I am refurbishing

redoing all my poems

honing and polishing

what all I have written

could go through a process

where repetition  and corrections

would stretch too far

creating a  sensation of monotony

I wrote my poems as it came to my mind

most are raw straight from the heart

underwent no dressing, no arrangements

a random write in a rambling

the process has started

bear with me all through.



A Day Or Two Ago.

theru koothuA day or two ago

heard a story of long ago

when men used to work manually

with no electricity to help them

and no other gadgets to assist them.

getting up early in the morn

walked to the place of work

with meals wrapped in leaves

toiled the whole day

and had complete rest  in the evening

with no other distractions

except the weekly fair

and the street dramas enacted

then and there with  songs

without any  orchestra

only the drum and the conch

that lent the beats

They were healthy and robust

eating all natural food mostly raw

vegetables  fresh from the farm

supplemented by fruits and grains .

Their life was easy and lovely

and they did live long

passing at the right age

as no medical facilities prevailed

facilitating a prolong and an extension

perhaps it was an intentional

giving  way to the next generation