Meenas PoemsLike to fly away unnoticed,
Like to sink deep unobserved,
Like to pass away unaware,
Like to slip off unseen.
The likes might sound as oddities,
Yet they are my wishing realities,
Releasing an escapism amidst trivialities,
By embracing wholeheartedly the infinities.
It is a French Leave,
It is above the sleeve,
Nothing much to grieve
Very much dissimilar to a believe.
I fear none but a shadow,
It may sound a bit shallow,
But it is a true halo.
The small image that follows,
Equips a trendy follow,
Creating a remnant shallow.
The moving shadow runs over,
Implying a frenzied hover,
Impressing a terrible devour.
The mystical virtuoso calls for,
A sullied crossover,
Defying a fear whatsoever.
There erupts a stifling languish ,
Casting a scare feverish,
Resulting in a grade impoverish.
There emanates a resurgence,
Calling for an emergence,
Specifically arriving on a turbulence.
The shadow slowly fades ,
Clearing the misty shades,
As they rest on cluster of blades.
It was a dainty ruby,
Red and blood-red,
Beauty and very beautiful,
Fine and pretty fine,
Glimmering and a glamour.
The little stone,
Set in yellow gold,
Amidst white diamonds,
Presents a colourful hue,
Takes the eyes out-of-place,
Leaving an amaze and an awe.
What does the world hold for you?
Treasures and Wealth
What does it seem to offer you?
Fun and frolic.
What does it make you?
Sane and practical.
What has it made of you?
Sober and Serene
What are you now?
Firm and Decided.
What will You be?
Stern and strict.
Looks like a puzzling frame.
Resembles a surrealism.
Yes ,A peculiar insight,
A baffling reverie.
Article first published as Mother of Three Boys on Blogcritics.
Mothering is a thrilling experience and a challenging adventure. Raising children is a responsibility that requires lot of attention and acute care.
Meenu got married at the age of 19, while she was in the final year of school. She was academically brilliant and was a top performer in other activities too. She won the best orator award consecutively for three years. Marriage at that tender age posed a little problem to her studies. In the course of her final year, she got pregnant. She took her new status in stride. She took her final examination at an advanced stage of pregnancy. A week afterwards, she delivered a beautiful boy. When the exam results were announced, she stood first in the university and was awarded a gold medal.
This little girl, just out of her teens, took her motherhood seriously. She nourished the child, feeding him in correct intervals. At the same time she pursued her post-graduate credentials and clinched honours with ease. She put her son in a play school .The boy was very mischievous and playful, but had sharp wit and keen observation skills. Meenu gave him personal coaching at home. She did not engage any tutors.
While she was engaged in bringing up her son, she became in the family way once again. Again she had a boy. Her caring this time was fine-tuned as she had gained experience and was five years older, 24 now. The second one was so quick in grasping numbers and words, that he mastered the skills of writing and reading in no time. He was reluctant to go to school, and threw tantrums, but Meenu with firm authority sent him to Kindergarten .The child soon got accustomed to the new surroundings, as he understood that his crying was brushed aside.
As she was busy with her two kids and business, she once again became a mother. The third boy was the most creative of the three. He was so attached to his mother that he always clung to her wherever she went. He hated school and wanted Meenu to be beside him always. Meenu had a tough time weaning him, making him drink milk from a cup .But she succeeded eventually by coaxing and cajoling him.
Each child requires different care and approaches.
The three boys have grown into adults. They are tall in stature, charming in looks, graceful in presentation, successful in their careers. The first one has attained a top position in the banking sector.The middle boy, who had a command of language and excelled in writing in his early years, has become a financial correspondent at Thomson Reuters. The most pampered of the lot, the third, is an art director. So they have pursued dissimilar careers.
Looking back, Meenu sees the rugged path she has 
traversed. Standing aside, she feels the tremendous stress she experienced. Relaxing now, she smiles at her success.
Thus mothering three boys is no mean achievement. It is as stressful as running a business or a government. Never talk less about it.
Read more: http://blogcritics.org/culture/article/mother-of-three-boys/#ixzz18kwep4i2
As it is locked in a frozen mould,
Anguish multiplies in a successive fold,
Nothing can be expressively told.
The heart is in terrific shatter ,
As emotions continuously batter,
Everything skews into tatters,
Causing strong uneasy jitters.
There exists a melancholic detraction,
There appears a plausible distraction.,
Mulling the mind and body in a traction.
Setting a combustible reaction.
An untold derailment is cast
As the three forces work fast ,
Oh! even a slight contrast
Would make the heart blast.
Why do you do so?
Asks my friend Jojo,
I have to find them so, so
Alas! lo, no,
All are nothing but pseudo.
A writer has a name pseudo,
A fraud has many names pseudo,
A billionaire has many accounts pseudo,
A politician has many entities pseudo,
A teacher teaches many lessons pseudo.
A government has many policies pseudo,
A leader has many plans pseudo,
A businessman has many deals pseudo,
A jeweller has many stones pseudo,
A historian has many records pseudo.
A lawyer argues for the pseudo,
A doctor treats illness pseudo,
An engineer builds with materials pseudo,
A banker advances to projects pseudo
A journalist reports incidents pseudo.
As we see pseudo all round,
As we hear pseudo all over,
As we experience pseudo everywhere,
As we live with pseudo always,
We proceed in a pseudo path,
Never to attain enlightenment.
Article first published as Vedic Astrology In Indian Marriages on Blogcritics.
Marriages in India are mostly arranged. Caste and creed are still very important in this ancient nation. Status and the family also takes a predominant role in settling marriages.
Money came last in the olden days, but now it is the prime issue. Physical appearance is also of great value, but comes second to the quality of the family.
There is a firm belief in Indian society that the background of the family is very important. Any flaw, small or large, the magnitude does not matter, is considered a weakness. The prospects for these families get restricted; other qualifications, such as wealth, education, and position, get brushed aside while fixing marriages.
Of late, astrology and reference to horoscopes command a lot of attention in settling alliances. There are many compatibilities to be analysed. The placing of Mars or Kuja, Rahu, Ketu, and Saturn or Sani in the twelve houses are scrutinised for a marriage proposal. Mars or Kuja in houses 1, 2, 4, 7, 8, or 12 of a Rashi or lunar chart, is Kuja dosha or manglik dosha. So if a boy with this dosha is married to a girl without this fault, the marriage will result in childlessness, disappointments, loss of happiness and wealth, and misunderstanding between husband and wife. So this dosha is to be carefully handled.
Thus many potential matches are not considered and many beautiful proposals do not end up in wedlock. The same effect occurs from the placement of Rahu and Ketu in various houses; their presence point towards unhappy marriages, divorce, and illness. Another fixation that scuttles worthy alliances.
When a marriage does happen, after careful matching, and amidst religious rituals and prayers, along with the blessings of elders and relatives—presumably, life should then go on, with no hindrance. But in reality does it?
Divorces were few in India a decade back. But now they are common. There are more divorces than marriages. Second marriages among women were unheard of some 10 to 15 years back. But now most girls seek remarriage immediately after getting legally divorced. Horoscope matching, which promises a long and happy wedded life, is shown to be baseless.
Yet Indians continue to be swayed by astrology, and of late the profession has become a money-spinner. The Indian subcontinent, which is fast becoming a powerful economy, should put these beliefs behind it. Marriages should be based on the fundamentals of happiness, pride, and the qualities of the bride and the groom.
Read more: http://blogcritics.org/culture/article/vedic-astrology-in-indian-marriages/#ixzz18cKmIT1I
I go to no concert,
I hear music from where I am,
The breaking of dawn is music to me,
As I hear the hen call cock a doodle do ,
It is a high pitch call,
Followed by the crows caw,
Which denotes a base tone,
Then come the sparrow chirping ,
In a gay collective note,
A little away I see a goat bleat,
Along with the cow’s moo,
Heightened by the donkey’s bray,
Jarring with the dog’s bow-wow,
Softened by the pussy cat’s meow.
As the day advances to mid morning,
The cry of the babies ,
Mark the loudness
While the constant chatter of elders,
In hushed tones,
The clatter of pans in the kitchen,
Bear a deafening frequency,
The hurried sweeping of the floor,
Call for a hustle
The mopping and brushing,
Create a swishing noise,
The hissing of a shower,
Presents a comfort zone.
The day draws to a close,
With the birds flying back,
Fluttering their wings,
The animals get calm ,
By retreating to their dens,
The children become sleepy,
Giving out a tired yawn,
While the adults relax back,
With the television on,
The gentle breeze sets in,
Refreshing with its melody,
As the night slowly embraces the sky.
In a harmonious excellence.
What will be tomorrow?
Will it dawn ?
Will it set?
Will it work?
Will it bring cheer?
Will it be disappointing?
Queries the pessimist.
The tone of not,
The sound of nay,
The inclination no,
The wish not to,
The expectation must not,
Emanates from the hopeless.
The staggering thought,
The desperate review,
The desolate preview,
The uneasy calm.
The stifling throttle,
The sharp animosity,
Lends a suspicion.
The frozen silence,
The sickening hesitation,
The alarming sentiment,
The trembling fear,
The awkward disgust,
The dizzy nagging,
Renders a pressure.
Living with such inkling,
Harbouring such qualms,
Carrying such defaults
Navigating through such tides,
Negotiating such tricky turns,
Demerits the meaning of life
The mind cannot much hold,
Let me search for pseudo,
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