Teacher ; it goes on( guardian)

Teacher It goes  on 

So many desks, countless rows

Papers  and planes  - class room

Converted into play room, in the

Gap  of teacher’s arrival; alongside

chocolate wrappers and opening

and closing poetry page of “solitary

Reaper” for  they are expected  to

learn by rote; unmanageable cacophony

silenced by appearance of a master

with a bulky  bundle

 of  corrected  note books ;  some

 more to be corrected;

the time he makes them rehearse

previous day’s poetry, some quotes,

 by the time master taps his scale

on the  table to control, there

comes a circular about exam time table,

life  is sulky , life is sullen,

learning is tough and tedious

it goes on  until bell goes in his

dream, in  their dreams and watches;

till summer vacation it is programmed

and   final  day of ordeal arrives;

results ,promotions and failures,

it goes on.

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Thought of erasing

Thought of erasing

Construction – the very word itself

is longer than image, toil and sweat

going into the mindset of those involved

 be it artisan, mason, poet or architect;

how much of planning and project

into the outline, inviting word and images

fix and decorate into the auditorium

 draw and paint dipping into acrylic

with brushes of deft strokes every where

selected, touch and smell the paint;

ready for scaffolding, write and draft;

all for records, posterity and content;

but a sudden   hand of blunt and mad

rush  embarks  upon erasing, rubbing,

 not for progress, but for erasure

 to destroy from page, image, history;

woe to the  hand plunges upon erasure

woe to the mind plotting to blot and remove

 those that require consolidation and construction.

Woe  to the very concept of erasure.

  

Sparrow ( After Guardian)

Sparrow ( After  Guardian)

Sullen, your mood spoiling snow,

melting on the grass, now beautiful

dew drops, creating a new mood

for  a different world;  Sparrows

on the twigs, dancing, their own

world of independence; their own

elated view, sometime sad profuse

of humanity’s perspective in their

own voice of chattering

in your coinage. The sparrows

spongy neck, cautious looking

and pecking here and there,

looking at us in prison, breaking

stone walls, do they know our

predicament, suffering, our

angst this moment, the puzzle

of our imprisonment? Hungry

beaks picking up bread crumbs

in what way different from ours

waiting for a crunch ;each in our

own world of thinking and mode

of survival; do they thank their

stars? Do we? I know not, for

tomorrow is our for sure.

Introspection on Blood

    Introspection on Blood

Running in all of us, our veins,

emotions swelling along,

from birth till teasing end,

yet, fulfilling its duty,

from within, Royal flow,

Dictum of supreme judge,

Until congealed, its reign

Beneath its skin sacred.

Getting poisoned only

by poison of man and his kin

arresting red into solidified block;

scant respect and regard

for His Doings and sketch

of drawings in His unique

Creations, purchased  by money.

Yet it  a has a donor pass,

Blood transfusions and

Heart transplantations

So many innovations

With aid of blood -red blood.

Rose at random

                      Rose at random

                     What are we but a budding bunch

                    of multicolored rose plants growing

                     in steady soil, tutored by the steady

                     care of agile gardener, owner at times,

                    mostly admired for the beauty and rich,

                    tempting, also divine fragrances entwined

                    with petals and  roots beyond our ken,

                   in the sense, rootless flourish wide;

                   Time’s cruel   hands have clipped

                  and flung our stems hanging loose

                  until a fine wind blowing gathered

                   solitary pining, nourished into a growth

                   beyond   fairness  and   snatch.   

                   Winds and children’s  play

                   have stunted  our prosperous smile,

                   till a propitious boon  changed our fate;

                    we are sure to blossom and flourish

                   with copious fruits and sweet  fragrance.

                    

             

Senior most in her daily chores

    Senior most in  her daily chores    ( women centric google meet)

 

    Last  tedious note in the previous night

   Inconclusive for the succeeding busy morn

   for the women committed, is one of special

   and   carved routine into her registry of mind;

  the first knock  of milkman with the first brewing

 decoction and tiffin boxes getting packed by her

deft stroke of hands, with the stern reminder

of homework for her hurrying children with lace

outstretched in hands tightening still testing

her patience,  her eyes looking at wall clock

at the same time, waiting for  the school van

till they reach back home – a warmth and anxiety.

This is  one only aspect of her care, when business oriented

Husband  and  in laws siren like voices getting on nerves;

  Modern and modernized world, these chores of women

 Are blessings, for woman is considered Lightening lamp

Or deity of house, at the end of the day. Apart washing

And dish washing and bills paying, her priority and pain

Pleasant and many more for after all she  does all

For the sake of her house, her home, her shelter.

That is what she is meant for, her surroundings say.

 

     

Courage

Courage

It is certainly not temerity

nor rashness, but being within

one’s own limits, being aware

of repercussions of crossing

the boundary line; courage

is not going to see the lion

in the zoo in close quarters

putting your face and nose

too close, but using your

propensity of thinking

in the most appropriate way.

Courage is braving the enemy

but before being into it,

knowing your strength

and adversary’s weakness.

Courage is not finding

“quarrel in a straw”.

Courage is ascertaining

Assessing your point of view.

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ANGER - (ASIAN LITERARY SOCIETY)

 Anger

 Serene morning’s first wake up call

 by the cawing of crows and chirping,

breaking dawn into a day, with the first

whistle of boiling milk -all spoiled by

the anticipation of some hot words

of inmates, over active phone calls,

from afar, some corner of unknown,

dragging you into a wordy deal

while yourselves not knowing what

for this quandary, somewhere some

 mischief of dissatisfied souls plotting

 a lifelong calumny-topple your future

 all agonizing you into a crazy recoil,

 into a shell of yourselves, for out bursting

 into anger only ruins your prospects;

 Their anger provocative of your anger,

 Best  remedy keep your fingers crossed

and  look above pray  The Ultimate.

when hatred prevails;---

INCENDIARY ART (After  Guardian)

       when hatred prevails;---

       On the long day, a gunshot, sudden

     triggered from  his  tutored instrument,

      shed his blood  and   body motionless,

     a stupefaction for all surrounding;

      why this long query, why this angry mob,

      why some nonchalant, why this quandary,

       she questions herself at the altar of Church,

       not only for her, for many a passerby,

        this moment not trivial, but, crucial

        for a  life gone,  identity unclaimed,

       what for some question inwardly,

      some continue to argue, unanswered; 

      vans and school children pass,

      until cops come, his blood frozen,

      like the minds of many,  not pondering,

      still lingering in their own moods;      

      what matters for  you and me

      witnessing there for a while,

      not color, nor black or white,

     if rich or have-nots, what   matters most,

     which is lacking, which is wanting,

      the humane sense, human consciousness,

       human sense of care  and only   mutual care.