Category: thoughts

Two little sparrows
hop together and play
in the garden.

They trot across in joy
skip over the flower beds
picking the pollens.

In the backyard,
a bowl of rice is kept
in a bowl.

Mostly boiled
at times raw
as a feed.

Both hurry to the yard
fly around the bowl
and settle down.

I see them through the glass
never do I open the door,
I stay in till they finish.

it is a pleasure
to see them enjoy
I never miss out.

Not that it is a charity
or philanthropy of great
a small act very replenishing.

A break in the middle
be it to a twig
turns unmendable.

Could not be the same
be it to a bone
mostly retrievable.

A snap in a career
be it voluntary or unexpectedly
has its impact: good or bad.

The way you see it
sets the ball rolling
would take you to the goal.

I might be too preachy, nevertheless,
it is how one has to go about.
Accept the dictum and move ahead.

No more pain or fear
we have to live the life
with a meaning and for a purpose.

Haphazard in her fits
clumsy in her manners,
she minds, not a bit
never she is a planner
takes life in the ride
moves cheerful among all.
One day she turns a bride
stands very elegant and tall
beautiful in her bridal costumes.

She looks around with delight,
smiles coyly at her hubby
neat, organised and bright
she is slightly chubby
awesome, is it not?
I admire her transformation
striking difference.Is it not?
I watch her with rapt attention.

Went to sleep early that day
quite unusual in a way.

Woke up in the morning to the news
shocking and sudden. Could it be a ruse?

The currencies of denominations
500 and 1000 have undergone a ramification.

The overnight announcement
brought a denouement .

Ushered in an era of digitalisation
no more of cash in circulation.

A blow to the super rich
who hastily tried to ditch.

Loads of those notes
remain without a note.

Will the demonetization
clean the Indian nation?

A move to unearth black money
done in a way discreet, not funny.

Many detractors call it uncivilised
not those who are dignified.

Feeling envy is in the blood.
The grudge that comes up
needs no reason whatsoever.
The expression overcomes the analysis
being solely out of greed.
Nay not be it also the competence
that holds a larger share.
The thought of not able to achieve as much.
The feeling of not equalling the physical looks.
The desire to outsmart and out beat a success
all these go to bring in the hot jealousy
the way in and  the way out  this goes along
day in and day out this happens
being impossible to smother the claim
the spurt of unusual feel happens all of a sudden
this spontaneous and that which had been inherent
along with the one that has been accumulating with the years
bursts out unimaginably creating a dire consequence
condemn it to as jealousy and go your way.

The fathomless ocean in its enormity
silences me, being the character of the infinite.

I stay gazing at the tides
that flow in a nonchalance for times infinite

The greenish blue hue shimmers in the sunlight
brightens and softens in a range, the glory of the infinite.

The noise and the bustle around become insignificant
as the ocean roars with a resonance, the soul of the infinite.

Being a while near the ocean
the eternity encapsulates with a solemnity- a merge with the infinite

The crackers explode all through the night
frightening the young and old alike.
Babies cry when they hear the noise
seem to lose the beat for a moment.
The aged shudder when the blast become terrific
their heart stops momentarily.

Unconcerned the people ignite firecrackers
a way of celebrating Deepavali
the festival of lights. A practice
of longstanding- a sense of happiness.
The firing denotes the triumph of good
over evil. A valid festival has been transformed
into an irrational deliberation .

The expenditure far exceeds the revenue
leading to a borrowing heavy. The new clothes
for the family, the cost of crackers ,
the exchange of sweets and snacks all places
most of the people in debt. The solemnity of
the custom is lost in its threshold. The grandeur
steals the show which evolves into a meaningless
incredibility. The religious part is easily
forgotten. Deepavali ceases to be a festival of light.
A new theory is manifested in the celebrations

The gong bell sounds
the announcement for dinner
the boarders run in haste
lest they miss the delicacy.

It is a Sunday
party time it would be
fun and frolic fill, the inmates
anxiously await every week,

It could be a crispy potato wedge
could be pasta with tomatoes
or rice with stewed vegetables
the children are on the look out.

They stand in rows
the plates are distributed
they walk in order
help themselves liberally.

They are in for a surprise
as the dish turned out to be sumptuous
one of baby corn soup and mushroom spaghetti
a great treat for  the children
used to bland and insipid food .

Fascinated I am
not by a painting of Van Gogh,
but by an iron safe, year:1754.

Funny, isn’t it to like one
so huge, and sturdy.
Its ruggedness is exquisite.

The charm lies in its structure,
firm and impenetrable.
It has many secret chambers;
its keyholes, visible and invisible,
improves security and invites scrutiny.

The motifs on the door, the brass handles,
the emblem with the words
“Dieu Et Mon Droit” (God And My Right),
supported by a lion and a horse
extend pride to its stature.

I longed to buy one.
Protégé Ramu
saw not one, but two.
He promises to buy them
for an unbelievable price,
much higher than what
I would have offered.

I probe, check, cross verify.
Is the seller related to Ramu?
must be for some reason
he is in a hurry.
I pester him. Vexed,
at one stage, he bursts out
Amma, vendam enral solli vidunga
Amma, If you think like this
you are not going to buy them”.

Suspicion is not the better
part of my nature.
I trail. I derail.
Ramu makes up
for my indecisiveness.
He concludes the deal
knowing my penchant for antiques
and my fleeting indignation.

Now, I own impregnable safes.
Do I go with Bertrand Russell?
“In the modern world the stupid
are cocksure while the intelligent
are full of doubt.”