The world I know
is seen from my lounge.
A few hours in the internet
keeps me going with a understaning
bringing the world to me closer.
A few more hours of reading’
takes me to the past
when my ancestors lived,
also to the present
when my children exist.
With a few more hours listening to music
bring memories of the singers
who were hailed as masters
and still remembered for their prowess.
The rest of the hours is dedicated to slumber
that which is a temporary death
taking a chance that if I open my eyes
i am still alive and if eyes not opened
I have passed off into the past.
Category: thoughts
Passing the age
when time governed me
as there are no check mates for me
like getting ready for work,
as a minute late would charge me.
No need to drop the kids at school
and pack their lunch in a hurry.
Time lags behind me now
as a tardy agent un focused and
unknowing that I have crossed the period
long back with a hearty radiance and
a gleeful cheer not always so happy
but most of the time except for a few
mishaps that blocked the source
but successfully crossed over
Well, now, I have conquered ‘Time”
like Alexander the great
conqueror of land all times.
A lady walked past
in a gentle stride
with a pink high-heeled
and a pretty pink hand bag
wearing a pink diamond bracelet
and a matching diamond necklace
ears dangling with pink drops
and a pink crystal band
holding her long hair
It was pink all through
and she was also pinkish fair.
It was a delight to look at her
until a time when another
lady simple as she could be
dressed daintily glided
gracefully along the aisle with poise
decked with a lovely benign smile.
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The things around are in such glare
that my eyes get blind unable to stare.
Stare do I narrowing my eyes at the grandeur
that hangs on ebullient like the chandelier.
Things not trivial with lot of materials
cause a deep hurt and lead to an arterial
insufficiency that leads to an infraction
of both the mind and heart in a reaction.
Let it go and forget it say my friends
as though it is easy to go like the trend.
Going with Shakespeare I affirm
” No one can master the grief
except the one who has it.”
Having an appointment at 9.30.a.m.
I had to rush to the rendez vous.
Driving fast as it was already 9 a.m
I dashed against the signal
my car’s bonnet got dented.
I rashly drove further
hopped on the speed breaker
while my head suffered a knock severe.
Bearing the pain I made a swift turn
a bus came and I rammed into it.
Getting down from the car
paying no attention to the shouts
Iran all the way to the rendez vous
Lo! the people have long dispersed
A drunk man never tells lies
I know not for sure.
Drunkenness if in rise
makes the mind poor
leaving it in a numbed state
unaware of good and bad.
As such there is no rebate
and he talks with a note sad.
The alertness gets abated
and his talk seems not a fad.
Lies are built by the mind strong.
To speak truth there is no skill required
That being the validity of the case in a throng
the saying drunkard talks truth as gained
popularity and significance also in songs.
Up in the mountain
there is a fountain
lying in the middle of
the vast stretch of grass soft.
The water is warm
and clear as it swarms
out of its origin with a speed
gushing out a sprinkle in the lead.
The water is an herbal concoction
and is known for its resurrection
that it brings about on those
who take bath with a desired chose.
Categories
The Cats Crossing
see cats so many
in my area from tiny
to huge and ironically
they cross me every morn
particularly the brown
one which goes from
right to left when
I open the main door..
There is a saying of yore
in my part of the state
that cats crossing the gate
when one goes out
and mewing loud
when one wakes up
are bad omen bringing bad luck
Well, I have been seeing not one
but scores of them criss crossing
my path from the day let me say
when I was born more than
a half century ago in this land.
Nothing untoward has happened
and no fortune has jacked .
me up when they do not appear.
It is a game they call
It is hide and seek.
it is a child’s play
with one hiding
and one finding.
How many places
they find to hide?
How many ways
they seek to find?
Spots which else
not known to many
get to be discovered
with a strain unfelt.
Hide and seek
goes in a form
lively and gay..
keeping the children
in a happy sway.
The game covers
the adults too
with an altered vision
where innocence gets away
comes in the impulsiveness
in a stealthy stream.
Concealing the presence
for reasons of corruption
is in vogue nowadays.
The cops engage in a seek
driving it hard in places
unknown and unheard of.
Hiding behind a veil
to keep away from shame
has taken a turn at present
while the ignominy strikes through
the ashamed gets out
getting behind someone .
A game of the young
has become a game of
the adults too
not for joy and love of it
but out of necessity and disgrace.
Love me for what I am
not for what I am not
said the poetic muse.
Love me not for my beauty
but for the pleasant thoughts
I give you, said the rose.
Love me not for my wisdom
but for the human experience
said Solomon the wise.
Love me not for my bravery
but for my compassion
said Asokha the Emperor .
Love us not for our grandeur
but for our uniqueness
intimate the frescoes of Michael Angelo.
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