It is a ceremony
could it be a matrimony
seeks an alimony
a negotiation ensues
unpleasantness cruises
it prolongs for days
demands in
all possible ways
escapes the decorum
sets in a quorum
with a memorandum
and articles in a forum
the elegance is lost
eloquence lasts
that be the ceremony in place
squeezed into a limited space.
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The tell-tale story I heard
was something unheard
a fictitious imagination
an irrelevant construction
which intends to take one far
but leaves one at the door ajar
stand we there in aghast
with our eyes firmly cast
not in a way down as thought
but high up in a sort
unbelievable we gape
incredible we exclaim
yet the tell- tale goes
in uninterrupted flows
we forget who we are
we grope in the dark
we loom there large
then spring up like a lark
run away in a barge
ahead from the glare
all the way from the stare
a right path to the realm of reality
greatly into the world of veracity.
imagination, gape, ajar, far,
The conversion as such
calls for nothing much
mean the religious change
that be within a range
India being a secular nation
with Hinduism as the religion
along with many others in the fray
Islam, Christianity at the bay
with other faiths in a minority
Sikhism, Buddhism and Jainism as priority
the ancient land of Vedas and scriptures
stays 
united in all other features
the Hindus tolerant in all ways
pay slight attention in any case
the others do not express similar feel
become infuriated and come out with a deal
cry hoarse over their faith being shattered
not knowing that it is each one’s wish and interest
cannot contrive a restriction and a circumspect
politicise the religious beliefs to the wildest
fleecing peace and bringing chaos in the quickest.
The walk I go in a way
helps me to sort out in a say
the physical discomfort of days
restores the mental discomfiture in place
a benefit hitherto I did not know
now have understood it anyhow
as the saying goes
it is better late than never
I wish everyone to follow it forever
not an advice as simply stated
but an experience very much related
to that of a well being very much rated
to which I am greatly indebted.
Advertisements are announcements
straight with colour and imagination
creative and destructive 
A man known to me
feels so secure
thinks he is immortal
lives in a world
of his own not very great
but very cheap and stinking
assumes he is the richest
presumes he is the cleverest
whereas he knows not to speak
coherently leave alone with sanity
his voice goes up and down
between various frequencies
with a little or no literacy
he circumvents and circumspects
being that all idiocy
abridged in his scarecrow form
that be his physical appearance
he is a menace and a parasite
gnawing and eating over
goes on unbridled
and lives like a miser
with his lovely wife
who is equal to him
in all respects and aspects
a perfect match perhaps God’s will
might had been so some forty-five years ago
they live together happily in a house
that belongs to too many
but they have usurped the place
giving no space to others
a wretched pair they are.
May their tribe increase!
May they flourish!
May they prosper!
till tides turn across.
Tears show many
feelings of happiness and remorse
overshadows the strength.
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The Squirrel And Ramayana
The squirrels cross my mind often
do also accost me direct
the one I found in Canada
like a big fat hen
looked so robust and strong
both in black and red tone
busy going up and down
gnawing nuts on the way.
The squirrels I see In India
look small and cute
light brown, could I say a mix
of grey and brown in a fix
with prominent stripes on the body
running all over in a mood gay
gnawing fruits on the way.
The stripes I see is peculiar
hold a story strange
attached to a mythology
tagged to the epic Ramayana
where Lord Rama touched the tiny one
the stripes appeared in a sudden
the Lord expressed his gratitude
as the squirrel helped him to win Ravana.
The epic highlights the theme
the smallest one could also render help
a significant illustration of love
a possible interpretation in the course
a symbolic representation of the values
and a point out that small is truly great
the stripes illustrate the theme of beatitude
along with the highest gratitude
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The Split And After
An age old couple
are in trouble
so long a lively pair
now in disenchanted fare.
They see not eye to eye
live separated and not shy
the wife remains unbothered
the husband unperturbed.
What might be the reason?
is it because of treason?
be it in the part of one
or be it for only fun.
It could not be fun
as they exactly shun
see they not each other
nor try to resolve rather.
It is unfathomable
more so it is unthinkable
quarrel at the ripe old age
unimaginable at this stage.
They continue to live in such state
Well, in old age that is their fate
forgetting that companionship
is the essence
live they without each other’s presence.
The primary school next to my house
presents a picture of grouse
space very limited for improvement
children stay in without movement
the teachers shout from morn to evening
the children follow with no understanding
it is mechanical, mind you
a recital without a clue
begins with the vernacular
goes with English in a manner jocular
then comes the counting in rote
with the rhymes in a shrieky note
on the whole, it is chaos
till the evening when the little ones
bid cheerio
a great relief to me from the din and noise
and to the kids from the venue of their parent’s choice
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