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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

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

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