet
keeps me going with a understaning
bringing the world to me closer.
A few more hours of reading’
takes me to the past
when my ancestors lived,
also to the present
when my children exist.
With a few more hours listening to music
bring memories of the singers
who were hailed as masters
and still remembered for their prowess.
The rest of the hours is dedicated to slumber
that which is a temporary death
taking a chance that if I open my eyes
i am still alive and if eyes not opened
I have passed off into the past.
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Elections.
Elections are here once again.
The politicians visit the voters in turns
with pleas to vote them again.
The ruling party hade made a good churn
taking the cream and rejecting the residual gain.
The opposition set the opposite leaders effigies to a burn.
They want a chance to rule and put forth a bargain.
The party men brag about their leaders fame.
they talk about them with fervour and enter into blows
if any one speaks ill or damages their game.
Flags of all parties are pitched on either side of the roads.
They flutter and flounder all along without a blame.
The people, Kings, for the time being do not offload
their work but go about their daily chores all the same.
Not honouring the claims and tries of the political goal.
Passing the age
when time governed me
as there are no check mates for me
like getting ready for work,
as a minute late would charge me.
No need to drop the kids at school
and pack their lunch in a hurry.
Time lags behind me now
as a tardy agent un focused and
unknowing that I have crossed the period
long back with a hearty radiance and
a gleeful cheer not always so happy
but most of the time except for a few
mishaps that blocked the source
but successfully crossed over
Well, now, I have conquered ‘Time”
like Alexander the great
conqueror of land all times.
I had a funny interaction
with an official of immigration.
Business is my profession
and entered so without any digression.I
Going through my details the official
saw through me and scrutinised my facial
seeing none of the professional make ups
asked me a question that made me look up.
Why did you enter business as your occupation?
Why not you fill it as a house wife by vocation?
I chuckled to myself and did not bother to answer
as the official has no say over my professional transfer.
After a short break
went back home
opening the main door
holding it ajar
found nothing different
but smelt something pleasant.
Sniffing I went inside slowly
failing to find anything unholy
got trepidated and appalled.
Fearing to ask anyone
carefully scrutinised one by one.
Nothing could be found.
Apprehensive,I checked my
wardrobes and almirahs thoroughly.
Parking the car in the garage
my husband walked in at last
and seeing my face with fear
could make out that in real
something was amiss.
he also got the smell in a fizz
and broke into laughter irrelevant
alleviating my disturbance
Holding himself back he came out
that he had forgotten to switch off
the room fragrance spray.
.
A lady walked past
in a gentle stride
with a pink high-heeled
and a pretty pink hand bag
wearing a pink diamond bracelet
and a matching diamond necklace
ears dangling with pink drops
and a pink crystal band
holding her long hair
It was pink all through
and she was also pinkish fair.
It was a delight to look at her
until a time when another
lady simple as she could be
dressed daintily glided
gracefully along the aisle with poise
decked with a lovely benign smile.
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The things around are in such glare
that my eyes get blind unable to stare.
Stare do I narrowing my eyes at the grandeur
that hangs on ebullient like the chandelier.
Things not trivial with lot of materials
cause a deep hurt and lead to an arterial
insufficiency that leads to an infraction
of both the mind and heart in a reaction.
Let it go and forget it say my friends
as though it is easy to go like the trend.
Going with Shakespeare I affirm
” No one can master the grief
except the one who has it.”
There was a big fat hen
in the farm of Ben.
It cackled and hooted
c*ck a doodle doo
waking everyone up
Ben would come with a cup
of boiling tea and a slice of bread
munching he threw the bread
crumbs to the good fat hen which pecked
each one in an attentive note and trekked
behind the fence in search of its chickens
who were spread along the grains dense.
It fed the chickens with what little it had
thus illustrating that motherly affection
comes before everything else .
Having an appointment at 9.30.a.m.
I had to rush to the rendez vous.
Driving fast as it was already 9 a.m
I dashed against the signal
my car’s bonnet got dented.
I rashly drove further
hopped on the speed breaker
while my head suffered a knock severe.
Bearing the pain I made a swift turn
a bus came and I rammed into it.
Getting down from the car
paying no attention to the shouts
Iran all the way to the rendez vous
Lo! the people have long dispersed
The call of cheap is prosaic
but made attractive in vague
by adding fringes in opaque
gaining validity by terms
of advertisements and in form
reaching out to frailties in storm.
Cheap once upon a time
meant something derogatory and crime
that which is not approved by all
that which stood for low quality in all
that which also indicates bad behaviour all in all..
Cheap has risen to lofty high
with free bies and hoarse cries.
Cheap air tickets go with tries
no other facilities in the skies
being caged in an aircraft for hours
without air and space in a tower.
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