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charity Poetry

The Month Of Karthigai


maavilakuThe temple above the hills

a place beautiful and still

throbs with life this month particular

the l month called karthigai  in vernacular

when devotees from all walks of life

come to the temple with  a dedicated strife

go around the temple  singing hymns in emotion

go up the hill with full devotion

with coconuts and bananas  in a basket

along with flowers and betel leaves

pray to the presiding deity Shanmugha

chanting in ecstasy “arokara, arokara”

light up the  specially made maavillaku

that being of rice  flour and jaggery mixed

with the cotton thread profusely soaked

as ghee is liberally smothered on it

lights up with a gentle flame glowing

a sight so profound and gracious

a sequence of bliss and calm

up there the God is bathed in milk and curd

then with sandal and sacred ash

finally dressed up like a king

the crowd goes fanatic as they shout

“Muruga, Muruga”  with eyes turning moist

go down the steps as if in a trance

the fulfillment comes to a vivacious  turn

with  many devotees extending food to the poor

a ritual carried on by generations, no doubt

a symbol of devotion and charity merged together

as the wealth passes on to the progeny

so does nobility flows from the elders to the younger

the month karthigai  finds a place

a rank, a status honourable and divine.

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Poetry

The Back Door Walks In


A cold night it was

the family was in a relax

the seven little children in smiles great

after a dinner  with nothing to grumble  in rate

the mother settling her chores in a hurry

the father busy with the dishes all too dreary

the eldest one playing “Clash of clan” happily

the next three playing with lego sweetly
while the youngest three almost asleep
a friend of the family snoring deep
a noise, very slight from the backyard
then a creak and a screech not too bad
followed by a big thud and bang deafening
the wife stood motionless and quivering
the husband rushed to the spot in panic
while the friend held the children together
the back door moved with a stagger inside
devastated the family stood aghast on all sides
the snow creeped inside slowly and stealthily
the dark night became a nightmare gradually
all nine of them trapped inside the house
with the snow around them creating a chaos

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crazy Poetry

A Crazy Damsel


Small things fascinate me

a rose for instance  enraptures

so do an ant

also a chocolate devastates

music in a likelihood intoxicates

and the ants in a rownature totally distracts

leave alone a poem or fiction

take me up in a flight

as I lose touch with reality

live in a world of fascination

you might call it an illusion

forgetting the role, I have to play

my daily life runs amuck

while I  unknowingly get stuck

know not how to come out

a crazy damsel all in the go.

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humourous. Poetry

Not One But A Pair


They live therecats

sitting in a  big chair

not as one but in a  pair

grin  at us with a smile

chuckle  with a vile

act in a style

purr and whimper

jump and scamper

they are not  small beings

very clever in their doings

smart in the thinking

make us look little

as they giggle

we face a struggle

as to shoo them off

needs a  skill great thereof.

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law Poetry

Dark As it Holds–10


The dark as it unfolds

enters not very bold

comes with a look cold

as the light gets on board

with its paraphernalia  on-road

the take off assumes a grandeur

as the sun slowly descends at yonder

the yellowish red hue keeps one in rapture

the picturesque moment is one to capture

the dark meekly comes into the horizon

timid and fearful all without reason

a thickness enwraps the  zone

where nothing could penetrate even in tone

the rigidity extends a qualm and a soreness

 down the spine travels the bitter chilliness

the feeling around is one of unfriendliness

yet the earth is punctuated by light and darkness

Be that  the law of nature elucidating  a significance

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physical Poetry

Zero And Infinity


Zero and infinity are not one and the same.

Zero is a nothing almost bare.

infinity is everything uncountable.

To me,  both look one and the same

as Zero  encompasses everything in nothing

while infinity encircles so many things beyond

this might be that and that might be this

not in real terms but that could be in abstract.

Zero-One-Infinity

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falls Poetry snow

Snow ALL Through


Snow pummels all through

falls in a precipice without a clue

the cold sneaks into the bones

it is killing freeze in tone

know not where the houses stand

 sheets of snow lie there  as strands

a sudden spurt it was  all in a burst

doors and panels all covered with the crust

vehicles have come to a halt and stay

 passengers  are stranded midway 

nothing to drink or munch

could only drink snow as such

the thirst is satiated thus

it is a disbelief in full stretch

whiteness lies in  a wretch

the Federation clasps its fingers in turmoil

redeeming itself is a task requiring toil

the onset of winter is harsh

wicked looks the white snow

disastrous would be the days ahead.

God be with you, Northern America!

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Life Poetry

Dark As It Holds—9


With the darkness around

being impenetrable  and dense

light is a rarity not to be tracked

negotiating the way through

signals fear and strife

yet it is an adventure  to cross

the sea of darkness

that be in life and death

all simultaneously in a stroke

one who wins in life

loses himself in death

could be the other way round

as life and death are correlated

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day night Poetry

Dark As it Holds—-8


day and night

Strange it would be

dark does caress and lift

a dark phase in life

could be a bad one

a dark man out there

need not be bad

the night  is dark

hosts  slumber in all

sleep is a  big deal

great in general feel

could be told of light

the light bothers and strains

the fair man amongst us

will not be just and fair

the day is bright

beholds crimes many

work all day is fine

a little rest gives a shine

Well, that be the thoughts

light and dark alternate

making day and night

they definitely moderate

themes good and bad

they do not have inhibitions

they occupy the space

they are a fit challenge

one vying in a combat.

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Poetry

Dark As it Holds —7


They say dark is  clandestine

it is they claim one of disdain

Whatever be its indemnity

all in its  entity

assumes an apprehension

 seems as a hallucination

discard not the darkness as frivolous

it is but vast and enormous

the darkness persists steadfastly

dissipating the clamour is beyond  task

be it in the mind as abstract

be it in real as intact

dark holds a validity

could be that of any impunity

accept it with grace

it will pass off without a trace.

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