Category: thoughts

I dream often
in the nights
while I sleep sound.
I do have such fantasy
while I remain
wide awake in the
mornings.

None of them
have come true.
I hear many have
realized their dreams .
One of my relatives
interprets with precision
each one’s.

I do not wish
to disclose those
of mine to her
as they belong to me
I am possessive
to the core.
I keep them
within me.

The kinds of
dreams are
too many,
They harp on
joy, harbour
fear, castings
of sorrow
overcome.

Some stay in mind,
most fade soon
without registering.
Dreams are simple
being the outcome
of repeated thoughts
that come with no evidence.

Transparency is an ideology ,
the most required one
being very hard to find
the world being
filled with untruth
fraudulence.

Frankness, is idiosyncratic.,
a rarity as the teeming
population are deceitful,
masquerade and act
like one who is most
innocent and an
epitome of all goodness.

Possessing these two
are virtuous but disallow
fame and prosperity.
Few accept these
the rest pay no attention.
Ideologies never
earn a reward.

An afterthought perhaps,
rockets sent to other planets
in the garb of research,
renders a vulnerability
that being one of counter.
Those from the Moon,
and Mars invade earth
with their tools

National disharmony,
international disputes,
make the earth bleed,
Disaster overwhelms,
Not enough,
Man goes knocking
i the ethereal,
raps the planets,
swims into them
wishes to colonise.

A kind of greed,
termed adorably as
technological progress,
will land us in Moon,’Mars,
Jupiter. The reciprocal
will be tumultuous.

Beware!

A creamy white glitter
almost a perfect circle.
smooth and fluffy
embedded in a dark
non metallic like structure
gleams with a brightness,
not dazzling,
catches the eye.

Unable to take the eyes
from the beautiful one,
I gaze at the amazing
feature. Not only I
but many others like me
stuck by the loveliness
drink the milk of grace
with pleasure.

That be of this gracious one,
oscillating prettily,
a resource of bliss and happiness
turns an object of research.
Scientists attempt to reach her.
Few of them have stepped on her
The other one is almost there,
rattling her composure.

Technological progress,
being an achievement,
extends its sway
over the externals.
the zones where
tranquility nestles.
Besieging the graceful Moon
is the latest task, one to
dishevel the transcendental.

Politicians. a strange
breed,make and mar
the nation they rule.

Few of them, exceptions
turn the land into a haven
of peace and prosperity.

Most loot and rob in speed
empty the exchequer
tear and tarnish the nation,

Spouses fattened by
power and money, raise
a family with no morals

Unbridled grows the
man’s avarice, reigns
with unlimited power.

Little they realize.
at the drunken state.
nothing is permanent.

That which jacked them
to heights pulls them down
to unexpected depths.

Wherever it be,India
or Malaysia,the hands
of justice strike with a force.

Condemned to jail
the man stays in
ignominy. His plunder
lies safe in the lockers.

revelation leads to prison.
Ignominious. The path
of greed seals the
ride to honour.

It cannot be a fact,
that breaks my back,
makes me crazy
I turn dizzy.

it being a blatant lie
emanates from the sly
just an onslaught
one being bought.

Enraged I walk up and down.
my eyes knot in a frown,
I fume, froth and sigh
with my head held high.

Momentarily I am upset
after pick the strains instead.
wish to dash their hopes
and roll them down the slopes.

My upbringing restrains
I set aside the pain.
Resolve to shun their gossip
will catch them before they slip.

Reluctant with myself 
a tinge of abhorrence
intensifies.

I set aside the chores,
a mood of contemplation,
is on the anvil 

Of late, I go into moods
unknowing I succumb
to exasperation.

Fresh milk curdles, 
food turns stale.
I lie awake.

Doors remain closed
curtains are drawn 
days turn dark.

Hours pass. I recline 
in my bed gazing 
at the roof.

Rise up to a harsh 
knock on the windows,
with a struggle. 

Pull the curtains
find it is the wind,
while about to pull back,

I could not withdraw
from seeing the 
garden.

The yellow rose 
puts up a warm smile, 
the red poppies nod affably

white lilies beckon with grace
the huge Neem tree 
bows in obeisance,

all of them seem to say
” we are here 
for you.”

The sari draped
over the shoulder
hangs like a pendulum
oscillate in the breeze.

Freely suspended
loose ends look elegance
I do not restrict the flow
with a brooch or a matching pin.

It is hard to comprise
and enlist their manifold
usages, handy and soft
being ever at disposal.

I splash water on my face
do not seek a towel
wipe the face and hands
and soften the lips with the ends.

In the kitchen, swiftly I
deploy them to lift
the pots from the stove
never seek grippers or gloves

Certain to win the slot,
they are the best pacifiers,
my sons roll and shove them
into the mouth and turn happy.

I walk out of the house.
in haste. Encounter unexpected
shower at times and harsh sunlight
most, pass the ends over my head.

Engage in discussions
I fold and unfold, knot
or unknot, according to
the plight I encounter.

Passionate of the loose ends,
I run my fingers through them.
straighten the fold and swing
them on the shoulder.

A pleasant mixture that of
the aroma of food, the smell
of saliva of the kids, of my own
emanates and fills.

I fear looking at high rise buildings
if any one falls what would happen?
Know I am being childish
the apprehension prevents
me from watching them,
I close my eyes while
passing through, move
in hurried pace.

The place where I live
holds too many of them
the additions recent
with floors hard
to count makes me giddy.
I have to set my eyes
on those around whichever ‘
directions I turn.

It is a vertical growth,
going high is an ambition
rising up the ladder is
an aspiration, reaching the
top is a reward. Never so,
as in this manner fixing one
above the other pronounces
a not down to earth act, but
a detachment from ground reality .

of a twenty -one year girl
with all fanfares and rejoice.
begins .

Thirty make the gathering,
in a high end place, a club
celebrations very sophisticated
latent with overtures.

Dad and daughter
arm in arm walk
the mother and siblings
a step behind,

enter to loud music
electric make do
fire works burst
with a brilliance.

The usual birthday song
cheers the place,
soon after the dinner
commences.

Beer and Whisky
do their rounds
few games keep
the children engaged.

Bordering on snobbery,
involves a catch, to humour
dad’s business partners
and customers.

Motivation being explicit
t\he rest of the night
goes on with dancing
and making merry.

Dad is sure to attain his target
sales, the girl’s birthday
a clever ploy to enhance
revenue.