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An Inference


ambushIt is a commitment.

without any indictment

little did I know

I would be pulled into the flow

I was not in the arena  at all

somehow I was dragged  by a call

I innocently fell into the trap

caught in between unable to flap

struggled hard to come out

in an ambush  all throughout

fulfilled  with competence

this could be  an inference

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Weird And Stale


My heart sank

I felt tired

It is the countenance.

To camouflage

I put up a smile

vain and empty.

To associate  myself

I talk few words

relevant or irrelevant.

To pass the time

I sit with a pleasant face

all is weird  and stale.weird and stale

I

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Review Of Ramayana—The Game Of Life —The Shattered Dreams


A well-known epic, Ramayana, is clad in a beautiful attire by Shuba Vilas.

Valmiki’s Ramayana is straight-forward. Kamban, the renowned Tamil Poet, adorns it with poetic grandeur. Shubha Vilas derives the nectar from both the versions, carefully augments the narration with a relevance to society.

His outlook is likely to win the hearts of the modern reader.

It holds the techniques of governance, the principles of dharma and reveals the value of simplicity.

Dreams do haunt. They fascinate. They are precursors to the upcoming events.

The Ikshavaku dynasty or the Suryavamsa rulers had ruled Ayodhya for long. The pensive King Dasaratha is in distress. He paces up and down, fumes, frets, heaves and sighs. The mirror shows him that his hair has turned white. It is time for him to announce his successor. He is afraid of himself, scared of his dreams and seems restless. At this juncture, Shubha Vilas enters deftly picks up the thread and strings together the events that follow, spins in beautiful language the plots, the subplots. His characterisation is extremely insightful.His descriptions of the places, Ayodhya, Chitrakoot are so cryptic and full of imagery.

Rama, the protagonist upholds Dharma. The good and the bad are one and the same to him. Happiness and grief do not affect him. Wealth and penury are no different to this divine being. The day of his announcement as the heir apparent and the very nex day the denouncement and the exile are borne by this twenty-five -year-old with a sense of equanimity.The renunciation of worldly desires, obedience to his father and his love for his subjects make him great. He tells Bharatha, Our father has been just. ” You are the King Of  Cities,  I am the King of  Forests.You have a white Umbrella over your head I have a Green one.”

Bharatha is the most seasoned of all the four brothers rejects the sceptre that has come to him. He excels Rama as such. Rama obeys his father’s will. Bharatha has no such obligation, yet he renunciates the throne.

Lakshmana is service minded. With no compulsion whatsoever follows Rama. He is the fatherly figure. always caring. He rejects his princely luxuries, on his own, leaves his wife UrmilaThe Shattered Dream in Ayodhya and turns away sleep for fourteen years.

As every story has to have a villain, keikeyi plays the role perfectly. The lovely queen, full of innocence becomes a sorceress at the impetus of Mantara the hunchbacked maid. Her demands are atrocious, The one, the desire to make Bharatha a king is acceptable. It could be a motherly instinct. The other one, banishing Rama is horrendous. Her adamancy kills her husband.

Dasaratha, the sagacious King, known for his administrative acumen, is seen as a puppet in the hands of keiikeyi. He neglects Kausalya and showers all his riches on his wife keikeyi, who ruined him finally. it is destiny nothing else.

Sita the sweet princess follows Rama to the forests undergoes all discomforts but still maintains her charm and sense of humour.

Shubha Vilas dwells shortly on Dasavira, his conquests and his transformation to Ravana, His undaunted faith in Shiva has granted him many a charm. He uses them not for a purpose of prosperity but for destruction.Rama’s exile is with a reason.He is the only one who would annihilate the Rakshasa demon.

The “Shattered Dream” subtly tells us the way to perfection, the path to success, the modalities of good governance. It sheds light on how to live.  Forward is a propensity, easy to move ahead.  Backwards is a  setback hard to walk in the reverse. Yes, Life is punctuated by success and failures. Endure the strain with a pragmatism is what Rama wants to teach.

 

Life is eternal. It has to go on. The review would  end with Tennyson’s

“And out again I curve and flow

To join the brimming river,

For men may come and men may go,

But I go on forever.”

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Like To Fondle You.


It is a little daisy

Which makes me crazy

She beckons me to come near

I talk to her in a voice clear

Come to me, you little one

We both together would have fun

I would hold you to my bosom

You look pretty awesome.

You make me go frenzy

My heart goes dizzy

Your tender petals are so soft

I want to carry you aloft.

Oh! The beautiful Daisy over there

You seem to be without care

Come to me as soon as you can

I wish to fondle you as much as I can.

daisy

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The Wait Unsure


It cannot be termed new

these are  there for  years few

it is not a bolt from the blue

it comes and goes like the dew

a few months here I knew

other days away I knew

this alibi is there for in lieu

of my original which flew

I  have every cause to rue

think of the comforts  I enjoyed now overdue

recently going through an ordeal true

a bit of the sample taken as  a waitcue

makes me awry and robs my hue

I hover  for what I am not sure

perhaps a wait for the pass unsure.

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A Worldly Advice


The explicit  in a sense

the obvious in a way

the clarity in a say

the  focus in a stay

keeps us through the  day.

A lookout for the truth

curious to reach the depth

an attempt to save

a design to carry over

keeps us through the year.

A practical  sensibility

an unbiased disposition

a long standing patience

a notation for flexibility

keeps us through  the entire life.

That be the proposition

with a tactfulwordly advice execution

a foot here and a foot there

could lead to a disaster

be wary of it in all   matter.

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While Dead


A man died a day ago
people call him great
as he lived till yesterday
he was at default.

The flaws in life
grow and magnify while alive
the defects minimise
look nothing after death

The man dubbed as wayward
while he was living
turns wise and saintly
after his last breath.

The good that we do
lives after the mortals
the bad that we commit
is interred with the bones.

The memory is so short
as years pass onMSS8-every-man-dies-but-not-every-man-truly-lives fast
the dead man becomes history
and his deeds a story.

That be the way everywhere
a saint lives forever
a bad man dies a death
and remembered for never.

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The Squirrel And Ramayana


The squirrels cross my mind often
do also accost me direct
the one I found in Canada
like a big fat hen
looked so robust and strong
both in black and red tone
busy going up and down
gnawing nuts on the way.

The squirrels I see In India
look small and cute
light brown, could I say a mix
of grey and brown in a fix
with prominent stripes on the body
running all over in a mood gay
gnawing fruits on the way.

The stripes I see is peculiar
hold a story strange
attached to a mythology
tagged to the epic Ramayana
where Lord Rama touched the tiny one
the stripes appeared in a sudden
the Lord expressed his gratitude
as the squirrel helped him to win Ravana.

The epic highlights the theme
the smallest one could also render help
a significant illustration of love
a possible interpretation in the course
a symbolic representation of the values
and a point out that small is truly great
the stripes illustrate the theme of beatitude
along with the highest gratitude

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It Is One Of Joy.


It is a beautiful May morning

the sun is in its full strength

could see  the joy around in full length

the eyes of the children are sparkling

while they go up and down in the swing

they count the moves up to the tenth

they sigh and let out their breath

as they go high up all giggling

it is a pleasure to watch them play

not they know beyond that

a momentous rejoice it seems

an experience that stays for the day

not bothered of any other thing after that

peace transcends subtly in a seam.

children in swing.

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Professionals Out There.


Professionals you command respect

so long, you take care of  the ethics

when you link to the prospects

you  play cleverly with politics

focusing   on financials

your commitment  becomes secondary

so work culture loses its essential

whilst monetary attains  the primary slot

charges on an hourly basis are on rampant

you transform into Shylock

squeeze your clients  to a dampen

deluge them with so many blocks

the sense of professionalism is lost

you being in the team of  lawyers

your pursuit is not professional at any cost.lawyer