Saturday, June 17, 2006

128) salt

Salt(128)
You cannot relish the sweetness of your life,
without the savor of pepper and salt of toil
and sweat after struggle and grinding,
you must wipe out the salted sweat
but the kitchen needs to start a pinch of
salt in every dish. The ancient habit was
to brush the teeth with salt and to
arrest the bleeding wound,
the doctor’s prescription salt less
is an inevitable punishment and remedy
you serve me the salt to kick start
the day with breakfast and boldness.

An appeasement by God (120)

An appeasement by God( 120)


My hasty, unthinking self
murmurs its predicament,
Why not shake the God
Who has granted the boon?
Who has given me the boon?
Taking those sins and salacious
Of those deliberate and calculated,
I wonder why the bestial in man
And woman, apart from
The sins primordial,
Passing calumny on the God and
Even the God sent
Perpetuate calumny countless,
Reason quells my angered tone
it is ancient and hierarchical
else how could you read the fall
of Adam and Eve and myths,
miracles in fables,
while the omnipotent watches
in silence, the all-knowing
heeds, stays as move less as stone;
Crucifixion need not be
Body chained and nailed;
Crucifixion could also be
Slings of arrows and scum
and mud of words of calumny
thrown and reviled,
the dictates of my conscience
rules like a prince crowned,
‘You are ignorant of the situation,
Those are ignorant of their of predicament,
it is not your predicament
Endurance is your treasure’
The baby

He, cute and tender in the cradle moved,
when the wind rustled past as the music,
through the flute in the wooded forest
touching the innocent and fragile,
thought that the worldwas all too good
a place to live and in his sleep smiled,
that all his needs would be taken care of,
with an intermittent twitch of his lips
showing his desperate anger why he
was thrown out of his cozy protective orb
for the angel that lulled him to sleep
Sometime was away tending other infants
May be the wandering angels are also
Targeted by sinister looks and naughty, bestial.
I have hugged her –


I have hugged her slender, soft body in vain,
pouring hundreds of kisses of warmth,
promising all wealth and a life of luxury,
frequent flights and delicious food at
expensive restaurants, cuisines and comforts,
no perfumes nor make-ups nor any
artificial application of skin care,
kisses of regret and remorse on her
fragile body, regret for the loss of
Spring, sprightly days, tender, fragile
no responses, no movements,
no understanding, no romantic sentiments,
I have hugged her in vain, for her life
was made null and void,
vowed to whet my wounded pride in the
hug of a concubine, belief and faith falsified,
I have hugged her in vain, for what I hugged
and kissed was only a picture,
hung on the wall, my lady of the house,
no more.
Brinjal not in my kitchen anymore

Gone were those innocent days when my grand mother
took great care to prepare spicy brinjal in deep fry,
stuffed by spicy coconut and dals pounded by her deft hands,
oil oozing out of the fried brinjal in fresh shining bowl
would my grandmother serve with affection and care,
chide me if I put my fingers into my mouth for full taste,
those were my innocent days when little did I realize,
if sufficient fried brinjal was left for her in the pan,
when she had fever one day my pride experimented
the brinjal in her well set kitchen, agog I began,
a sharp knife to cut the spongy brinjal into pieces,
first cut was the worst hit to my pride, for the sleek
knife cut not the vegetable but the wriggling worms inside,
it was an eyesore to me and I felt the worms inside my stomach
teasing my experiment, and vomiting sensation forthwith
my fingers nervous became and I held the brinjal by the tail
with a shriek, out I Came and threw it into the bin,
my grand mother in feeble voice queried, if the deep fry was
over.
I replied that the pan was dry for there was no oil to fry,
the glass container fell to the ground and broke
never again would I dare to relish the brinjal,
gone were those innocent days when my grandmother
took care to prepare spicy brinjal in deep fry.
Google

To google every morn with eager eyes
is serendipity dawned on you,
each new item enthralls and fascinates
a pleasing exercise for your mind and eye,
a delightful delve into the river of information
and knowledge, a pastime and perfect
diapason with the computer:
I browse, talk, chat and sing
and sing along the music of cd
to ward off your melancholy,
I google, google with a gleeful gain.