I am mad
so I am very sad
but not bad.
Category: Poetry
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Incoherent Rambling.
It is fun to see those
who talk about crores
nothing they have done
not even for the sake of fun
but talk to the hearts 
content
lengthening it to an extent
about their achievements
amidst great impediments
when they did not perform
how could there be obstacles in any form
they go on and on rambling incessantly
hard to turn the ears to the incoherency.
Do makeups change a person’s looks?
it could give a shine temporary
not much a deviation in looks
the lipstick in colours seems extraordinary
the red lips do not blend with the complexion
they get smudged as the hours pass
patchy appearance is seen as a distraction
at times the lipstick seems to cause
a naughty look not deemed to be respectable
well, this could be my personal remark
hope not many to get offended in a possibility
each one has their own distinctive mark
with or without facials or makeups
whatever you call it to be
as I am ignorant of such startups
better I remain away from these and flee.
It is a Sunday evening
have nothing to do
mostly I do nothing always
sit and stare for hours
read and write for many hours
sleep soundly for many more hours
that is how I pass my days
either it be any day
Monday to Friday
through the week days
Saturday and Sunday
the week end days
I sit and stare
reas and write
sleep and sleep
any of you want to be like me?
nay, never as I know
you would all be busy always
no time to stand ans stare
if you try my professon once
would not leave it for ever
I sit and stare.
Five puppies lie on the lane
little ones sweet and cute
newborn with eyes yet to open
they lie under a tree.
The mother hovers around
careful of not letting anyone near
the little ones squeal and whimper
while the mother walks around.
One little pup
alert and on the move
tries to cross the road
a fast moving car
runs over it in a second.
The puppy drops down dead
blood splashed all over
the mother wails and bemoans
reminding of birth and death at once.
I keep my windows open while I sleep
a whiff of fresh air knocks me now and then
last night I was in my deep sleep
an incident different took place then
a sprinkle of water on the face
it did not bother me anyway
then a splash of cold water on my face
did disturb me only a little anyway
I was fast asleep all the more
there was a strike so forceful
the water was all over me
peeped through the window
saw the torrential pour in glee
the rains always make me glow
closed the windows reluctantly
as my eyes pleaded for a rest insidiously
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Ants In The Pantry
Ants all over
creep up well over
the smallest ones I find
tinier than a dot in a kind
seen in a swarm
makes me uncalm
I drive them away
it has been every day
the sugar is clouded with ants
next day they are in the pants
the other day in the loft
the grains are powdered soft
put my grocery out in the sun
they go out to play for fun
return the same evening to my pantry
a trail I undergo in both the countries
one being in the tropical
the other right on the equatorial
regions where insects and reptiles thrive
not in a progression of ones but fives
well, that is the way I am putting up with the ants
always bitten by them while I cry in a rant.
Living in an igloo
the rustic Eskimo
liked to giggle
in a noisy chuckle
he has his sledge
parked over the iced hedge
the reindeers pull the sledge
off it goes in a speed to the verge
glides through the ice precipice
up and down it goes on the ice
well, it is snow all around him
would he have ever seen the sun?
with its spread of warmth and light 
I see them all throughout my days
he sees the snow and its cold
with the darkness in a precipitate
I long to see the snow in its fluffy softness
he would wish to see the Sun in its radiance
that is what one feels about the other
the other side of the land is greener.
A little away from my surroundings
yet far away from the thoughts
I proceed with my journey
not talking of any of my kin
nor thinking of any din
it is a pull out rather
from the midst of minds not like mine
never shall I claim to be superior
as I know well my faults and slips
I wish to remain anonymous
not much could be said of me
not much of an achiever I am
the only stalk I hold steadfast
is not speak out impudently
if anyone does the same to me
I do not hate them
or become indignant
I walk away from them
never to set my eyes on them again
that is my fault and default
I could never change myself
nor I intend to do so.
it is the morning
the sun rises in the east
well, You would be knowing
I sprinkle water first
mixed with cow dung
around my porch effusively
the odour begins now with the dung
ithe inmates would find it repulsive
but I, for one, go by tradition
on the green coloured patch
a kolam is done as a rendition
the powder is made out of rice
a pleasant smell adds up to the charm
My morning chores call me loud
meantime, I rub my hair with gingelly oil
heated with garlic and pepper
a mild pungent smell emanates
with the oil in my head
I grate the coconut and chop the onion
add a pinch of asafoetida
I prepare the morning chutney
an aroma fills the air
it is so lively and appealing to me
you would think I am crazy
as you sniff and sneeze through
I rush to take my bath
apply shikakai profusely over my head
turn the shower setting it to warm
a luxurious bath I undertake
much to your chagrin and fury
while the house is wrapped with this odour
I come out to dry my hair with the fumes
coming out from the burning cinders
that flare up with the sambrani powder
the white fumes come up in circles
a faint pleasant smell to me in the go
the house now smells different
then I march into my kitchen
again to the onions, garlic and ginger
the dhal and vegetables, tamarind and curd
all combine together in proportions
let out a mixed smell on the whole
my chimney extracts the most
certain times it overworks
and fails to do a perfect job
all the food prepared is packed
the remains dumped in the refrigerator
another treasure house of the odour
the vessels are left to be washed
they release a smell offensive
as they lie there for hours
waiting for the arrival of the maid
the odour builds up gradually
the atoms and the neutrons combine
the kitchen becomes stuffy
I myself could not tolerate
I just close the kitchen door
throw open all the windows in the house
keep the main door wide open
.and sit waiting for my maid
I am happy , happier and happiest
to see her come in
at last she is there
My maid comes in a hurry
opens the back door with a heavy push
and in half an hour time cleans the vessels
dries them and arranges them in the shelf
dusts and sweeps the kitchen
washes the floor with the cleansing liquid
the stove and the walls are wiped smooth
she attend to the washhng area with a dedication
never she is miserly in the usage of water
it is I who think about water
as we have acute water shortage
she scrubs and mops the area forcefully
the kitchen appears pretty smart and lovely
next she enters the main living are
sweeps and mops the floor
removes the dust and cob webs that hang around
does it so meticulously with care and ease
as I sit there watching her
with an open mouth
my jaws open out in aghast
as to the mess I have confirmed
and the cleanliness my maid has affirmed
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