Category: thoughts

Those around me
behave impeccable
flattered, I
lose my feet.

This could be
in front of me , extend
a smile and a bow
an accomplished  acting.

Impressed by their charm
I stay happy,
assume I am
great and terrific.

I do not believe them,
profess to do so
play the fool with discretion
a strategem I only know.

With that we go
consenting to everything
whether we like
comply with a smile
being the means to survive.

Years before, dissented
and picked quarrels,
expressing the discontent
groan with a grunt
unaware of the sustainability.

Age contributes  wisdom
a broad grin and a big nod
help us  cross the obstacles
a kind of ploy precious
to cohabit and achieve.

The place  is strewn with notes,
required and unwanted.
They lie there for years
I never bother to arrange.

They fly when I turn the fan.
The table  looks chaotic.
I do not pick them
feel lazy all the while.

I neglect my duties.
look distraught
so are my possessions,
unkempt and in disorder.

This has been my program
right from the school days
when my books and notes
reveal  a disarray.

I am the same decades later.
As they say habit dies hard
I continue to live in a deviation,
a distraction hard to overcome.

I am on the beach,
the waters ebb and flow
once mild,
most  ferocious
– fathomless.

I climb the hilltop
steep and winding
the road continues,
breathtaking in the go
– amazing.

I wander through the meadows,
extensive tracts of verdant green
where sparrows proliferate,
the pasture dance in the breeze,
– invigorating.

The sensibility I experience,
beyond  versification. am
overwhelmed by the depth,
majesty and grace,
-awesome.

It is the Indian practice,
greet guests with a Namaste,
offer pure water in a pitcher,
a custom of significance.

You miss out the embrace
and the handshake.
The sparkle in the eyes
extend charm.

Pleasant conversation follows
while the dinners get ready,
The visitors depart with content
a full stomach and a happy heart.

Nothing to do
on certain days
I remain happy.

Takes place once in a way
most I work hard
wish for a pause.

Around the house
I go up and down in frequence
a part of my nature.

Check the emails
every now and then
as though I am a celebrity.

Receive incessant calls,
answer in a hurry,
as if I cannot spare a minute.

Active inside the house
do not intend to go out,
sweat and fret within the walls.

An alibi I follow for decades
meet few regulars
stay  cheerful at home.

Love to continue like this
confined to solitude
Silence brings immense pleasure.

An acquaintance and I
talked all day
over a jug of plain water.

How many glasses I drank?
I lose  count,
must be seven.

She is a poor eater
just pieces and morsels,
I notice.

She consumes  less water
limited, I can say.
Takes a mouthful and sets aside.

How does she survive?
I wonder. She has no
health issues.

We rise from the chair,
at the end of our dialogue
exchange warm smile.

I note a quarter ounce of water
left in her glass. Is it etiquette
or  fashion? I deliberate.

Water is a coveted commodity.
It is treason to leave an ounce
It irks.

Gold is alluring, people yearn
Water is essential, we need
for sustenance.

That is the distinction.

I see a lengthy queue,
squeeze and thrust forward,
curious to find out the reason.

Those ahead look daggers at me,
I make my way
braving humiliations.

At my destination I discover
nothing exciting.
What could it be?

Thinking aloud I swing right,
my eyes rest on water melons
and tender coconuts.

Notice a lively sale. The queuers
assuage their thirst. Walk feeling
refreshed.

The vendor’s revenue
increases manifold.
Happy times for him

The grass is yellow,
green no more.

The coconut fronds reveal
a creamy brown hue.

The curry leaves curl,
succumb to a virus.

The flowers wilt
a pathetic sight almost.

The sights around me
are intimidating..

The early summer is acute,
not a drop of water to drink.

A rose made of gold foil
catches my attention.

The flower looks delicate
glimmers in the sunlight.

It is a beautiful souvenir,
I decide to buy.

Bargaining is a part of me,
I commence my dialogue.

“Ask half the price of the quote”
whispers my aunt.

I converse with the seller,
who demands an unimaginable price.

I express concern
The dealer glances at me with contempt.

He puts back the rose in its place
bids  me to quit. I depart.

On the way, I find another dealer
courteous and condescending.

I purchase the rose for a fair value
not for half the price.

This fellow shows business acumen
enhanced by a benign smile

His ethics play the sport.
Tremendous is the compensation.