The Krishna Leela, a cosmic dance
a game of infatuation and romance
tantalises the beholders.
The world comes to a standstill
portrayed in the miniature scenario.
The Gopikas are bewitched by Krishna.
The churning of curd stops abruptly
while the hands that hold the rope
remains motionless, the eyes seem to fall out.
The Gopikas see him in a corner
face smeared with butter as a toddler.
In a few houses, Krishna walks in as a boy
climbs up the ladder steals butter
and plays with the Gopikas.
A little away he enters as an adult
teases and plays a love game with them
All at the same time Krishna takes the various forms
An implication that he is one and the same,
a child, a boy and an adult. All to make people merry.
Perhaps for a reason known to those who read between.
Creativity is a fruit of passion be it anywhere and anytime.
Not steadfast as anyone
Not reliable as any other
I live my life
not sticking to one thing
at any time and anywhere.
Not once but several times,
not anything new as it sounds
I resolve and follow
not for long as I deviate
always for reasons plenty.
Not that the rains fail
Not that the rains abound
I too fall on the same line
seem to be aggrieved at occasions
happen to be happy at intervals.
Not that the sun is abusive.
Not that the Sun is a felicity
I am both hot and cold
as my moods oscillate
like a pendulum.
Not that the Sea is calm
nor that the ocean is ferocious
I am enthusiastic as all
and depressed I turn at all
apparently a chameleon.
I do stand like a mountain
obdurate as much as I could be
I give way to gossip that range
being pervasive as the wind
blowing out and in.
A caricature I draw of myself.
It resembles the sun, mountain, the sea.
Have I forgotten the moon
the sweetest of all? Not at all.
It is the first of my module waxing and waning.
I am all the elements of nature except fire.
If I am one like the fire, I would perish.
Medicines I rarely take
not that I need them not
that because I am allergic to most.
If at all I take once in a way
I lose my head and am in bed
wheezing and pining.
Had been so in my childhood
having the mother to take care off
an experience never I forget.
I grew older with the family around
had bouts of illness on and off
once or twice led me to a confinement.
Mostly without medicine, I prolong
not that I say I am a saint who gets cured by prayers
but forced by my status – allergy prone.
The process turns longer than usual
coughing, sneezing and aching persist for long
making me sick for days.
Seen from all the angles, spending time at home
I am a different person
not tagging with the majority.
Not aware of my constraints
friends and foes alike mock
calling me a sophisticated being.
Like not to tell anything to anybody.
I tread the path set for me.
Few more years may be.would I be around.LieLike l
My friends ask
“What do you do?”
It is been not once.
I want to ask them
“What do you want me to do”?
They continue their questionnaire
“How do you spend time in a small town”?
It has been on several occasions.
I wish to question them
“Small or big, does it matter”?
They do not stop the interrogation.They go.
“Why not you come out with your schedule”?
I burst out laughing.
If I reveal my itinerary, they would be shocked.
What is my time table? The first time, I think of it.
How to draw reliable programmes?
I google. I research. I seek help from software technology.
Nowhere, could I find my pursuit. I spend the whole week.
It strikes the chord. This is the way I spend time.
Doing something worthy of nothing.
The drama in governance
vying for power is witnessed. There is
shouting, grabbing, hurling at each other.
One leader comes out,
with a shirt torn. The other
falls down bleeding. A floor test is being conducted.
The opposition is evicted. Those who demand
secret balloting are expelled. The test takes place.
The winner is the one who paid most.
Atrocious claim the people. Their mind rebels.
It is the calibre that accounts. The legislators
are tea shop vendors and small time shoppers.
What much can we expect from such?
A deliberation that is keeping no mind at rest.
An awareness that is late.being for the good as ever.
Power makes one a devil. He starts loving authority
Money turns the other into a satan.– the one turns a Midas.
With these in excess, he loses his humanitarian qualities.
No business flourishes as politics. A Video shop owner turns a billionaire.
A tea shop vendor has a few billion less. All in a matter of a decade.
The rest follow. Count the currency for each and every deal.
A hypothesis that works.
It is a no investment business with enormous revenue.
A black letter day in the annals of Tamilnadu, a state in India.
It is one of the advanced states in the country. Its people are educated.
Imagine the plight of the other states in the Indian Union.
Sevag builds, an exercise,
he has been doing for years.
His maiden attempt
a hall at the back of the house.
He minimised the expenditure
an extension resting on the compound wall
a lengthy one with a width of 10 feet
roof being tiled with old ones bought cheap
stand clumsy and shabby with coarse flooring
an evidence of his architectural skill.
The next one was a commercial
being in a narrow street
where people can walk easily
while cars could go in with difficulty.
Nothing much worthy there.
The second one is his own house
located on the dead end of the street
little crooked and prosaic.
Proposes certain decorations on the ceiling
merge not with the ambience
nevertheless, could be termed as a shelter.
The latest one is a house in his place
the land being in length with less of a width
has two windows high above
with the porch of glass.
Looks like a skinny man with scant flesh
Presents a gaunt appearance.
He takes pride in his skill.
Talks about his money and material.
Tells that he has spent millions.
People listen to him in awe.
Fortunate to have a coterie around
who nod their head bold.
He might indulge in many such constructions.
His place would commemorate his acumen.
Like those of the seven wonders of the world.
I see him walk with a peculiar gait.
It is Mona’s style
a beautiful one
a braided hair
with three plaits
very well done
could see not a hair out
nor a form out of mark.
Her costume distinct
a pleated skirt long
modest and attractive
the colour in pastel pink
along with a matching blouse
long sleeved and simple
adds to her charm.
She is nimble-footed
elegant in her walk
makes the least sound
as she glides through
with a twinkle in her eyes
and a smile bewitching
seems like an angel.
Mona is an ethereal beauty
different from the prevalent theory
of a fair skin, tall and bony.
She is in a plane higher still
elegant and majestic in her stride
one who commands reverence
a classicist among the mundane.
It is Valentine
one of love.
A courtly love
one of attraction
a romantic relationship
It is Valentine’s wish
from the heart
Not much known
in the east
a Western celebration
A cry deep down
heard by none
felt by one
being a call in anguish
perhaps, a plea to save.
A growth phenomenal
a minute sperm
merges with another
starts its journey.
The sperm being an egg
turns big like a small mango
becomes known as a fetus
breathes in life in the course
exercises its limbs.
It moves around the sac of fluid
hears the noise around
recognises the mother’s voice
waits for the day in anxiety
when it would rest in its mother’s bosom.
A jolt from the blue
the fetus suffers
a man made one
an ejection medically
it lies on the table
fighting for breath.
It longs for its mama’s fondling
at least a last hold
it would be not so
as it is removed in a hurry
down into the trash.
The flight into the unfathomable.
The spread of religions
inspires and induces the land for centuries.
A transformation takes place being
a turn off from the previous faith.
Traders travel in search of fortunes.
To pray and celebrate they set up their Gods.
Churches, temples, mosques and viharas
whichever is appropriate are erected.
A kind of orientation takes place.
Conversion is on the anvil. Could be
out of compulsion or will.
it is the poor who succumb to conversions.
The differences arise in course of time,
Feuds and skirmishes interrupt the daily life.
Man enslaves man. Revolution is sporadic.
Bloodshed, death and disaster are rampant.
Terrorism is born. The distinction becomes discriminatory.
Governance is in jeopardy.
The man at the helm imposes a travel ban.
Restricts entry of people of certain nations.
Chaos prevails. Litigation follows. Legality refrains.
A scenario seen in recent times.
The nation which suppressed the communities
for its benefits is at the receiving end.
It is as the Bible quoths,
“As you sow, so shall you reap.”