A child out there
stands abducted on the road
it is a sequel natural
no difference in factual
a flow in the river smooth
not in a way uncouth
with the tides rising high
then they slowly die
asymptomatic of the thoughts
that elude when sought
the heart carries a heavy load
could not hold it on board
a pour out is the course
I withhold them by force
they are ready to jump out
do they do so in a let out
my song would strike a theme
one of absolute dream
The land opposite mine
densely planted with oil palm
closely populated by a tribe
a busy clan never calm
hooligans who take no bribe
mischievous and up to folly
oscillate and swing in a mood
break the branch when jolly
gnaw the berries in all crude
chatter and whimper all through
Lo! the trees are now cut invariably
their habitation is in a mess absolute
sit there they in all melancholy
with their brood in dissolute
Alas! man always engages in a chase
scares the orangutans from their place
Heard a sound feeble
down the garden in low decibel
went past the flower bed
nothing could be heard
walked towards the gate
heard a little purr out of date
turned to catch a look
it hurried like a crook
went my way all along
heard a whimper like song
stopped did not turne back
from behind the track
felt a slight move
came it slow in a prove
stood stoic like a rock
it did knock
did not budge
I took a pledge
not to get through
knew it was behind me all true
it leaped in front
made a soft grunt
Yes, it was a hallucination
the mind at work in designation
Startled yet resolute ahead I go
I did overcome the nightmare in slow
a grotesque satisfaction in a smooth flow.
Her face has a distinct form
not like a pear in the norm
an oval shape in perfect form
two big eyes well placed
with expressions not dazed
a kindness pops out unfazed
a nose of mighty sharp
nothing that of a prop
long and aquiline on top
the lips so thin and curved
look they like a painted nerve
has a chin effective and pleasant
not long or pointed in a pretend
the cheeks did glow with a pink
a robust cheer to espy in a wink
that be the girl I saw on my way
a beauty that took me by sway.
A day or two ago
met my friend of long ago
old she has turned
most of the calories burnt
by age and illness in one show
found her out of flow
staggers a lot in her walk
precise is she in her talk
physically she has lost
mentally she is still fast
hailed me by name all aloud
brought back the events from cloud
speaks out in a voice so clear
tells me I look like an old hag with cheer
Knew not where to keep my face
I pulled myself away with a long face
not able to accept that I am also old
she and I being the same age in fold
yet thought I am young not gone grey
as my black hair shines in the fray
with coloured dye minimal and slight
teeth all original and white
no make up whatsoever in sight
I deign myself in attire suitable
wish to seem like one capable
never did I think that I am old
with a smile now, I accept “Old is gold”
It is a touch
that resurrects as such
a cry so shrill
evokes a thrill
comes there a feel
that allows a heal
as you blossom
love and hate coerce
with the ‘I ‘ so fierce
death almost stares
with a white glare
everything do fade
as water evaporates in grade
there descends an awe
that transcends without a flaw
be it a pebble or a star in strain
an enlightenment attained
with relentless discipline .
There opens the eight entry in line
of consciousness in spontaneity
pours out ideas with dignity
enamoured by the sweet talk
like the grass and grasshopper in a stalk
echo the mantra of the Padma Sambhava
a seven line chant of the Tibetan bhava
reverberates through the open window
illumined by light and blessings from above
could perceive a delivery in a glow
It is a surprise
pleasant be it twice
an unknown face
seen in the first phase
offered to let us in
unmindful of the pin
without the least introduction
made us feel at home an action
noble and beyond comprehension
gave not any luxurious enchants
only the necessity without rant
extended with warmth and cordiality
that be the case of great derivative
strong one of sustenance in all
a loving display of greatness without brawl
A day it was yesterday
full of events in a way
an interview for visa to travel
a non immigrant stamp on the
done with effective conduct
in a no-nonsense deduct
with some questions simple
the time to get over
was not altogether
an hour or more
but only a few minutes
yet the wait for an appointment
attached with it the rules and regulations
was tense and proved a little anxious
while the anticipation after the viva
was one of a dilemma
concerned not of the approval
the period to process and deliver
the important document as such
submitted to authorities for perusal
that of a passport of great validity
an identity as well as an asset
a token to travel in and out
in the form of a small book
with dates of issue and expiry
a number with an initial
say A 123456
along with the place of issue
and the country of origin
all to be memorized .
A significant copy it is
once lost dooms you for eternity
the application and the compiling
takes long days to work out
with the authorities busy all time
or might forget it for a while
never the passport anymore.
Have to cross the borders
to travel in order
to see my children
who live in different regions.
The joy of visiting them
turns into glum
the long hours of flight
is in itself not blight.
Three hours over the sky
is plausibly a pleasurable drive
anything more is apprehensive
transforms into repulsive .
No country is so near as that
most lie far away in state
a full day or more into the clouds
makes one resist travel aloud.
The thought of a day and more
confines one to a no more
as the age advances every year
travel does not hold any cheer.