Category: thoughts

The sculpture of two cranes,
capture my thought.

One carries the head stiff
could he be a male chauvinist?

The other one  bends her head down
a demure female, I presume.

Cannot it be otherwise?
I challenge myself.

Is pride masculine?
Cannot a female command esteem?

Are they to be forever
inferior to the male?

The statue stares at me, asks
“what is wrong with you?”

Unhappy with myself,
I regard them close.

Discover a romance.
It is a union.

Universal!

A line I draw
an abstract demarcation,
limits me  much as possible
a constraint,
I dare to cross.

The distinction is splendid
as between a cliff and the lake
one steep towards the sky
the other on the flat level.
A watchful entity.

Conscious of the line
I refrain from indulgence
wish not to speak of others
passive and sober, I work
experience serenity.

A revised version. Like to know which reads better?

A smile and a nod
with a “namaste”,
typical of Indians
causes a banter
among those who
shake hands.

That be the style
of India, which does
not entertain physical touch
rests content with gestures
gentle and gracious-
folding the hands.

The age old ethics
goes on to the generations t
who are westernised
hold on to the traditions
with a steadfastness-
habits die hard.

A line I draw,
denotes a constraint.
I dislike to cross.
Stay far behind.

Not a physical one,
an imaginary demarcation,
limits me as much as possible
in activity and in communication.

I am fine at all places
manage a distance,
respect to relation and friends
a rule I create.

I do not contemplate
on the repercussions,
I carry on with no issues
a prudence all in all.

I wake up in the midnights
sit on the bed for a while
” have not  completed the homework,”
I cry.

“What did I not finish?”
interrogation follows.
Struggle to recollect.
I fail.

“How can I?” It is
decades since, I graduated from school
or college whatever might be.
I smile.

The unfinished duties
show up in my dream.
Perhaps a reason, a signal
forcing me to accomplish.

The days fly. Time waits for none.
I understand. Now resolve
to fulfill the commitments.
Hope, I do.

He is like a cat on the fence,
a  connotation to fickle mindedness
the cat and the mouse game
one of  a popular sport of the kids
as stealthy as a cat,
a characteristic feature
are the allusions to the little mammal

The long whiskers twitching
striped body in mixed colours
yellow and black, or black and white
A poor cousin of the  ferocious tiger.
cantankerous and less harmful,
whose small eyesglitter in dark
decipher the slightest.

Nursery rhymes “Pussy Cat”
“Hickory Dickory Dock,”
read from childhood
create a bond,
the kid and the animal relate.

A friendly creature,
a pet at home is but
considered  an ill omen
in Hinduism, the cat
walks in style like a hero
on the walls of my house.

I cannot interpret,
fail to identify
what could it be?
I speculate.

The character is ambiguous.
I eye him from an angle.
The impression he suggests
diverges from his self.

He acts, assumes
he is a saint,
above judgment.
He is a Satan.

The world believes him,
mean not the larger section
that of his circle,
talk of him high.

The  shield of righteousness
ruptures with  time
the face props, shows
anger, greed and deceit.

His coterie turn aghast.
Is he the one we eulogised?
An antithesis of the earlier,
They stay disillusioned.

Vegetables, milk and fruits
constitute my staple diet.

Consume little
adequate for sustenance.

Live in tranquility at home
read and write.

Walk finds its way
into the alibi.  An exercise.

These keep me going at ease,
neither active nor sedentary.

Munching chocolate
with the saliva dribbling
the kid runs to his mother
dressed to attend a wedding.

Mama tries to get elsewhere,
jumps to the other end,
climbs on the chair
hides behind her husband.

The child creates a tantrum
negotiates through the space
catches her and wipes his lips
on the sari.

Helpless, she lifts him
her trousseau is marked
by fingerprints. The boy kisses her.
Chocolate  over her face.

Sticky and afflicted, she sits
at home with her son,
being the predicament
of young mothers.