Category: thoughts

Rena was in the shadows of her mother.
She was unable to break out. She was tied down,
Remained in the dark during her prime years.

She got married. Played second fiddle to her husband.
She is behind him most of the years.Did not identify herself.
Stayed unknown all through her active years.

Very late in life, she wants to come out.
Did she do it straightforwardly?
No, she did in a subtle way.
Little open and little closed.

I look at Rena. She feigns a smile.

The sun comes and goes.
Plays like a child.
Seem to call peekaboo.
Hides its face for a while
people run around fearing rain
only to find the sun out again.

At times it is fun to have it that way.
The sky is overcast and cloudy for a time
The clouds diffuse. The sky turns bright a little later
A phenomenon based on the theory of incredibility.
Much like men who laugh and frown, smile and grieve
Bear a countenance hard to believe.

What would happen?
if the mind is crooked
with the head high up.

I am ecstatic when I see a fish
excited when I hold a bunny
thrilled when I behold a peacock
go crazy when I see a sparrow.

I freeze when I catch a glimpse of a dog
I tremble. I run.
Even the pup scares me. I keep away from the little one.
I fear them from childhood.

While others make me happy
I turn apprehensive of dogs.
Called as cynophobia this psychosis
drives me mad at times
when I visit my friends who hold dogs with love.

My city’s roads have stray dogs at every corner.
Know not when they would pounce on you.
I seldom walk alone on the roads.
The mongrels allow me not to saunter.

A discipline that took me by surprise
that of a protest without a murmur.

An aggression quiet and focused
lasted for six days.

The students, in majority, kept vigil
safeguarded women and children.

Food and water were delivered
without interruptions by people.

No untoward incident whatsoever
was heard or seen.

It was a graceful turnout,
ended in a success.

Never has the world seen such an upheaval
An achievement, not ordinary but, glorious.

A sea of humanity
on the beaches of Marina
unseen so long,
unexpected till date.

It being an agitation without violence
against the ban of “jallikattu”.
A novel way to express the displeasure
never heard anywhere in the world.

“Jallikattu” name implies
(jalli- money, Kattu –tied on the horns)
a gamble – betting on bulls
a high promissory reward
awaits the one who tames the bull.

A game of valour played for ages,
mostly in Vaadivasal, Alanganallur
of Madurai in Southern Tamilnadu.
primarily agricultural hamlets.

Judiciary has stirred the hornet’s nest
The people gather in public places
almost in all towns of Tamilnadu.
An upheaval sans bloodshed.

Solidarity is explicit.
Hear not a voice of dissent.
“Jallikattu vendum” is the cry
heard in intervals.

It is a movement of the people
where students, the employed
the retired participate in earnest.
Faith in self is evident.

Politicians find no place
The Police turn friendly.
The government listens.
An ordinance is passed.

The protest continues
People need not a temporary respite
They demand a permanent resolution.
They sit and wait.

Great!

“You do not have a sharp nose.
It is blunt and rounded.

Your eyes are big
deep-set and dark.

You are short and flabby
with broad shoulders.

You are prosaic in looks
could trace nothing poetic.

You are not slender
neither elegant nor graceful.”

She mocks at one
who embodies charm.

It is a tease, for fun she says
Could that be said always?

The cocks which kept me happy
running around all the time
pecking on the worms and insects
helped me keep my garden clean
encountered a villain in the form of a stray dog.

In the early hours a wild dog
jumped over my wall
overturned the cock’s house.
The latch gave way.
My robust cock was bitten.

A wail – a pathetic cock a doodle doo
woke us all up in the morning
The watchman ran to save the cock.
The dog snarled at him with its blood soaked teeth.
Pounced on him. The old man was jolted.

He drove the dog out with a big staff.
The cock lay in a pool of blood.
Its white feathers turning crimson red.
A hoary sight!.

That was the end of “My good fat cock”.
The docile one moves about quietly.

No more of chatter, fun and bustle.

In a circle of people with little insight and learning,
Rena is the one with in-depth learning.

They find her to be a strange being different in all ways
least knowing they are mediocre in most ways

She is a misfit among the crowd, a wise one
but being labelled as dull one

Poor Rena has to live knows not what to do?
She cries. What else can she do?

She is not the only one in this world who buries her feelings deep.
Many such Renas are there who hold untold expressions. deep.

The music I am listening stirs my soul.
I feel I am the sole.

I see none beside me
It is me and me.

My eyes turn moist with tears.
The song is soulful and tears.

The melody penetrates resulting in an exuberance
Could experience an exhilarating exuberance.

I am in absolute bliss.
Great is the bliss.