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Ramadan-Hari Raya.

Being the ninth month

in the Islamic calendar

the Muslims around the world

turn pious.

Fasting from dawn to dusk

taking no water and no food

they pray intensely.

They refrain from smoking

abstain from spurious drinks,

talk, not ill of others,

restrain from hurting others

refrain from swearing and cursing .

Their mind is filled up with thoughts sober.

The rigorous penance teaches men of love.

An optimistic outlook descends

Fasting is a Godly prescription for abstinence.

A month of restrictions, as found

cleanses the body and mind

a self-imposed way to make one fit

both mentally and physically.

The ancient practices have scientific connotations.

Selamat Hari Raya. Salam-Aidilfitri-Greetings-Messages-Pictures-Quotes-Wishes-Thoughts-Sayings-Images-Wallpapers

Tags Poem, Ramadan, Wish

thoughts

I prefer solitude to gatherings
peace and tranquillity to gossip and dissent
that is my way.In spite of being so,
I had to participate in a function.
Exasperated, I moved beyond.
Mona, took centre stage.
For once tense, he seemed ill at ease
as if taken up by a malignant spirit
he began his discourse.

The smearing of ash on the forehead.
Mona,

chanted panchakal mantram
panchaprabha mantram
and shadhanga mantram
all in a topsy-turvy.

His lengthy monologue
turned a farce.

It was a mockery
of The Holy Bhasma.
He continues his rant.
It is a ramble of an incoherent mind.

Mona’s sermons,nowadays
make people run away from him.

Oh! poor Mona, what shall we do with you, vibuthi

to parody scriptures that way.

Tags Parody, Poem, scriptures

thoughts

Punches

Post author By meenas17
Post date July 4, 2016
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Punches of kind

the physical ones

and the verbal assaults

cause excruciating pain.

The bodily scratches

can be slight and unnoticeable

in physical assault.

They disappear with time

and fade from memory.

Those that are deadly

causes a maim-

a permanent disability

or turn fatal. A situation

where memory has no role.

The verbal punches

can be a tease

with a derisive intonation

or a venomous outpour.

The dimensions

are impregnating.

Callous and heinous

they sound. The spit and spat

kill the spirit.

An outburst:

where emotions

play the card.

Tags mental, Physical, Poem, verbal

thoughts

The Road Sign.

I stand before an old road sign
decrepit with age
know not how to go?
I stop my journey in this slot.
Should I go or should I not?

The wobbling sign board holds me
I pause on the mid road
often, I see myself in such a state
if only I had been street smart
I would have attained perum, pugalum (name and fame)
I retrospect with a mixed feel.

I have covered halfway
stagger now in the midway
simultaneous I have crossed part of my life
would face mishaps in the strife
must strive to steer through.

I deliberate about myself
questions range from my inner self
why was I born?
what am I up to? I query intrusively
what have I achieved? finally.

I look at the road sign once again
stands pitiable and ghastly with posters of amma
braving the harsh winds and scorching sun
appears to me as Buddha
seated under the Bodhi tree
awaiting an enlightenment.

I am moved to recite the Gita
the verses of Lord Krishna in a geetham
I spell out Tirukkural
the two lined verses
in an exalted voice, succinctly terse.

I stare at the sign board intensely
stand there for long deliberately
a visionary it is to me
I turn into a lifeless being
as of the sign board in the doing.

Tags Buddha, Enlightenment, Poem

thoughts

Befitting A Crime.

A disaster unseen
Unheard and unbearable
committed wantonly.

Befitting a crime,
damaging and degrading,
indiscernible almost.

An attempt unpardonable
unhonourable and undesirable
transgressional and sinful.

Seemed like a pandemonium.
Apparently, hell let loose,
heart wrenching and acrimonious.

Sounds ambiguous! is it not?
A distaste is felt incidentally
unable to pinpoint the event.

Tags befitting, Crime, Poem

drama. poetry. thoughts

Wedding Of A Community

A wedding of a community
is a celebration of vanity
as they spend with a madness.

They circulate gifts days before
comprising of stainless steel and copper
large and small filled with murukkus
and mauvurandais (savouries:a speciality of the community)

They serve varieties of dishes for two days
including breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The menu being elaborate runs into pages.
No wonder, the chef demands a fortune.

The shreedhan runs into millions
by way of cash, gold and diamond
silverware, copperware, stainless steel utensils
wooden almirahs and furniture all made at home
from the day, a girl is born

The highlight is a gift to the girl’s mother in law
a miniature of what is given to the bride
called as mamiar saaman murai
prevalent in the community for centuries together.
A practice peculiar.

Months before the wedding
the women turn busy
preparing vadams and mauvus
pickles and vathals.

The activities replicate
a small scale industry.

Revenue is in the hat
This mercantile community
considers marriage a transaction.
The highest bidder clinches the best deal.

Eavesdropping heard the bridegroom sulks
he said, “hell with it, vettithanam
damn money spoils the spirit.” Turning found
the girl’s demeanour equally sober.