She lingers still in memory  ( guardian)

                 Tall in silk green sari,

                 her gait is  elegant,

                 merges with green lawn,

                 reading poetry in the leaves,    

                 upfronting grass, looking

                for a talisman in stem

                brooding for   safe   entourage,

                her flawless body sings a

                soulful melody like Lucy.

               Cool rain showers from above

               reaching pattern less void

                envisaged ere long -  months ago

                a dream, new fulfilling life,

                what  a pleasant  gift in offing.

           She moves along, her recital of poem

           touching there and here. Her   nimble

           feet bracketing in turns and twists.

                                   

                       

A view inside park

A view inside park     

             

This two-legged searching

For a select corner in the park of

three decades of solid front:

with its congregations and

happenings a passing through

your mind, retreat into serenity.

Entering into senior citizen’s mind

A rehearsal of emotional stress

and calculations of life’s entourage

with permutations and combinations of

household ding dong in your memory;              

you view yet another perspective too,

a middle class, salaried, rent and loan

fees and hikes, school uniforms

with content your forte.                            

Kits and kites thronging every corner.

The nebula Of life visibly moving;

Not love for Life in any corner

of park. Park, still, silent receptive,

middle class gossip and concern.

                                                                 

The Housewife ( after ( guardian)

1)       The  Housewife   ( AFTER GUARDIAN)

This  is my house, my   dutiful pride : yet,

Dueling with   duties and responsibilities

 Unbounded like steams of smoke  and kettle        

Not  doused in a   busy kitchen.

My   routine  like the  cawing of crows

Starts by five in the   cheerful  Dawn,

Cheering me too, with the chanting of

Birds in the garden around; breakfast :

Tea or coffee always there, but the hurry

To the work spot  by  sire  and  children

 Commutations in the jostling crowd,

 At times the lunch boxes left behind.

A   view cannot be digested by  mother

And housewife like me. After  cleaning

And    dish washing, ironing with sweat

Running on your forehead .

Mushrooming all the sordid aspects

and realities of life, expecting the

unexpected  and solving the

irreconcilable are order of the day.

By the time  you sit  and swallow

The  little  crumbs of breakfast;

 The knock on the door  by courier

You cannot  chide him for he is on

His mission to earn his liveslihood.

At  the  end of  the  day, after all

You are  a housewife, housewife only.

Each corner of the house, each utensil

Preparing you for the next day.

      

The light changed by ( after Guardian)

 The light changed by ( after Guardian)

 We no longer walk the same path,

 No longer interact the same way

 by the light, though our eyes are

 the same; stars and sun and

 moon come and go their

 ordained path. Some poets

 call it as their wooing perhaps.

  

  Dark too unravels much to

  our selves of shell and coiled move.

  No longer same hands,

 as in the past, our channelized roots  

 take us through new and strange.  

 By the same river, woods,

 Yonder rivulet, crows and

 Sparrows ruled their roost by

 Agelong trees with each individual

 tradition and green foliage

 the pride and stay of our village.

  Oh ! God, now the ripe time

  For us to depart to different zone

  Formatted by our karma ;

  Allow our souls to merge with

  The Alone or with stars 

  and journey into a realm

  Of His Will. We comprehend

  His motive and mysterious

  Purport of Life’s entourage.

How are the children Robin?( Guardian)

How are the children Robin?( Guardian

Since months children have left homes

For the silly reason of scolding and comparison

Over results in exams. Parental impatience or

A matter of right unrightfully employed?

I cannot imagine years of their absence,

Oh! I will get delirium the very thought

Would drive me so. What if failure in exam?

Life is only one. The road is empty now,

At least I expect that road should always be

empty for the children stay in my mind forever.

They are children reared in the same roof

Under the common tutelage of aunts and uncles

A joint family system, yet parents hold and weild

Rights when studies and medals come into play;

The sweet voice and the T-shirts worn by them

Always linger in mind and the books and drawing

Pencils-  a sad reminder of their stay.  A heavy rain

Is frightening, for cannot imagine where children

Hide and protect themselves?  When are they returning?

A parrot cry in garden is a   clairvoyance and good augury

They will return soon.  What for we live, parents live

If not only for children? our life our breath only for them.