Category: thoughts

Having called it the day,
one of exertion on the line
I relax for a while.

The new home
demands my time
depletes my energy.

The “thinnai” is the place
where I contemplate much the same
as Buddha under the Bodhi tree.

He receives enlightenment
I sit dazed– the distinction
recall the recent events.

The summer is at its climax.
Hot winds beat with a force
My head reels.

I go inside. The power goes off.
Heat penetrates. The wall is hot,
the furniture turns warm.

Neither able to rest nor work
I gaze at the sun,  red hot.  Wonder
the excellence of the light giver,

The Sun is flamboyant,.
Perseveres  relentless. Its
power drives me mad.

.Can I acheive by practice
the transcendental heights?
Buddha”s Nirvana  Never could I?

The way he talks,
the manner he walks,
a straightforward  foible
comparable to a rubble.

From early twenties
to the recent seventy
he behaves strange
assumes himself to be a sage.

That is his procedure,
governed by integers
the accounting practice
commensurate with his tactics

Call him what you want
his writing is of a font
one of a slant almost a crawl
while his speech is a drawl.

Cacophony is a sound
beyond the bound
such that the voice  cracks
an echo of the duck’s quack.

I can go on without a stop
decide to put a full stop
the protagonist is an evil character
a macabre and a detractor.

The day of Ramadan
after the New moon
a month long wait
fasting and praying
ends with celebrations.

Good faith prevail. The impulse
to be helpful chooses
the prime place.
That of speaking truth
turns to be fundamental.

Aidilfitri is thanksgiving.
Grateful for the enjoyments
so far, extension of compassion,
eschewing vengeance,
peace transcends.

Love is the element

“Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!”

Inside the airport .
it is fearful.
People move in mad spree.
Heavy  luggage make
the trolleys rumble and screech.

I, with a small bag, enter the gates
Check in at the counter. Collect
the boarding pass. Walk the stretch.
The security check follows.
My little one goes through the scanner.

As it comes out the content rattles.
Not musical but curious.
The officers smile at me.
Ask what is inside? I quip
it is my bread and butter.

Not exact. It has soft idlis
smothered in tomato chutney.
I carry them wherever I go,
while I fly or drive, other than that
I take little— a set of dress.

One claims it is superstition,
while to the other calls it science.

It is in the mind
has no base whatsoever.

It is an evil thought
circumvents and delineates.

Shows a devilish thrust.
Implicates a feverish dread.

Causes an affectation to the victim
a corresponding destruction to the motivator.

That be the black magic one preserves,
practises and promotes.

Wonder! is it a skill or a ploy,
I do not understand.

Mona fights relentless
somehow or other
he accomplishes.

It is a task to oversee
the interests of the community
not an extraordinary job.

He takes over for a year
with extreme pomp.
Identical to a narcissist.

It is another’s turn
the next year. Mona’s
deviations come to light.

He delivers the resignation .
Intimates his inablity
to serve the next round.

The association is aghast.
The one who fought fierce
reverses like a puss.

Hop on and hop off
I never stop.

A month here
a month there
I go on.

It is installment.
Equated with a struggle.
Pursue with diligence.
Eleven years, no joke.
It is nothing but awe.

I belong to a place
for half the year
the rest of the days
I am not found.
A transit not of choice
but of compulsion.

I am forgotten
for a while.
Emerge suddenly.
I am an enigma to myself.
Mysterious.

Well, this is the life
I live. Like an umbra,
resemble a penumbra.
akin to an antumbra.

Excited I observe the polls
Each minute is incredible.

Malaysia, the multi racial country
goes to polls. The situation is scary.

Greed culminates in kleptocracy.
The Prime Minister is at his best.

He squanders, deviates, destroys,
disillusions. Drives the people mad.

Saddened they search for a substitute.
Another coalition moves in to the rescue.

Spearheaded  by the ninety three year old.
Mahathir, himself a dictator once.

He is changed, a born leader.
Has shed his arrogance looks gentle.

Softened Mahathir perceives hope.
Unites the races and wins.

Malaysia expects a renaissance,
austerity and reformation.

Democracy  became a monopoly.
resulted in an unprecedented turmoil.

The “Rakyat”, the people in Bahasa
turn forceful this time.

Overhthrow the government,
_the triumph of justice.

In less than a month in office,
governance excels.

I acknowledge  happiness everywhere.
Peace and hope prevail.

A delightful experience for me.
Thrilled to watch the rise of the  people.

“Hidup Rakyat”.

Money is dear
to Rosy.

Pink diamonds
are her favourite.

Hermes Birkin
handbags she adores.

She hoards
biscuits and bars.

Shops, bargains,
threatens, pays nobody.

Wields her power
the wife of a powerful man.

Currencies, diamonds and gold
fluctuate. Never the handbags

Rosy’s handbags are worth
millions. Their value increases.

A prudent investor, Rosy
determines she is an empress.

A fortnight back,
she fell from grace.

Her husband’s defeat
puts her in gloom.

Her wealth baffles.
The Police seize them.

Rosy keeps mum.
Her husband faces interrogation.

Greed leads to false glory.
Spells doom.

Summer is at the threshold of close,
monsoon intercepts with a force,
the season turns pleasant
liveliness experienced in days recent.

Mercury level falls
a definite clarion call
it is neither chill nor warm
instigates  calm.

Most years are harsh
extreme and rash
this one is an exception
comes with a correction.

Awareness of global warmth
has gained renewed strength
the earth  changes for the better
a renaissance enters without pressure.