A Doleful plea to the policemen ( prompted by ghastly newspaper reports of innocent dying in prison.)

 A Doleful plea to  the policemen

( prompted  by ghastly  newspaper reports of innocent dying in prison.)

Ye! Policemen, you are great,

You protect  the public, on rounds

Dutiful  and  vigilant.  Catch   thief

Count  perils too. Yet  in most cases,

 milk  of human kindness, miserably

Is missing. Let your kaki livery,

Hardened  Lathe  be more  poised

Not poisoned   by the  stringent  Law

Of  rigour   and  legal   thumb.

Let  not  luxury  be  lashes of

Your  Lathe, let  patience and

And  Reason  rule  your  roost.

Your  promotion  should  not

Demote  a  soul  into  a flicker

Of  soulless  life. Let  your  finger

Point  to  the  right, let   not your

Legs  rough  the  subtle. Open

Your  eyes, see  your loving

Daughter  and  son in victim

 In front of you.  You can  let go

One guilty  but not one innocent

 be punished. Remember this

Law  from  Above.

Sawing of the Wood

            Sawing  Of  the  Wood

Sitting  on the Mahogany   table 

 I  View  the Chippendale curio

On the wall, an emblem of  grandfather

Days, decor on the  long painted wall.

The  same  hearth  also  saw  the

Cabin  of termites in the backyard .

Ere the days of chainsaw, the raw

Wood cutting, carpenter’s dexterity

Coupled with his see-saw axe.

Saw  history  and serendipity,

 Designer’s  technical   mastery.

The  wood  cutting   a   rough job

 It  is  a  seasoned semi roar from

The  hands  and  the  blades of  axe.

Saw  dust   sprinkled   all over

 Besmear  the  scenario. Now

 I see  the about to be felled

 Round giant   Tree. A segregation

Of  Nature from  Man.Eve’s  Taste

Our distaste. Distaste  for much.

In the darkness, falls  many a leave

For   a  bright  morrow

 to  unravel mystery.  

Lullaby

        Lullaby

 From  Dusk  to  Dawn,

 She   dreams in  the lawn.

She  holds  the cute   tiny,

Leans  against her roomy

Shoulder  to  pat  with  lullaby.

Ever  since  that  day on  role,

Of  a   class   she was sterile,

Agile  enough  to  console,

Also  to console  her soul .

Stretches   a lullaby  full.

 Recollects  her  days of

 grandma’s   falling   hands  

Rocking  a  cloth  cradle

Sets  in tune of  ageless 

Melody  and  timbre .

It  is  a  colorful  doll

Made  to  sleep  to  her tune.

Time's Travelogue.

         Time’s Travelogue

    In  a  moment of   reverse

    Adjudication   of pondering,

   Time  doesn’t  fleet nor fly.

   It  takes its own  steady course

  On its embittered wheels.

 At times  coarse  tapping

Your  memory. Otherness 

Is  always  there.  Its  doing 

And   undoing a wonder.

 It  is a  crow morn  to  noon,

Hop  skips on the  brown stems

Or branches, looking  askance

and  pecking  hither  and thither.

Wheeling  on Time’s   immutable circa

You wonder at those  basking  in the

Luminous galaxy, a   rebirth of

Their  identity. For  some,

 A wanted   quick  release

From  this  cacophonous  trauma .

Say The Word Death.

   Say   The Word   Death

Death strikes  many with

A  blow off. The final begin

Of a  journey to an unknown,

Unknowable. A stiffening state

Soon  to be dismembered

Into embers of  flames.

A sleep into the  ordained  Deep.

Into  the  Other world  or  Nether world.

Yet for  some, Death wish

Is  a  relief from the unendurable

Pain of  body  or tormenting  Soul.

The  stupid  step of  tormenting

Soul  for ever, ever. For  the onlookers

A  feel of ‘could have lived  Life better’ .

For  the  Foreseeing  Potter,

the multi task of gyrating,

How  to  fix  the Soul  and

 Where   In  Whom .

Behind these hard strings..

     Beyond Misery a   clout .

    Behind   Mystery a  cloud.

    Behind ostentation in  some 

   Cases, shallow  thrill

   Sooner  to  desiccate.

    Life  shrouds  another life,

    even  swallowing   uncertainty,

    Opens  like  lobes of

    Plantain; on  most occasions,

    Like   a   seasoned   thug,

     Only   upon   severe  

     Interrogation, Multi layered  

     hinges touch upon

     but  not  Demure.

     You  are boiling, with  Calm

    Stays  the surface  of   your heart.

Clay

       Clay

Decor  in my balcony

Inculcating   a Belief

It  wards off evil

In the first look

At the morn.

From  the  pot of  clay

A dainty Rose blossoming,

We forget the clay, but

Not the Rose. Water every day,

 Cool the clay pot,

Buds the  Rose,

We forget the pot

Of clay. We tend to

Forget  the Creator,

Gain  the laurels.

Mostly that is how

It works.

        Prisoner  weeps   silently

 It  is  not French medieval prison.

It is contemporary cell  for  the  branded

Criminal. Victim  branded by the  police

And law in force  but  not by the  legal,

 Judiciary.   Verdict  is   awaited.

  His guiltless ,free  conscience within  

 Weeps to the walls.  Not totally

Contemporary, ere Modernity took

Its   reels; cells   grind  his day

And  night.  One  day, from the

Platform took him, mauled him

For  drinking, slowly entangled

Him  for  a  murder, he didn’t

Have   an  iota  of clue. Ruthless

Police  could  only  show  their

Prowess on him .Whips their  rains ,

 Merciless,  Privilege on him,

for none he had To argue, for he was pauper,

His rags, his companion throughout.

 Chagrin of his life, his routine .

Yet, Meditation, prayer, his solace.

Sun’s  ray ,regular beam through the

 Cells ,affirms  to solace  him, intuition

Augurs  he will be scotfree.

The Three Rules.

     The   Three   Rules.

  This  unfaltering  canopy,

This  world  is  governed  by   

Three   unique  cardinal  Rules

Ever  since  superb  Creation,

Creation, Protection, Destruction .

Planned, sustained   and calculated

Respectively. Of course, according

To one’s own  Karma.

Within this ambit of vastness,

Life   and leadership  and luminosity

All  take place. Words  lead to

Complexity  and  misunderstanding

At times.  Misinterpretations  too.

Sometimes   tantamount   to  eternal

Waiting  for a   platform in which

Trains  don’t  arrive  at all.

Existence  notates  within the

Inevitable  Rs thus:

Rainbow, Romance, Reconciliation,

Recreation, reproduction, retribution.

Anyway  Life  has  to go on.