While I wake up
I see the bright sunlight .
when I sleep
I see the darkness
that be the life
with a begin and a beginning
with an end and an ending.
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The Situation
An annoying sound
a honk, a bell, else
being time bound.
A honk deafening
at the most silent hour
lets no refund.
A jarring bell
at the most quiet time
delivers a tremble .
Be the situation
not the sound in itself
renders a devastation.
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Arumugam As He Be Called.
A beautiful song I had heard
not into any norms
be it a couplet, sonnet,
lyric or the modern Haiku
it is a song simple and sweet
melodious and lovely
as it came from the soul
deep from the heart
composed by a naive man
” Arumugam” as he be called
a dark lanky figure
with grey unkempt hair
knew not to read or write
yet spoke with worldly wisdom
named his daughter “Peace”
being born on the day
the second world war ended
called his grandson “Hot Water”
as he was drinking hot water
at the time the child was born
worked in my mother’s place for long
fond of all of us we being six
used to sing a song on the Pongal Day
a simple translation of his
” let the pot boil, boil
let the milk boil, boil
so does my master’s
wealth rise up and up
and his children grow
up and up”
singing he would throw me
up in the air with a laughter
wishing me to rise up to the sky
a genial man dead and gone
his voice echoes from the nether world
every year on the day of Pongal.
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Old Ideas keep Her Going.
She holds to old ideas
goes by the convention
never once deviates
thinks it is treason.
Up in the early morning
runs to have a quick bath
clads herself in a dress of tradition
enters the kitchen all purified .
Her belief being so all along
she cleans the kitchen
gets on to her work with a song
praising the Lord for all she has got.
Being a very good cook
has an expertise in great
swiftly she prepares the meals
sets off to her place of work.
This be the way she has lived
never once she faltered
an up and a rise be her goal
ever did she go go about.
I look at her with wonder
she is now in her early sixties
till she wakes up and moves about
with a same speed and skill.
Age does not cow her down
not that she has no ailments
does not show it out openly
manages with a big smile.
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I Dream Often.
I dream often
some being good in all
I feel happy.
I dream often
some turn bad in all
I feel sad.
Good and bad
make us happy and sad
as it has.
Let us not
be overjoyed or be desperate
by the ways.
Happy and sad
are abstract terms in all
not being virtual.
Be with them
as they come and go
not too often.
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My Own Little Town
I had been to a town
very simple in tone
had no fan fare whatsoever
small and beautiful as ever.
It had all the comforts dainty
shops and temples in plenty
parks and play areas were many
sophistication not so any.
The people were simple and smart
went with their work as if in a chart
bothered not about cast or creed
never one felt high of his breed.
The town being a quiet one
proposes to have a lot of fun
music and dance being the way of life
the geniality felt was beyond any strife.
Never could one see such a town
perhaps had an opportunity of my own
nay I do not want to fool you more a time
came in my dreams not once but many a time.
It was my thoughts that created it
if real could be one of a great hit
if it turns out to be true by grace
would turn out to be a lovely place
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Long It Seems To Be.
Long it seems to be
the days and nights go with it
the heaves and sighs combine with it
so do the laughter and smile intertwine.
Long it seems to be
the years and age go with it
the wrinkles and grey hair conjoin with it
so do the wisdom and experience interlock.
Long it seems to be
the ideas and ideals go with it
the thoughts and dreams relate with it
so do the focus and execution intermingle.
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A Splendour Every Year.
The first day of the month “thai”
how it is called in Tamil with love
comes in mid January
a festival called Pongal
being a thanksgiving to God
being celebrated with splendour
all throughout by the Tamils .
A beautiful concept as seen
wherein the harvest being over
new rice being brought in
an iron or a mud stove
and mud or metallic pots
adorned and sketched
with fastidious colours .
The images of leaves and flowers
drawn with such artistic instincts
while the floor shines with an ethnic print
which holds the rice powder as a base
around the pots are tied the rice stalk
mango leaves and turmeric stalks
add to the charm of the festival.
The family gathers around the stove
the conch is blown a sign to start
the lady of thee house comes forth
dressed up in a sari bright and new
with flowers around her hair
she places the pot on the stove
much to the cheer of the family.
The celebration progresses
as fresh milk is poured in to the pot
then the rice drained water is poured
till the brim of the pot
the firewood flames with a glow
the milk and water starts t boil
with the acceleration of heat.
The milk boils over slowly and steadily
being a sign of prosperity
the whole family stand there with a wait
pleased to see the milk boil with a force
rice is added in small measures
followed by jaggery, ghee and coconut flakes
along with cashew and raisins .
That being the pass over
the family then gathers around again
prays to the almighty with a fervour
a request is put forward earnestly
as to have continuous prosperity
all throughout the year and in future
so much so the festival passes peacefully.
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My Happiness Overwhelms
A child’s smile is like a flower in full bloom
its babble resounds a nightingale’s song
its walk resembles a peacock dance
my happiness overwhelms 
when I see a child.
Eloquent one could be
an intimacy holds the swing
spontaneity there could be
an inspiration takes off in wings.
The intensity creates the eloquence
the liveliest shoots up with an impulse
there could be no sequence
would never induct a repulse.
The non stop free flowing account
loaded with anecdotes and incidents
could ensure a grand delivery with no discount
a gripping tale holds all with no resent .
Eloquence is inborn and a gift beautiful
not all are silver tongued and craftsman great
shows up in itself from persons wonderful
an impression of wisdom and knowledge great
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