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Peace By All Means


The old woman talks to herself all the time

seems to swear and curse someone every time

her eyes are fixed on an object far away

could it be a man or a substance in a way

she gestures and gesticulates

her actions are most articulate

she mutters “you, you——you”.

with a vengeance and an anger in blue

her toothless jaws are ever active

they go up and down in a proactive

the words are broken and torn

her voice is cracked and almost gone

she mutters with a spite

as sits  in a chair  tight

could  it be a man over there?

could it be  a woman  fair?

Oh! you cursed soul still alive

Oh! how could you thrive?

the begetter of all my troubles

Will you not falter and stumble?

How can you live for long?

when you have committed so much wrong.

She goes on and on with a sob in between

Poor soul, wish her old woman peace by all means.

A Curse and After


curse-of-the-werewoman-1-523308-3-s-307x512A curse is in the family
for four generations they say
that of a woman from a distant land
who died a few hundred years ago
know not it is natural,murder
or a suicide anything is possible.

A man who is well versed in craft
and who is a sooth sayer too
does pujas in the place where the woman died
tells them if they retain the land
the family would suffer misery
so the land has to be alienated.

it is a surprise to all
has no mishap has befallen the family
except deaths due to old age
others being simply natural
why this decision to sell
has gained importance?

The need of money is the reason
for that they attribute reasons
that of beyond imagination
a support to their cause
a clever ploy to get the money
have they resorted to such evil ways.

Curses And Swears.


Curses and swears have a long share

as people from times long  had a care

that was absolutely not very fair

but had a trace of care

a worry above all in  fare.

 

With a worry in mind

the receiver had a bind

as he felt perplexed in mind

as to what it would lead to find

something very much far behind.

 

With an ill will in thought

the doer gets on to the taught

as he targets all in a sort

as to what it would bring to a lot

something very much away from the begot.

 

Curses do come very much true .deafchildswear

being genuine and in black and blue

Swears also get without a clue

getting into the stream in due

afflicting the doers mercilessly in a slew.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bemoaning Nature.


The sky looks dark and grey
I thought it is going to rain.
It is not real it is a belie
Nature seems to get into the line.
Beguiling and besetting in a say.
Appearing and disappearing in time.
Making a belief and a disbelief in the sway.
Well, these are not anything unusual.
The disguise and deceit is seen in man.
Nature seems to have taken the cue in ritual
Bemoaning, I go about cursing nature,CarbonEmissions being a man.
Not knowing that the darkness cast in the sky in factual
really is the pollutes man sends to the sky above
as emissions of carbon contaminating the environment over and above.

Melancholic Strain.


The evening was sultry and hot.

There was no breeze to cool out.

It was unpleasant  all through.

While sitting  heaving and puffing in the patio

Got calls from friends in a row.

Each one expressing a strain sad

Emphasizing the unkindness meted out.

The senior one wished to die

holding strongly destiny in her hands.

The other one cursed his siblings to a tragic death.

adorning  himself in  a prophetical garb.

The last one  was in bad health.

Depression had taken its toll.

He had shed his  snobbish pride,

Lo!looked demure and desolate,

 The poor weakling wished  nothing, cursed none,

He only longed  for peace to return.

These added up to the heat around.

Making one to think and think aloud.

Finally found out  that

Happiness is within ourselves

Not anywhere else.

 

 

 

 

 

Where Eagles Dare- Langkawi



A group of islands lie facing the Andaman Seas

Once upon a time they were busy like bees.

A curse confounded them to a secluded freeze.

On and off they were invaded by the Siamese.

The island was torn into pieces in a fleece.

 

Mahasuri  was a beautiful girl of the land.

Looked exotic and exuberant amidst the local band.

Captured the heart of the Sultan of Kedah by her alluring brand.

Her looks kindled the jealousy of the Sultan’s wife’s in terrific grand.

Mahasuri fell to the sword   emitting white blood on to the sand.

 

She was not adulteress as claimed by the Sultanate.

She was an innocent wife of an official in the  Sultanate.

She was deliberately murdered  out of hate.

Her cries reverberate in  the forests even this late.

Her story is enacted in her tomb everyday with a rate.

Releasing a significant fear and tears within the gate.

 

As the legend narrates a tragedy in full volume.

The ninety-nine islands rise up to the eagle’s boom.

The white sea-shore glistens in the sunny doom.

The mangrove forests throw a greenish bloom.

The lush waterfalls fall down in  a spectacular zoom

 

The pregnant lake flows with a temporary hush.

Silently blessing the childless woman with a fertility blush.

Kuah ,the main island ,is a symbol of flush.

The white, brown, black, yellow, tourists move in a rush.

Intending to take with them nature’s bounty in  an articulate fuss.

 

Langkawi  translates nature’s beauty  in a lively form.

It is the jewel of  Kedah   with a delicate charm.

It presents a rejuvenating citadel in a lukewarm.

Its extensive seashore zigzags without a conform.

Well,it is an experience beyond an explainable norm 

 




The Kill


A bout of anger empowered her

It nearly paralysed her.

The nerves rolled up violently.

Delirium seized her vigorously.

 

Damn it!  she shouted as loud as she  could.

She swears and curses as much as she could.

She stutters and mumbles as long as I could.

She staggers out  as slow as she could.

 

She  sees a circle of fire around her.

It is burning high encircling her.

It is not the real fire that holds her.

It is the heaving and sighing that kills her.

 

Yet, she is not reigning aplomb and high

She is struggling to make ends meet with a try.

She lives away from gossip and schemes almost shy.

Her manifestations and gestures perch her above sky.

 

Is it wrong to live with pride? she quoth.

Is it a sin to detach from the crowd? she loathes.

Is it treason to survive within means? she froths.

Nay not, my child, live as righteously as you could, I console.

 

The world finds happiness in jeering the noble.

It mocks at the efforts of the able.

How are we going to label?

The  provocations make us  unstable.