Stanzas Irregular.

A wonder yonder

keeping one asunder

restricting the mind’sdownload (63) wander

away very much from the plunder .


There goes the gander

moving with a tender

with the gaiety in render

delighting the vendor.


There flies a slander

baseless but larger

provoking anger

ignited with a fervour.


There  be a warrior

known for his valour

with his armour

marching over.


There  runs  a rumour

about a lady in glamour

who is a paramour

possessing a distinct  flavour.


These are stanzas irregular

about the topics regular

told not in a blabber

but with a pinch of humour.








The Rich Man Over There.

Speeding like a hare
jumping like a monkey
crawling like a tortoise
hopping like a frog
loitering like a cow
kicking like a donkey
galloping like a horse
moving like a cat
running like a dog
oh ! doing everything like animals
the man, another animal
but with reason
behaved antisocial
destroying all things
dismantling other things
debugging the lines
eavesdropping through the gap
peering through the keyhole
sneaking through the open door
hiding behind the cupboard
sniffing through the window
finally escaping through the court-yard
being images (26) a man tall and lanky
worser than all the animals quoted
behaving with shame and disdain
Well! he be the rich man over there


Time and Time Again

Time and time again it has been proved
that sun rises in the east
quoth the man to his friend.
The friend knowing not what to say
nodded his head in an approve.

The man did not leave his friend even then.
He went on with his time and time again
saying that the rivers flow towards the sea.
The friend again agreed without any dispute
trying to find a way to get out.

Going on with his time and time again concept
the man came once again with a version
that the sky is high and far away
The friend was unable to bear furthermore
ran head over heels from the man.

The man did not bother about the friend
He went on with his time and time again theme
putting forth another brilliant idea
that the stars come up in the night.
Simages (77)o saying the man went in search of his friend.


Falstaffian Humour.

The Falstaffian humour
with a kind of rascalism
and with subtle satirical reference
adds to the whimsical in general
serving as an interlude in particular.

The Falstaff of Shakespeare
being a bundle of contradiction
with a large body and
a mischievous humour
is a real enchanting character.

Such humour with a modulation
and with the overture of geniality
is rare to find in this modern world
both in literature and real life
a character with enormous vigour

With a perfect body language
he jokes making others laugh
He being a knave without malice
and a liar without deceit
also a knight without valour.

His wit is quick and sharp .
lending a non-moral humour
ridiculing the ideals of manhood
and criticising the ideas of valour.
tagging them both with irreverence .

Crafting such a person of mirth
combining happiness with humour
fitting them in a structure huge and fat
making him talk with roguish temper
is the ability of the great master Shakespeare.

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Hugo’s Go

It was long long ago.
More than hundred years ago.
There lived a man called Hugo.

Hugo had lot of children.
He had a beautiful garden
where the family had lot of fun.

As the children were too many
he could not remember the names of any.
To call them he made gestures funny.

many childrenChildren gave him no trouble.
The family progressed without a stumble.
Hugo became old and tumbled

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An Unruffled Mind.

Let it be a tremor.

Let it be a storm.

Let it be a hurricane.

Let it be a revolution.

Let it be an up rise.

Let it be a battle.

Let it be a murder.

Let it be a gory accident.

Let it be an untimely death.

Let it be a disappointment.

Let it be an embitterment.

Let it be unpleasant.

Let it be ghastly.

Let it be  terrible.

Let it be happiness.

Let it be exhilaration.

Let it be a pleasant weather.

Let it be fun.

Let it be entertainment.

If the  mind remains unruffled.

 Then the mind rests in peace.

It revels in joy.

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The Loving Grand Pa

Early in the morning there was a sound.

It was not the cock a doodle do.

It was not the clock’s ding-dong.

It was not the baby’s shrill cry.

It was not the bird’s sweet call.

It was not the mother’s shout.

It was not the father’s retort.

It was not the boy’s grumbling.

It was not the paper boy’s cycle bell.

It was not the milkman’s  loud alarm.

It was not the whistling tea-pot.

It was not the hissing shower.

It was, it was, a snore.

Emanating from grand pa.

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Two Little Monkeys.

I pass my leisure mostly

Looking  at the huge tree attentively

Where I see two little monkeys,

Chuckling and  muttering  .

The older somersaults cutely,

The younger follows cheerfully,

While  I watch the two little monkeys

Hopping and  jumping,

The older pulls the  electric  line.

The younger snaps the telephone cable,

As I look at the two little monkeys

Prattle and rattle.

The older hip hops toward me.

The younger tip toes towards me,

If  I  sit here  any more,

I would be no more.

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Cats And Dogs.

“Raining cats and dogs “is the common saying.

An incessant rain is given this fitting tribute.

Why did rain gets associated with cats and dogs of all animals.?

I wonder. 

Today , being a sunday, and as I have nothing to do, (as if I perform on the week days,) my introspection runs riot.

Yes , why cats ?and why dogs?

Cats are known for their stealthiness

Dogs  are acclaimed for their faithfulness.

Cats cheat .

Dogs keep vigil.

Cats are cunning.

Dogs are  trustworthy.

Cats purr  noiselessly.

Dogs  bark loudly.

Cats scratch.

Dogs bite.

Cats climb.

Dogs run.

These animals with  the pronounced  dissimilarities  are seemingly used to portray incessant down pour.


The past four days, I have been watching heavy rains, medium down pour and slight drizzle.The activity is continuous without intervals.

The sky is overworking, as the Sun  shone with great force and power a week back.

Nature is labouring round the clock.

Well. what about the  phrase , raining cats and dogs.

Deliberating the whole afternoon has not yielded any significant interpretation. 



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A Gregarious Talk.

Gold has taken a multidimensional impact.

It is a commodity.

It is an asset.

It is a precious jewellery.

The rate of gold per ounce is $1036. It absolutely turns one scared.

One of my friends, let us call her Nalini, was talking to me the other day, and as all women, our conversation  centered on  gold. She said,

“Meena, I will not buy gold hereafter. It is surging like anything.”

 I smiled to myself, knowing fully well Nalini’s penchant for gold.

She continued,

“See, the gold , I have accumulated is lying in the locker. I wear only a thin chain,  small earrings , and two bangles. I am afraid to wear anything more..”

I chuckled,

She not paying any attention to my reactions, prattled,

“We have to pay rent to the lockers. It is a strain to go to the bank, get them out of the locker, to deck myself during weddings.If the marriage  falls on a holiday, then I cannot get my jewels. What is the use of locking so much money on lockers?

I was amused, but she got on with her monologue,

“Instead , if I had spent the money on some other worthy investments, or if I had taken a world tour, I would have been happy.Iam talking of world tour, when I have not seen Taj Mahal, the pink city-Jaipur, the stately Himalayas, the holy city Varanasi, the financial capital Mumbai, and nearer home God’s own country Kerala.” 

Now, I started feeling bad for her, but she carried on,

” I do not possess a good car, I have an old rattling Ambassador, my cot is made of wrought iron,which is similar to an hospital cot, my dining table is made of country wood with a formica top, and my  living room furniture looks shabby. I did not think about these  essentials , but was busy accumulating gold.”

I felt really sorry  for Nalini.. How much she has missed out in life?The gold in her locker would be worth a million. But the comfort she has  denied herself is more than a million. She did not go on a holiday all her life. She did not furnish her house  as she wished had . She deprived herself of the basic necessity .

I consoled Nalini, saying “nothing has been lost. Now is the  time to sell a fraction of gold. You will  be getting a fortune. With the revenue , you can compensate for the missed opportunities. You can even accomplish a world tour. You can  fly to London , see the change of guards, go to paris ,and have a look at the Eifel tower, cross over to New York , get a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty, reach Toronto have a look at the beautiful Niagara, travel  to Australia, experience the life in ranches,and assimilate the abundant scenery that New Zealand delivers. Do a shopping in Hong Kong and Singapore, hop on to China. Back home, a month’s excursion will suffice an entire coverage of the country.Will you do Nalini?”

A transformation is taking place in her mind. But will she do? I hope not, as she has so much fondness for gold.