Category: thoughts

The end of the week 
would see me fly, 
a get back to home
which I love dear,
mind not the heat and sun,
I die to see my home,
the trees and plants in a row
flutter and bow,
the people who work for me
the milkman, the newspaper vendor,
the grocer and the postman,
not to miss anyone 
greet with a warm smile,
 their eyes glow with joy.

A few days more to wait.
Back in my home, I will 
be. The bed and the chair 
beckon me. I will pass my fingers 
through the folds. The grandfather 
clock will chime with joy. The paintings 
need  dusting , the brass artifacts 
a polish, the tapestries a wash
the floors a gentle mop, while the furniture 
has to be rubbed to regain lustre.
All these are a tuppence, home coming
being a rejuvenation of mind and feel.

A mid day drizzle
the frogs and toads jump with joy
the day turns pleasant.

Deep in the forest
Curious sun peers through trees
brings in ray of hope

Am in a buffet,
laid out in a garden.
a pond besides
the stars twinkle.

The moon is full. Walks
with me towards the table
lights up a rows of dishes
exotic and delicious.

Salads, rice, roti,
potato fries, soup,
and many more. Veggies
being my staple food.

Curious turn towards
the other one, loaded
with fish fries, chicken, beef
The full moon hovers

Fish saute with salt
and pepper floats in vinegar
small and slender they look
the eyes emit no glow.

I take a chair near
the pond, The moon follows
where a retinue of fish
dive and glisten

The immediate contrast
dampens my spirit. My eyes
travel to the dish. Am done!
So does the moon!

One of a politician
who has lot of wits,
a natural orator, uses
them to manipulate.

Born in a family,
both traditional
and modern, in years
becomes greedy.

Rises in ranks fast,
turns authoritative
in talk, speaks
no truth.

People start to understand,
the euphemisms of his
mislead.They disengage
from his fold.

One thing for sure,
he has made money
beyond scope.
A billionaire finally.

I am stuck.
The mind turns void.
Eyes blink.
I stay for hours.

I hear silence.
Think of nothing,
A stone like being.
I remain for long.

I forget the place.
Do not remember
places, names.
am quiet for a time.

I appear strange.
A semblance to none.
Akin to the dumb, deaf.
A lunatic, perhaps.

I desire to be this way,
where in the world
garrulous abound,
who talk in vain.

I prefer to withdraw
from the place
where pretenders
prosper and live.

This is my aim
will achieve in no time.
I invoke grace,
before I end my race

Some one runs down
from the attic.
He is all dark.

Jumps with a thud
stealthily walks
see a ray of white.

Scared. I rush
to pick a stick
most to guard myself.

The figure turns
looks at me
scurries fast.

It is not even a foot.
black and shiny.
starts to crawl.

Watch it from afar
could not make out
what it is?

Not a human
for sure. Could it be
a mammal?

I go ahead, hear
a sound, being
a feeble one.

It is from the
four legged creature.
I stand brave.

The miscreant,
a cat, shares
my home.

I

The religions of the world
 profess faith and love 
 preach goodwill and kindness
 practise tolerance and understanding
 be it any  belief,Christianity,
Hinduism, Islam, Jainism, 
Buddhism.

It is impossible to detect
even one of these virtues.
 The race perceives a clash.
a feud, a quarrel
erstwhile. Bomb blasts, 
suicide bombers, appear 
from nowhere destroy 
and vanish in recent times.

The rashness delivers 
no reasons, The destroyer 
has no mind. Immolates.
Young and old perish.
infants and children die.
Orphaned, children
stand without parents,
parents stay shaken
without kids.

Where is religion?
Where are the religious
heads? Catastrophe mounts. 
The world is in fire. Misdeeds
committed  in the name of religion.
 I want to give a bash.
Wish to slam. Seethe and fume.
End up crying.

In my school days
I stuck to reading
unmindful of science
and mathematics.

Had I mastered those
would have made
money astronomical.
I read, write, turn lyrical.

While my friends
turn professionals
I do business
and down I go.

Books,trading
and family pull
the threads along the folds
I succumb and survive.

None wish to follow
as they know
the path I traverse
will bring a reverse.

Dilemma and despair,
the tirades
one within you,
the other without
will kill you.

Dilemma gnaws,
comes and goes,
allows no rest,
an inability pronounced!
a surrealism.

Despair cripples,
lingers and remains,
extends sleepless nights
melancholy breeds!
an existentialism.

Man undergoes
these experiences
which play
fair and foul!
a realism.

The wealthiest man in a country
lives in an expensive house,
with servants to serve,
chefs to cook,
chauffeurs to drive,possesses
high end cars and planes
has bank balance in billions
a lovely wife to coax and
cajole and caress.
all these pluses
get negated in one stroke.
he has no children.

That does not deter.
Money could buy
the progeny too.
Seeks medical intervention
experiments a few times
ends up with a boy and
a girl. In a year another boy.
The circle turns perfect.
He is at his best, churns
money , spends lavish,
controls governance,
though short in physic
rises tall in stature.

Glory to you!
Assume not God.
It is Money.