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A Quarrel


This is beyond comprehension,
could be a misapprehension- a quarrel.

Not among countries
over a dispute of land, but a lasting quarrel.

Not among races
around differences, but a dirty quarrel.

Neither between communities
relating to rituals, but a disquietening quarrel.

Nor between the groups
connoting to the religious practices, but a disturbing quarrel.

Being the most common one
associated with the couple, an ideological quarrel.

Being very frivolous in terms
involving the least reasons, a clandestine quarrel.

Happens day in and day out
lasts for months and years, the perennial quarrel.

A clash of the ego, a conflict of the minds
expressed substantially in this unwanted quarrel.

The child  caught in between stays. harmed
an unnecessary evil cast  by this ignominious quarrel.

Clothed From Top To Toe


Clothed from top to toe
not, a little skin seen
she has no foe
nor she is keen.

Clothed from top to toe
even during warm days
she is very slow
never in a chase.

Clothed from top to toe
she walks a distance
none in a follow
into the forest dense.

Clothed from top to toe
she attends classes
without a glow
learning being a farce.

Clothed from top to toe
she sings a song
with a flow
keeps singing for long

Almost There!


The monkey on the fence
jumps up and down.
His pranks make me tense
I frown.

The worried mother comes looking for him .
Mischievous as he is
he slips behind the bushes without a hiss
I can see his eyes shine with a gleam.

The mother  in a panic,
runs here and there to find him
As she cannot trace him
her hunt turns strategic.

She climbs a huge mango tree.
The ripe fruits yellowish in hue
excite her, she advances without a hue
of the encirclement of bees.

Ensnared by the bees.
she negotiates through the siege.

Plucks a luscious fleshy fruit
peels the skin and tears open in strands
the juice flows down her hands,
she licks hurriedly, devouring the fruit

The little monkey’s mouth waters,
he rushes out from his hiding
calls “mama,mama”, almost whining
his voice echoes from all quarters.

The mother chuckles having won.
Being her turn to fool
she remains cool.
For a while, plays truant for fun.

Engrossed in their play
I stay in my grilled patio. I lose
track of the time, in a close
unmindful of the sun’s burning rays.

In the milieu, I forget my rice
cooked in the pressure cooker
the whistles fail to trigger
the burnt rice looks like charred fries.

 

The Disclaimer


Having said that
the half naked fair
is acclaimed as Mahatma
indicative of a Great Soul.
I, in a way, look back
delete not a day from the
annals of History.

Those days of Independence struggle
when the Indian subcontinent
turned violent -a craving for
freedom set the fire.

A lawyer, from South Africa
who being treated shabbily
in the Dark Continent
landed in Mumbai
only to be disturbed
by the agitations
and shouts of indigenous
Bharata Matha Ki zindabad.

His ideas differed from the rest.
The ahimsa he propagated
became an instant call
He rose to become an idol,
a leader who led the Nation
finally to Independence.

Fortune would have it
as be the rule in any cast,
few warriors earn accolades
the efforts of rest
are buried deep with their bones.

Gandhi became an iconoclast.
The Father of The Nation
as he is addressed had many
pitfalls and shortcomings.
The partition he advocated
is an aberration unamendable,
the two countries are enemies
right from the inception
not anytime better
turns sour and bitter
day after day even after
sixty-seven years of freedom.

The Mahatma remains great
while his folly burns
India and Pakistan.
Schism rips apart.

 

 

Night Queen -A Cinderella


The fragrance floods
fills with an aroma
pleasant and bold.

It emanates from a kind of jasmine
blooming in the garden
called as Night Queen.

The flower is tender and soft
comes to life in the night.
Its odour keeps one aloft.

Inhaling its odour
I watch the bushes
planted in an order,

The flower is like Cinderella at the Ball
wilting in the midnight,
becomes plain as the dawn calls.

Little miracles are overlooked
Night queen being a simple cactus plant,
its mysticism keeps us intrigued.

The Raymonds And Richmond.


The Raymonds and the Richmond
being like inseparable twins
live in adjacent houses
think and speak likewise
work together in a symmetric
a pair with great work culture.

Both have children,
two boys and a girl,
all of the same age
going to the same school
call it one family in two houses.

The relation being longstanding
the Raymonds and Richmond flourished.
The business grew in leaps and bounds
minted money in speed
all going well until a day.

A misfortune befell unexpectedly
the revenue dwindled to a meagre
been used to affluence
both the families struggled
to make both ends meet.

The deficit will not allow relation to last.
They fought with each other
in moderate for a time
then into blows
ended up in an enmity.

Their firm became bankrupt.
They shifted to places asunder
the children not knowing
what to do ?
finally followed the elders.

Years rolled on
Raymonds and Richmond
made money in other ventures
the children had gone abroad
to earn scholastic degrees.

It so happened that one of the Richmond
fell in love with a Raymonds
not knowing their past
as they had been young
during the days of unity.

The parents had to accept
as their wards were steadfast in love
the families came together
well, that is God’s will
and it turned to be.

Boleh La.


The slang found in a language
derived from various cultures
extends fun and interest
turns it dynamic.
Certain of them are musical
 with an intonation sweet
one such  is the “la”
invariably used in Malaysia.
It is, “OK, la”
in  the simplest terms
to a much-designed speech
interspersed  with  “la”.
“La “concludes the sentence
in a softening tone.
 Did  “la”?
 originate from the Malays,
 the Chinese or the Indians
the three predominant ethnic groups
 of the Malayan archipelago.
I think, refer and explore.
Back in India ” la” is unheard
wish to ask the China man,
my neighbour,
whether they brought the word
from the mainland.
Curious I approach
a Malay Perempuan,
Mrs. Basheer.
 She  smiles  throwing
 a response
 peculiar to her clan.
Puan, Tiada, la,”
“Madam,  I do not know,”
walks past briskly bidding
“Bye, la”.