Category: thoughts

A great temple
2000 years old,
not a character of
scenic glamour, but
a symbol of holiness
enveloped in serenity
exploited by unmindful
commercials, inspires awe.

The sculptures on the five gopurams
the well defined Linga named as
Vaidyanatha swamy faces west,
not a familiar feature.
His consort, Thayilnayagi, turns
towards South and their son
Selvamuthu kumaraswamy
smiles facing East, while
Angarakan or Mars sees
towards south.The placements on
the four directions confirm
that God is Omniscient.

A medical prophet,Vaidhyanathar,
the presiding deity
cures 4448 diseases. A dip
in the pond rectifies skin
disorders. The belief is staunch
and the recovery is fast.

The wings of piety rise up,
despite the crude poor upkeep.

“Om Namasivaya’,  fills the air.

I have a bag packed
with the essentials
right from clothing to toileteries
adequate for a few days.

The travels are immediate
in the wee hours.
I catch the flight or get into the bus
not once prebooked.

It is not out of any urgency
predominantly due to my deficit
am not a planner, mainly
a hap hazard dealer.

With the bag ready
I travel up and down
around the world
carrying my knapsack.

The days of challenge
and the joy of living
fade into the oblivion
as the years pass.

The man and his wife
work with dedication
secure every opportunity
with a passion.

They struggle to earn
a decent revenue. The children
grow in no time. Win honours
A worthwhile return.

The man turns old and grey
The wife no sooner. They
look around. Espy what they have
missed out on many experiences.

They retire with lfewer
commitments. Wish to enjoy
what they could not. Realize
they are beyond.

It is Ram’s nature,
speaks sharp
behaves strange.

To him,
financials talk.
status counts.

Knowing him
I stay away,
a safe distance.

Many suffer humilations
might be of innocence
or insensitivity.

Thinks he is unassailabe.
Forgets that all are
immortal.

It is a distortion oflove.
She turns sad. She confirms
it as a manipulation.

Desolate, she cries.
The melancholy oppresses.
The angusih lasts life long.

Her eyes reflect her state.
Burn with rage and resentmen,
diplay malice.

The love is profound.
Days have not assuaged her
instead arouses the desire.

The broken love resumes
with an untold vigour.

Modifications exasperate me.
I alter time and again.
Monoony kills me.
Equated to a nagging in law.

My mind works without a stop.
The thoughts contend.
It is a race in speed.
Akin to a supersonic flight.

Had been so all this while
Unable to restrict myself,
am curious even at this ripe age.
It is my approach to life.

“I cannot believe my eyes,”
Teja screams. She is delighted.

“It is a dream come true,”
she exclaims. She is  elated.

Watching  her is gratifying.
She, in  early sixties,
jumps like a kid.

An Elysa can enthuse her.
A ballon brings immense joy.
She is enlivened by a rose.

Contentment is the king.
Enthusiasm drives her
to the end. She enjoys.

Age does not derail her.
She is brisk, alert, happy
and daring.

The quality makes her shine.

The mouth waters
when I bite the mango
the bitterness lingers.

Independence turns
a violence. Massacre
and death stare hard.

Tears of delight and angusih
score the celebration. The British
leave the Indian subcontinent.

The country lies torn.
Hindu Muslim divide
comes into force.

A manipulation
based on religion
achieves the target.

Harmony is lost forever.
Friends become foes.
Freedom hurts at this stage.

I jump up and down
when I see a pup.
The one with
half closed eyes
whines, while I
yell in a distraught.

It is different
when I see a dog.
I run pulling
the hurt right knee.
The dog chases.
snarls with bared teeth.

I fear none other.
The heart pounds.
It is the dog
and the dog alone
makes me dance.