Thursday, September 26, 2019

Tanka ONLY IN ACCORDANCE WITH 575 SYLLABLES



TANKA

1)     Casket opens  slow
treasury of ancient coins
 thrill of entire house
glitter  and share of inmates
till nightfall their bonanza


         A   cellar  full of
winery succulent flows
today’s drive and thrill
pushing you to market place
dreams  and definitions  there.






Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Station to station ( after guardian)


Station to station  ( after guardian)

Train passes through carrying
the dusk and dust laden in my heart
of forgotten old days yet, inerasable:
dust of insults and injury so sad;
pigeons are covey shot as if at one
sling and taking of in a broad spectrum
of day, me delightfully passing through;

smoke out of tea cups, as if each
segment with a memory stirring
with a tale .Journey to London,
train passing through pastures,
cows grazing, and hills, trains
halting with automated doors
opening  when people enter hang
on  to leather straps; Shakespeare
and  Words worth, Arnold and Eliot
spring from my memory, my college
days, learning passion unabated till now.

Learn so much from nostalgia
Soothing,  to relive our life past.


Thursday, September 19, 2019

spiraling Love not merely sensuous;


Spiraling Love  not merely sensuous;

I am the  tempting juice
Of love springing from gardens,
Wine yard  and Roses  and Lily
In water pond, where  cranes
Meditate looking upwards
With a  zeal a  texture -
Veneration and  awaiting
Rain bearing clouds  
Pouring and endless pouring,

Winter is gone,  aged
Do not shudder shivering cold
Rains stopped, blooming
Spring in buds and chirping
Of parrots – beckoning love,
Song of love, sweet voice
All over  gardens and gates!

Echo from caverns  blowing
All corners, conch and shell,
 mountains and woods,
Castles  and caverns, Love
Knot ties -governing principle
Of all journeying through ;
Dawn breaks with a  bright
Star, slowly coming out of
Its orb with  healing touch
of love and   hope  and warmth.

No taxes,  no surcharge, no
Penalty,   horseman  with
hoofs hurried with a   bridle of
unchecked freedom.



Friday, September 13, 2019

wild flower


wild flower

 A  passage into wildflower meadow,
 where  Daisy and Celandine,grow
to please us although with a  name
of wild, growing and spreading fast
a kind of dominion free  and fast
unchecked with colorful flowers
until wind shakes while pink and bluebells
shower   their kindness  in spiraling mood;
they have their own roots  and  lifestyle ;
they have their own systematic  journey;
yet winds  will shed their thorns and thistles
a stage when  no more growth and spread.
They  too have their own  last stage and
A state  when they are not wanted;








Friday, September 06, 2019

A day in kitchen


A day in kitchen

 His  culinary experience on  a
 Day of festive gathering, in
 Battling, rattling utensils ,
 Cutlery of shine and pine,

 Straight on cucumber
And greens, leafy edible
Vegetables supple and sticky
His clock ticking every minute,

For he is conscious of lofty
Gathering and ensemble,
Party and repartee
 Cheering in cue and care.

Oil in frying pan bubble
And smoke wavy up ;
Deep fry of papads
Salads and soups in cups,

Dish ornamental and porcelain,
Spicy spinach and pickles
Tempting and demanding
For the day’s pride  and pleasure.

I reach home with a heart
Full of my duty done in utmost
 Satisfaction  and  stay in good looks
Of master’s  books and love endure.




Wednesday, September 04, 2019

Passing on to another


Passing on to another…


The red pomegranate on the bowl
be dissected into four segments,
both beauty and taste nullified
In minutes like chopping of tree’s
Blossoming and full blown vagrant
By crude farmer’s tillage when commerce
And e-commerce join hands to proceed
In their respective way. Same merciful
Hands of farmer  till now, watering and
Manuring aslant a  sword to fetch a
Bounteous yield in a different way.
Child picks up seeds amidst  juice
Like blood oozing, in dainty fingers;
Its pain smeared all over .Land being
Passed on to other unknown hands
When  loss  and benefit-- the  future
Mantras of  business  class.












    

Tuesday, September 03, 2019

CORSAGE


CORSAGE

   Not  a  flower of amaranthine  nature,
 but  a  buddy Rose of fragrance,
lasting on my buttonhole,
 with a smile of endurance
and grandeur, sits steady and firm

as  woman of   firm household
 minding and binding in the hearth.
A precious GIFT from her good self,
The  gentle serenading of Rose,
A move  0f lullaby  and sleep,

 Tapping around  white  garment
 Travelling all over as a  faithful
  Servant  clinging on ; a breeze afar
  Welcomes you with a  bliss
  Of boon passing on to the  Giver.

 A  morrow for all of us with a
Waking Dawn and buttonhole
 Smiling steady and stay ever.