Sunday, December 31, 2017

HAIKU

       summer grass mowed 
         earthly smell I shall      
            never forget



Outside the  rut  
you  walk through many on  the platform
Sidelining sleepers, hawkers  and pavement
Dwellers sleeping and  eking out their precarious
Living; a day gone is a   day risked and   wisked
Away  by  Time and  its subtle doings ;
Here is one  among many  previous night itself
Flanked by  bed-sheet all torn and through
Gaps  a possibility of  widening the decored
Looks  further and   further.
. All for  ration  rice  and oil and  kerosene  to
make  the poor hearth warm  and   burning; 
Stale commodities,yet luxury  for them   now  
Their tent now and    living mode Who cares
Whether  he belongs to the  suburban or same
Vicinity or from inside, All  the   same, belly
Pinches and  one  has to go  on, a  mechanical

Local newspaper  reporter clicks , All over, 

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Tanka and haiku

you illumining
at one click or switch booming
sudden power off
immerse  all in  pale of dark
belittled by a candle

for him
bedridden for long  
all around hollow

homeless
every corner in platform

  his privilege

Friday, December 22, 2017

Cool web ( after Guardian)

Cool  web ( after guardian)
So supple  and  sweet are  children;
They mumble  in their spongy  web
Of their velvety mouth water dripping
at times. Fragrant Rose  and  twitter
and  Dawn with chirp of birds go well
in their ebullient streak of brush stroke.
Yes! Children can not spell the crude
Warring world and ammunitions of war
thundering for miles and miles ahead.
Cannot Spell the dry  arid cast around us.

We have the gift of speech and articulation
to hurt and  hurl words of abomination,
to twist  and  roll to stiffen and snub
not merely to chill a day but to chill
others with daggers of words and speech
taking  nowhere.Always  in a cool web of
language we are balanced with safe entourage.

But we if lose our grip and language,
If we surpass our boundary to enter into  
Another arena of limitless cacophony
We encounter  a  trap before death

traps us into  negation  and null. 

Saturday, December 16, 2017

workplace haiku

closing  the  loan file
please come  day after  morrow
more auspicious





 why this post applied
 i  like   teaching  for I can
teach and  preach



 I said we  check in 
12 0 clock’ he gave call
next noon



collective praise
collective  stab lurks  somewhere
 innocent victim

Friday, December 15, 2017

Microbial wonders

Microbial wonders  ( After Guardian's  Microbial Museum)

It sails from sky, the ship   with  showers
coming down, blown by ripples,and winds
and  sea breeze.  More  than "one  hundred  and
fifty thousand years of snowfall"running  into
bubbles and frothy foams into streams and rivers
and  joining oceans atlast. Sometimes contaminations
and careful rain harvesting  storage too.   The majestic
ship  gets crumbled to  and  "prehistoric pestilience thaws",
A way of mixing ancient with modern genes, of course
so many species breed  and spread living and  luring
in water.  The  powerful water is all pervasive without
which  life is dry   and dry spell . The  future  is  thawed no doubt.





Sunday, December 10, 2017

Fruit gathering after ( Guardian)

Fruit gathering.
If cooking is her  veritable  taste
to appease the taste buds  of
her mouth, her  gardening in her
pillared house  is her forte and  a  must
revitalizing her lost energy and propelling
in search of flow. Often she would speak
to her plants and  trees. Mangoes  and guavas
copious and  covering the entire stretch;
at times ,from the  other door, urchins would
stone and enjoy the  yield for the branches  
  are  munificently bent towards their  roofs.
Greater pleasure is her distribution to her
Neighbors  and  friends and  relatives.
 Her recipe of mango pickle still relives
In my mouth . After her departure, woe
to the  brokers and  buyers that bought it
and crumbled into pieces; for storied apartment
is in the offing for  their dreams.
 Even the debris abounds the sweet taste
and  fragrance of the  fruits. Now lost from

my taste but lingering in my memory.