Importance of having spare keys

Importance of having spare  keys

Don’t ask me what is a poem

Without meter or rhyme;

What is a poem  bereft of metaphor

Similarly what is a house

Bereft of keys?  stretching further,

What is a house without spare keys?

As eyes  are to face, so are keys to doors

opening and locking the efficient bunch

or singlehanded conducting, rotating,

getting stuck up, if rusted or  number lost:

what ever be the tensed owner or inmate

ends  up with sweating and in search of

a way out passing burden to his watchful wife.

Don’t ask me what was my predicament

when the door was locked from outside,

 the keys were lost or misplaced all  the same;

panic or puzzle weltering you inside:

to be locked inside the room,

whatever be reason, imbecile or mad,

handicapped or challenged, under

strict surveillance of nurse, situation

is grueling and  testing beyond words.

Main key or bunch  the master who is held

By the persona, is the real master trying;

Question arises, who is lord  door or key

Me standing outside.  Spare giggling on.

Power !where go into hiding?

Power !where  go into hiding?

Power, power, power,

  Looking around every where

Power dominates, power overrules

like the inundated water destroying;

power   against law, upper hand ruling

have-nots, hunger eating belly,

farmers denied of their rights,

best part of situation, power shutdown

total where machines overrule, now

rendered helpless and dark prevails;

dark prevailing as power, psychological

warfare, as  night engulfs  till dawn;

power empowered by money, slavery;

does  blood know you are superior?

Does flesh yield only to lords?

Do holidays come to terms with

Powerful ruling lords;

Only when the needle strikes

We know what we are.

Remnants of Rice

Remnants of Rice

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At the end of the day

Your  bitter ordeal of dish washing

Consumes much of  your time

scrapping  the corners

of your vessels  here comes

 the collecting of remnants

just as the covey of crows

caw and peck each particle;

particles thrown as excess

or  sticky corners as bunch

gathering thirst for hungry

stomachs craving for every time;

gone are  those days when

inmates of the ancient house

well tutored in household duties

knew the economy of saving edibles;

like minded and myself opine

remnants  of rice or grain or coin

 have greater  value yield the need

and necessity of your  testing  time.

Easter A miracle ( guardian)

Easter   A miracle  ( guardian)

Life is a miracle from the first

Day of our Birth, in front a bunch

of flowers of fragrance; yonder

a young girl  donned in pink and yellow;

a box  of chocolates, full of dreams

a book of poems, would I gift you;

my world of garden, love  and moonlight,

away from dismal room, dark ness;

enrobed in  silk sari, sandal and  bangles

jingling, rose water spilled all around,

a jar of lemon and honey,  iced melon

to quench our thirst your day begins;

all we  want -soft words of soothing comfort;

to accompany through our hazardous journey,

words, words of wisdom and wonder, miracle,

words of  lullaby, singing eternal in our books of marvels.

Our words , blades of grass.

Our words , blades of grass.

Our words are  blades of grass,

Sharp and piercing ,shape or shake

Our course of lives, prospects;

Language, unique set of words,

Words  and  sentences, vowels

and consonants, grammar  voiced,

and voiceless syllables- all hide

in a moment of  fury , hiding shame

and decency, engulfing humans

running rat race;  our words and lives

should coordinate our moods, attitudes,

our being ,our vocal cords  taking upper hand.

Be wary! Tongue  and teeth, on which

Words sit and free play coiling of emotions.