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Arumugam As He Be Called.


px3d15 (1)A beautiful song I  had heard

not  into any norms

be it a couplet, sonnet,

lyric or the modern Haiku

it is a song simple and sweet

melodious and lovely

as it came  from the soul

deep from the heart

composed by a naive man

” Arumugam” as he be called

a dark lanky figure

with  grey unkempt hair

knew not to read or write

yet spoke with worldly wisdom

named his daughter  “Peace”

being born on the day

the  second world war ended

called his grandson “Hot Water”

as he was drinking hot water

at the time the child was born

worked in my mother’s place for long

fond of all of us we being six

used to sing a song on the Pongal Day

a simple translation of his

” let the pot boil, boil

let the milk boil, boil

so does my master’s

wealth rise up and up

and his children grow

up and up”

singing he would throw me

up in the air  with a laughter

wishing me to rise up to the sky

a genial man dead and gone

his voice echoes from the nether world

every year  on the day of Pongal.

 

 

 

 

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Old Ideas keep Her Going.


She holds to old ideas

goes by the convention

never once deviates

thinks it is treason.

 

Up in the early morning

runs to have a quick bath

clads herself in a dress of tradition

enters the kitchen all purified .

 

Her belief being so all along

she cleans the kitchen

gets on to her work with a song

praising the Lord for all she has got.

 

Being a very good cook

has an expertise in great

swiftly she prepares the meals

sets off to her place of work.

 

This be the way she has lived

never once she faltered

an up and a rise be her goal

ever did she go go about.

 

I look at her   with wonder

she is now in her early sixties

till she wakes up and moves about

with a same speed and skill.

 

Age does  not  cow her down

not that  she has no ailments

does not show it out  openly

manages  with a big smile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I Dream Often.


I dream often

some being good  in all

I feel happy.

 

I dream often

some turn bad in all

I feel sad.

 

Good and bad

make us happy and sad

as it has.

 

Let us not

be overjoyed or be desperate

by  the ways.

 

Happy and sad

are abstract terms in all

not being virtual.

 

Be  with them

as they come and go

not too often.

 

 

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My Own Little Town


I had been to a town
very simple in tone
 had no fan fare whatsoever
 small  and beautiful as ever.
It had all the comforts dainty
 shops and temples in plenty
parks and play areas were  many
sophistication not so  any.
The people were simple and smart
 went  with their work as if in a chart
bothered not about cast or creed
 never one felt high of his breed.
The town being a quiet one
 proposes to have a lot of fun
music and dance  being the way of life
 the geniality felt was beyond any  strife.
Never could one see such a town
 perhaps  had an opportunity of my own
 nay I do not want to fool you more a time
 came in my dreams not once but many a time.
It was my  thoughts that created it
 if real could be one of a great hit
if it turns out to be true by grace
would turn out to be a lovely place

 

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Long It Seems To Be.


Long it seems to be

the days and nights go  with it

the heaves and sighs combine with it

so do the laughter and smile intertwine.

 

Long it seems to be

the years and age go with it

the wrinkles and grey hair conjoin with it

so do the wisdom and experience interlock.

 

 

Long it seems to be

the ideas and ideals go with it

the thoughts and dreams relate with it

so do the focus and execution  intermingle.

 

 

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A Splendour Every Year.


The first day of the month “thai”

how it is called in Tamil  with  love

comes in mid January

a festival called Pongal

being a thanksgiving to God

being celebrated with splendour

all throughout by the Tamils .

 

A beautiful concept as seen

wherein the harvest being over

new rice  being brought in

an iron or a mud stove

and mud or metallic pots

adorned and  sketched

with fastidious colours .

 

The images of leaves and flowers

drawn with such artistic instincts

while the floor shines with an ethnic print

which holds the rice powder as a base

around the pots are tied the rice stalk

mango leaves  and  turmeric stalks

add to the charm of the festival.

 

The family gathers around   the stove

the conch is blown  a sign to start

the lady of thee house comes forth

dressed up in  a sari bright and new

with flowers around her hair

she places the pot on the stove

much to the cheer of the family.

 

The celebration progresses

as fresh milk is poured in to the pot

then the rice drained water is  poured

till the brim of the pot

the firewood flames with a glow

the milk and water starts t boil

with the acceleration of heat.

 

The milk boils over  slowly and steadily

being a sign of prosperity

the whole family stand there with a wait

pleased to see the milk boil with a force

rice is added in small measures

followed by jaggery, ghee and coconut flakes

along with cashew and raisins .

 

That being the pass over

the family then gathers around again

prays to the almighty with a fervour

a request is put forward earnestly

as to have continuous prosperity

all throughout  the year  and in future

so much so the festival passes peacefully.50ec717de383a01082013132029

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My Happiness Overwhelms


A child’s smile is like a flower  in full bloom

its babble resounds  a nightingale’s song

its walk resembles a peacock dance

my happiness overwhelms  child's smile

when I see a child.

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Eloquence


Eloquent one could be

an intimacy holds the swing

spontaneity  there could be

an inspiration takes off in wings.

 

The intensity creates  the eloquence

the liveliest shoots up with an impulse

there could be no sequence

would  never induct a repulse.

 

The  non stop  free flowing  account

loaded with anecdotes and incidents

could ensure a grand delivery with no discount

a gripping tale holds all with no resent .

 

Eloquence is inborn and a gift  beautiful

not all are silver tongued and  craftsman great

shows up in itself from persons wonderful

an impression of wisdom and knowledge great

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Gathering The Wool


Gathering the wool

picking up the strings

tying up the knots

goes to make up a story.

 

The nose for news

the knack  to write them out

the twist to the plot

go to make up a story.

 

The brewing of thoughts

the linking of idealism

entwining them together

go to make up a story.

 

The loop holes in a few

the loose ends  in between

being checked and  edited

go to make up the story.

 

Could this be a teach to write?

nay not it is from a novice

who is learning hard to publish

with a  lot of difficulty in  the stride.

 

 

 

 

 

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Not A Man Of Character.


Not a man of character

nor a man of charisma

he lives in his place

with little money in hold.

 

Not that he knows much

not that he is learned great

he lives in his place

with few friends around.

 

He speaks not sense

nor understands anything intense

he lives in his place

for years together all round.

 

He lives not on his own

not that he has  one to claim

he  lives in a  family home

occupies fully with no concern whatsoever.

 

He is not one who bothers

not that he understands other’s inconvenience

he continues on his own way

thinks he is one of a great mind unlikely all the more.