Category: thoughts

She smiles
that wins.

She nods
that softens.

She moves
that pauses.

She disappears
that ends.

Her way
of interaction.

May be right, might be wrong
she does not know.

Mostly she is quiet
shuns noise and commotion.

If hurt more than once
she gives back in tonnes.

Whoever he might be
she retorts with vehemence.

Leaves none, neither old
nor young, parents or relations.

Snaps ties at the very moment
never turns back.

That is how Maria
lives then and now.

A difference,
be that an opinion
is not a confrontation.

A distinction
be that of measurements
is but an error.

A demarcation
be that of an area
is always a limitation.

A disparity
be that in cash
is ever a fraud.

The perceptions
one after another
present a validity.

That be how
we classify
the incongruence.

Being a lazy thinker,
nothing much do I do
turn a spectator
a silent one perhaps,
wherever I go, very rare
watch the people close
attentive to the talks,
perceive the facial expressions,
and observe the body language,
Many dual personalities
who harp on ethics, aesthetics
and truth turn to be pretenders.
They nurture deceit and revenge
an antithesis of what they represent.

They prosper and revel in glory
propose without consideration
that they are the commanders
move with inhibitions
display an air of fastidiousness.
If that could be their life
being one of comfort and grace,
one like me wonders
Why those who are modest
and sincere suffer?
I will not find an answer
however much I try?
Can the holy scriptures of all faiths
reason out?

Rain in my place!
I jump in glee.
Two full hours
torrential downpour
Ice cubes fall in course.
I hear no thunder
nor see lightening.
Water. water all the way.

The small pebbles of ice
accompany. original sea water pearls.
The lawn looks like a lass
in a green outfit wearing
a stylish pearl necklace.
Trees stand majestic
like a stern dame
alert and agog.

I sit in my patio,
watch the lovely rains,
while the house bathes
scrubbing itself of
dust and dirt
the soil turns slushy.
The rains slow down
and the birds come out.

I did not believe,
still could not comprehend
men have two faces.

How can they have?
Have asked myself
hundred times.

The day before
happened to be in a meet
one of friends and relations.

Heard one speak ill of another
used such language, expressions
hard to take in.

Only a few days ago
saw him praising the other
likening him to an incarnation.

Men are undependable,
worse than a chameleon.
I agree.

A coy bride
I know,
petite and fragile
innocence writ large.

She turns majestic
I find,
slender and elegant
wise to the full.

What brought the transform?
I wonder,
could be the age
that converts.

Seen many others
who remain shy and timid
no matter how old
they become.

Conclude it could be any other.
That of experience- one of
ire, irk, that churns
and moulds.

She becomes bold
braves dire circumstances
shuns humiliations
embarks strong.

Perhaps a lesson to all
the life of Maria
depicts and teaches
she rises tall.

Having been in a place
where gossip is life
with one talking pleasant
face to face
where the same one
scorns at the back,
I move on start to
understand the ruse
had been a typical fool
believed that’s been told
never tried to read
between the lines.

I fear I would become one
in course of time. Am careful
in my interaction. Talk less
and hear more the maxim
I follow with diligence.
Pose with a sweet smile
nod with an emphasis.
Keep mum when provoked.
A composure I maintain
with efforts. Have turned
invincible! I pat myself!
I feel proud.

Bunch of people
who shun tradition and succession
stray away from honour.

Been with the children recently
a revival of spirit and proximity
with underlying exhaustion.

Having had all of them with me
kept me on toes. Had to take care
of every needs at the same time.

Each one has found his way
in course moved away
an untold void permeates.

I learn to live by myself
connecting when
they are free.

I have mastered the art
of being attached in detachment.
It being their lives now.

Once in years the re is a reunion
fully or partially as the case might be
sufficient to renew and resume.

Find solace pursuing my interests
and activities. A different life!
Being one of enchantment,

Year in and year after
celebrations and festivals
come and go, enthusiasm
does not fade nor does
involvement at any level.

The silver chariot,
still holds attention.
Prayers go on for days,
food prepared in the temple
being consumed with delight.

There is nothing new.
The shrine, one of the oldest,
with a powerful deity noted
for the charm and smile
holds the spectators.

The devotees soak in the divinity
shave their heads, bring
pots and pots of milk
break huge coconuts, light
incense sticks and camphor.

The deity adorned in gold
decked with flowers
rides on the Chariot
amidst the cries
of Arohara!

The Lord returns to his abode
The ceremonies draw to a close.
It is adieu. Next year
would see an even more
gaiety and glamour.