After Breath ( Guardia

  After  Breath (  Guardian)

What is death?  Sudden

cessation of breath

or stopping of palpitation,

or pulse coming down

lulling all consciousness;

unanswered question, pain

accompanying our beginning

of existence into this life;

misery of mysterious age’s

advent into the fabric of our selves.

Yet, the parties and functions

 Celebrate our moods and moorings

like the balloons going up, hovering

in air, until blown by sudden wiffs .

yonder, husband and wife delight

“in the quietness” of children’s sleep,

Their future,  vagaries  of life

 and perilous paths and voyages

veering round unknown blizzards.          

In their togetherness, there is  silent

Exchange of breath and love.

After Guardian's "porch light"

  After  Guardian’s     porch light

It is a two way  house of ancient

Ceiling and pillars supporting the

Pyal and halls where children after

A dip into the steam, come round

and round the same with a  merry

song in tune with the parrots on

tree tops repeating  the calls. Cocks

and hen and geese guffawing.

Mills grinding flour and chilies,

with a deafening sound far off,         

a girl peeps out of portico with

a handbook of sums of homework,

enjoying life’s handwork, ducks

in ponds dripping  with a  message,

be cool ever with  a farsighted vision.

Porch light, glimmering through

For  a dawn of cheers and serendipity.

                                                                                                                          

IN MAKING A GARLIC GINGER PASTE FOR ANCHORITE

IN  MAKING A GARLIC GINGER PASTE  FOR ANCHORITE         

He is  an old-timer,  man of gardening

Herbs and herbal therapy in his wallet

Green leaves and  Tulsi paste  in vial,

Proportionate seasoning with mint,

His cough ,his congested chest,

Would  crave for relief soon,

Self medication is his forte;

Dying anchorite  would scribble ,

Scribble  till his muse goes for rest.

His ginger garlic paste  brings him

Back to this normal world, his dying  

Soul would seek redemption every minute.

He screams “ I am  alive with redoubled

Vigor and fate  cannot harm me”

In search of a theme.

In search of   a  theme

                                                

Other side of closed wall,

still your moorings  are

inside; like  Ping-Pong ball;

pushing to   realm of  fear-ridden

 fish  weltering in a  tub,

water receding out slowly,

aridity? call it uncertainty?

Like musketeers with ration card

In front of food suppliers, their

morrow bleak,  hungered children ,

wait for  dad’s return with three

bags full of stuff and suffice in both

their looks  cropped up sudden.

Struggle for survival : mapping the road?

Server down, making many waiting

in endless queue, your  train or flight

will not wait for you, on line transaction

for medical bill, taking patient where?

big bazaars billing counters  go awry,

sweat and dust falling in dusk,

call it pitfall in technology?

  me drawing   circle,

Stuffing many a  theme .

In the morn and eventide (AFTER GUARDIAN)

In  the morn and eventide

When roses and jasmine serenade

In my garden of ages beyond my ken,

Why? even my grandsons still count

 The ages of  The arch and walls built

by ancestors will and meticulous  design;

                                                  

sitting on the mound she plucks a rose

throws in the meadow by  a deft throw!

Crows caw in a repeat of warning:

 Beware every moment.  It is a world

of uncertainty, fear coiling everywhere;

when cows led by the boys,

when urchins play with kites

by the  river pond, when young lass

carry water in the pot, gurgling by,                 

when grand sire's stick falls down

in the river, yonder temple bells chime,

crows in search of roost, repeat cawing,

sounding a  note of warning,

It is a world of uncertainty,

fear coiling everywhere;

in wintry bed  still, they coil

beneath a  rug of worn out;

frosty wind blow  through the air

curtains hang signaling  moon shine,

milk boiler  getting heated

many a time by the caring housif,

whistle blowing  a  warm merry note

giving a wake up call, wake up call.