Thursday, January 28, 2016

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.  






Friday, January 22, 2016

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.





Thursday, January 21, 2016

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 .


Thursday, January 14, 2016

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 .



Monday, January 11, 2016

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.





Sunday, January 10, 2016

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.


Thursday, January 07, 2016

        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.





Friday, January 01, 2016

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.