Calabash’ A clash of ideas

‘Calabash’      A clash of ideas

What do you think of God’s creation?

  Very first creation? A succulent orange

Plump apple or fig covered by leaves?

A rosy pot of luck or white  jasmine in

the garden  permeating fragrance?

The  first man was out of stick and mud,

Fashioned according to his full fledged

design and  care and caution. But  Man

described him as “ shoddy bricolage”

expressed a  peculiar desire he wanted

a man to befriend with .A calabash was

the ultimate choice, God would have

certainly been bemused at Man’s requisite

beyond explanation or solution. Original

mud and stick and roundness  now, what a

contrast in ideas? God is bewildered now;  

but man and woman -all the more in  a state

of stupor, decision less moments. What we

do call this?

SWAN

Here  is  my white swan

Sweet and beautiful,

Cute  like a  doll curled

Yet full of  zest. Again

 ever   a   prided pleasure

to watch young cygnets:

flying high, close to the  water,

I wonder if swans play jugglery;

Cant construe if whistling is warning

A peculiar throb  of its vibration.

 A  music I hear but not a premonition

 Of death. A music prolonging  

to  a life time memory and logo .

Oh! My swan, my boon!

Paradise lost book Two - Satan’s move on the go

Paradise  lost  book Two -   Satan’s   move  diabolical on the go.- 

Angels’  talk, which could not be relished by  Satan;

He was  quiet, a  little while, but being a  seasoned

Politician and expert in maneuvering things, looked

Around  to proceed  his  lecture. Satan is glad his sea

Should find  a shore  springing alacrity ; shocking rude

Elements  on all sides though unmanageable. Life’s path

Is equally endangered as between    Charybdis  ally ;

Man ‘s fall is Satan’s  bliss and boon. Waiting for more

 Chances  to nullify man’s hope and  thwart GOD’S WILL.

Chaos and pandemonium and parasites, siding the evil

Prevail the  chosen spot where Satan now reigns. God’s

Plan if be benign and constructive, Satan’s plan  malign

And destructive, yet would not yield. This world  of multi

Special creations and  carve of divergent  Nature, Satan

Always aimed to turn against God. He always rules in his

Mischievous  orb. We have to live and  endure in this

Universe of  mystery and  mischief and venom  with a

Wary eye on the evil mongers and poisonous asps

Ready to sting and on  and on.

Takes after (Guardian Lavernock by Saunders Lewis

After  life's adversities...

Sea and  sky, song and  shore,

We  lie and chat on the pebbles’ shore,

Skylark’s swoop and song

Ringing like a  prophetic note,

Through the ascension, we merge

coil along  the Beauty of the Universe.

We think of the past, present and future,

get annoyed by the pitfalls of life,

 hoping life would be better, wished

life could have taken us through  safe

moorings and  ended in river valley of

blessed spot. But now all in divergent shapes,

praying  The Almighty that Life would  steer

into a  calm and steady sail. What wealth remains

after all turbulence and adversities?

Only moors and sandy shores,

Skylark descending slow into a

lifeless empty  passage.