food Poetry

The Old Order

Being used to a variety
both in food and attire
with a tradition interlocked
I seem to be a difficult person.

Food should have a taste
not to go away from the old
never to turn and deviate
always to the recipes of old.

Attire should have a grace
not to be lead astray
never to divert and copy
always to the modesty in play.

That be my ideas of the essentials
never to cross over in differential
a sticker to the old order
flexible to the modern with modesty in mind.old order

city old. Poetry

My City –Madurai

Born in an  ancient city

makes me tall and gritty

know not how long it is there

its loveliness is beyond share

old it is on all sides

roads narrow and not wide

houses  are  very close

well laid and  in rows

people are simple and friendly

very traditional not trendy

called as a big village

as it does not cause a  mad rage

has all the facilities in  abundance

it holds a lot of references

a city of great  fame

a  place with many names

the ancient city of mine is Madurai

an old Meenakshicity of temples

angels dainty human Poetry Truth.

The Good Old Days.

it is been long ago

at a time when I was little

when people did not talk about ego

strong they were not brittle

Self-contained they were

ambitious to  a degree normal

took very great care

remained friendly and formal

could find no vanity

not even a slight trace

held them in a way dainty

gossiped they with no chase

spoke not ill of others

genial and  cordial to all

moved like own brothers

responded to each other’s call

they were angels in human form

always gentle and calm good old days


Old is Gold

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”



dying hair with henna indigo


The Old Man

An old man out there

 lives in despair 

 a king so long 

 committed actions wrong.


A rigid man without respite

fell a prey to a spite

knowing or unknowing right 

 now wallows in ignominy bright.


Thrown he now out of his fiefdom

 has become so inactive and dumb

looks he a puppet with a drum

 comical character of his erstwhile kingdom.


Childless he is,  this  wealthy man

adopted  a son from his own clan

 who hatched out a  clever plan

that entrapped the old man.


KnowsComic_Book_Guy_at_the_hospital not how to come out 

 the old lion seems worn out 

Would he regain his strength?-a doubt

worry his kin all throughout




Called “Vairam”

The hair has turned silver
the face reflects a golden hue
the lips display a coraltinge
while the cheeks are scarlet as ruby
the emerald tone overall
along with a sapphire feel
she in her platinum years
stands there as ebullient as rhodium
while all the precious takes the scroll
there be a charm of all in one
that be the lady at the stroll
baptized as “vairam” at home700-00781975
translated in English as diamond
has she all the precious in her control
a rich lady not in name alone
in character and looks too as detailed above.


The Memory is Short.

The year going up to three hundred and sixty-five days
while the leap year having a day more
they roll on in no time as seen
great they seem to be when they begin
amidst shouts of Happy New Year
going demure when they wind up
with the heave and a sigh
saying with a displeasure
that another year has passed.

This being the charm of birth
and being the melancholy of death
when anything new and fresh dawns
there be a cheer and rejoice
both fading away from the arena
as quick as a wink in a shot
as the memory lasts not long
getting into the regular norms
that being the acceleration of the events.memory


Restoring The Old

Reviving a bet
recycling the old
renovating the building
redoing on the whole
brings an expense much more.

Creating is the best form of doing
aping is the easiest mode of execution
restoring being difficult performance
requires a skill and proficiency overwhelming
undoubtedly to get the original back in shape.

Being so, restoration needs care utmost
minute details have to be looked into intensely
emphasizing a keen insight and research foremost
that takes the procedure to a scrutiny sober
releasing a structural pattern of great value.

Mostly none undertake this assignment
as it demands patience and deft handling
involving a time more than needed that went in to restorationthe original
accompanied by the fear of not spoiling the element
that of restoring the nuances in the old.


Ode To A Door.

The wooden door over there
stands for centuries there
it does not look bare
it is one that which is rare.

The wood is known as teak
having everything in sleek
the thickness and rays found greatly
show its  tenacity and beauty  mostly.

The door opens out and closes
with its hinges still in force
creak does it at times
still being  alert all times.

Scenes that took place inside
incidents that happened outside
has the door recorded  with dates
never would it reveal at any rate.

The door is a silent spectator
listening to that transpires now and later
from within and without  be it
never commenting good or bad in a bit.

Doors like human has ears and eyes
and a mouth too but very nice
speaking nothing ill of anyone
preserving its dignity always never for fun.door


The Foxy Old Man.

It is a ruse straight

a game being played safe

with an intermediary

playing tricky  and pretty dirty

being an old man

with a walk and bend

talking sweetly and pleasant

but actually a fox in the go

overwhelming stealthily

the one that showed the prospects

desiring to out beat him smartly

framing a strategy

that  worked out  to an extent

finally got busted in the mid way

causing a disenchantment

while the foxy old man stood exposed.images (85)