Category: thoughts

Excitement all over the state.
It is the turn of plate.
Not the one precisely.
being that of metaphorically.

The Malaysians rejoice.
They have raised the voice.
Demonstrated  their power
voted  out the violator.

It is the kleptocracy in its heights
The multi races had to fight.
Destroyed the monopoly of UMNO
Democracy is unknown.

Could hear the people talk with fervour
“Remove the ruling party, else never
would we breathe freedom?
the  prognosis is only doom”.

They accomplished  what they spoke
cast their ballots and broke
the hegemony. It is the mass
who are the rulers of class?

My eyes are red, bloodshot,
profuse leak in the nose,
the body yearns for rest,
have to carry on, no choice.
Rain or shine are not for me,
neither summer nor winter.

I wear a big smile
as if all is well.
events go steady.
Is it a pretext or a semblance?

I keep going.
How long?
do not know.

It is hide and seek.
The rainfall plays a trick.

I am ready for a stroll at six
Torrential pour, am in a fix.

I return to my workplace
Drizzles intermittent in pace.

I commence to write
The downpour disappears from sight.

Gather myself in a hurry
try to go in a scurry.

Droplets slip on my forehead
I hustle back to my bed.

That is the conclusion of my walk.
The hour is nine o’clock.

The flowers peep through the window,
the four petals delicate and white,
seem to enter with a haste,
pull back after a second thought.

They do not  raise their heads,
seek to hide, reticent to confront visitors.
I regard them with an intense fee,l
my ears turn deaf to the exchanges.

The blossoms on the foliage
the white against the green.
Serve a backdrop to the spacious room
tiled in black and white.

Lost in the simple beauty in front of me
miss  the dialogues that take place.
They bear no significance when juxtaposed
with the eternal beauty I behold.

A shift can be
physical or mental
both create a lull.

Subject to one such
I turn inactive
do not try.

The period, a fortnight
makes me lose cheer.
I abstain from matters dear.

Away from the bustle,
confined to specifics
am more of a relic.

Unable to renounce
I return to the original.
Alas! now in centre of a trial.

With age comes wisdom
Never be it so.

Age is external.
I assume.

It is the understanding that drives.
Youth is profound.

A child can be sensible.
like Solomon.

A lady in her sixties
looks agile and alert.

Anyone can die. I
Perceive no universality.

It is the thought that makes
you an intellect and glowing.

It is the mind that creates
a fascination and a depression.

Conquer the vulnerability
You are the King.

It is an experience in itself
digging a land
which lay barren
for a century and more.

A hoard of termites
and spiders unknown
springs up. Buzz
and bite with a sting.

Never have seen many species
as they come out from the hives
long and short, brown and black
disastrous in outlook.

More  happens
as I go deep into the endeavour
excavating stone sculptures
abandoned for ages.

Apprehensive of the living
and the nonliving, I process.
Might unearth many more
in the next procedure.

The land looks graceful
with a magnificent dwelling
and a splendid garden
a grandiloquence.

It is an interpretation
a study, a research
not anything to do
with science.

A profound insight
of a personality,
with exultant ego.
Machiavellian.

A semblance
of godliness
behind a cloak
of evil.

Malicious, treacherous,
incoherent in opinions
and voice.
A spoiler.

Shall we call him Ravana,
after the Ramayana villain.
No, it is tall a claim.The epic villain
possesses enormous power.

The belittled Ravana
embodies deficit
in all quarters
spreads disaster.

His tribe follows him
merrily. Delighted to enjoy
the fruits of his illegal
acquisitions

The train chuckles into the terminal.
I do not see the soot and black vapours.

It is not the age old train as I expected
a supersonic one racing ahead.

Sticks around for a few moments. Accelerates
The one resembles an aircraft.

Shiny and elegant the train  crosses
unlike the primitive one. A wonderful course.

The oldest train operated in snail speed
honking and making commotion in its journey.

The current one  moves soundless with a momentum.
Science has contributed to  glorified progress.

The pictures of Gods and Goddesses
on the walls send a shudder
down the spine. A gallery could I say.

The images are  full of life
dressed in the best, adorned
with rubies, emeralds, sapphires and diamonds.

Lakshmi sits on a lotus, Saraswathi
plays the Veena, Meenakshi
with a parrot in hand blesses.

Benign and smiling they cast a look
pleasant and protective.
Divinity enthralls.

The stately homes provide a generous slot
to artistic pursuits. Serve as an impetus
to the artisans.

The hall is an architectural marvel
designed  in a hexagonal fashion. The intersections are
impressive with delectable effusions.

It is a pavilion of grandeur.
Unable to take my eyes off the canvases I go
in a moderate pace. Gape with mouth wide open.

The sensory effects, the choice of colours
fascinate. As if in a reverie, I stay spell bound.
Cry, “Oh, my God”