Waterfall

Waterfall

Unending supply

Of kindness to all creatures

Fresh waterfall

Company selling water

Thirsty jungle drinks

27 May 2014

Sun’s rays

Sun’s rays

Morning sun’s rays

Drapes of light

Falling on the earth

Draupadi

Is forever protected

From learned and strong men

Remote control

Remote control

A drowsy man sees

Looks at the grazing cattle

Remote control…

All work gets done easily

Rest working out

Gifts of nature

Gifts of nature

Snakes and crocodiles

Foxes and crows

Are gifts of nature

A baaul singing

And passing by

A worried village

Baaul: Emancipated singers of Bengal known for singing philosophical songs

Doll’s house

Doll’s house

Mother cooking

Father at work, kids at play

Beautiful Doll’s house

Children act changing their roles

An engaging game

Day and night

Day and night

Day and night

Come and go

The earth waits

My daughter

Studying

In a different city

Clouds

Clouds

First shades of clouds oversee

All creatures look up and smile

Umbrella for us

Hiding the sun holding rain

Wonder for how long

An old tree

An old tree

The tree is

Now years old

Gives shadow of oxygen

An old man

Sitting under it

Telling stories to eager children

Trivandrum

I was in Trivandrum

For some five short years,

The city beats its drum

In my heart and my ears!

It never ever cares

To be showy, friendly and polite,

The energy that it shares

Is warm, special and bright!

People are direct, true to the letter,

If you get hurt it’s a choice you’d know better;

These are little things missing on other grounds,

Eyes may go moist but they also sing aloud.

And on most weekend eves!

The beckoning beach to beat the peeves!

Or the favourite museum!

That plays till date a quiet hum,

In the trail of Trivandrum!

Those hot mouth-watering dishes!

Of parathha, omelet, fishes,

My family knows the taste,

That matches the very best.

Served so hot and neat

All we had to do,

Was to enjoy chat and eat!

As a sign-off to the feast

Were juices, to say the least!

Friends with whom I did or didn't mellow,

I know they’re beyond the wall,

With a little sudden hello,

I connect with the call!

And rains O the rains!
What rains I have seen!
That freshens when you drain!
And keeps you evergreen!

Mosques, temples, churches,

On a common stable ground,

Power of prayer preaches,

Harmony all around!

I have never seen a place

As embracing as a tree,

A wind of warmth and grace

In this God’s own country!

This poem that was floating on my mind since a long, long time as a promise to the city. Today, on Thursday 22 May 2014, I am happy that I have fulfilled my promise to Thiruvananthapuram.

Doha on mind

Mind has to die for the soul to emerge

Mind is the part that first needs to purge

Soul only is the search that mind has to find

So lonely is the track in silence has to mind

slip

slip

A frog cannot offend a toad,

It is toad’s choice to get the shock;

A toad cannot offend a frog,

It is frog’s choice to let in the load.

Breathe out, and breathe in,

In the same pond, dirty or clean,

Hop, hop, hop… in and out of land,

See that getting in, getting out of hand.

From the valley of mind

From the valley of mind

From the valley of mind,

Thoughts emerge,

Inks stopped smelling; Keyboard sounds,

But hey, I have to do the chores;

Work and talk in chorus,

My mind’s a puppet in the fading show.

My monologues with the pond,

Birds and fish playing the silent jazz,

But hey, I have to do the chores;

Which severe the songs,

Building alone in pairs, some undrawn land,

Beside the blank’s an unwitnessed sight.

Thoughts are thrashing on the shore,

Inside the skies in spite of the drill,

Pairs are confused in works blemished,

Taking sides to provoke despite,

Broken with time punished by guilt,

Still trotting’s on without a thrill.

Strength and weakness are siblings,

Sometimes lovers of a kind,

With a tune for both;

Spaces near and far,

In all the warbles that twist the mind,

Gorge’s in times hallowing the air.

You did nothing!

You did nothing!

Baba! I am going to be nineteen!

I told you I don't want to grow up;
And you did nothing?

There's college getting over,
Career's calling me now,
The race round the corner,
I'd face that! How?

Was happy with Ma and you
Guiding day and night,
The tree that sheltered anew,
In the wrong and right!

We'd play some day,
Scrabbles, hide and seek,
You'd drive us long,
With Simba, Ma and me!

I woke up every day,
To see my Ma and you,
Drinking morning tea,
And cleaning, mopping too!

Now you're growing old,
You said you'd never do;
You will be my child,
I promise that to you!

But Baba! I am going to be nineteen?
I told you I don't want to grow up;
And you did nothing!

(Baba means father; Ma mother; Simba, the pet dog’s name)

From the lack of my mind

From the lack of my mind

There must have been something;

Something unacknowledged,

Else how is it that the love is still…

A bud cannot not blossom,

A dawn so indomitable, to begin

A twilight so determined, to wither

She’s my neighbour for so long

My partner for moments moving on;

There has to be gap, a hole, a blank,

Unfilled somewhere?

Let me search,

In the bruised journey so far,

Nothing;

Nothing seemed to have been understood,

Holding hands, so external

Love did never drown, was peripheral.

Let me move the lull

From the splits,

From the lack of my mind!

Scare in between… until the wind

Scare in between… until the wind

A dog barking…

It wants to play, old kids howl

The dog is scared

Two animals

To one another, shameless

People bark at them

Beefeaters take fruits

Surprised vegetarians

Buy vegetables

A divorcee looks

A housewife also looks

Both scared to talk

Traffic jam…

Beggars sell goods, windows close

Cars ready to start

Wind blows

Grasses smile, trees laugh

Sweats dry

The concept of 'scare' [did not use dread here because of Kierkegaard] has been used with different stakeholders coming in contact by chance... the 'scare' that is in between them for eons of years, when they have had the occasion of coming in contact and have faithfully not understood them, or if they have, it was with ethnocentrism... these short verses talk about them without any value judgement... however, there is a wind that changes things... this is per Tagore's song... 'kothha hote shomirono, ane nobo jagorono'... which translates into... a wind that comes out of nowhere and brings with it a renaissance! 

Love

'Love me when I deserve it the least,
For that is time I need it the most',
This moves the frozen thoughts, amidst
The world of loving ghosts.

The first two lines is an anonymous quote found in the virtual space... I instantly connected with it primarily because I was also thinking on these lines at the moment.

Dilemma

Sitting inside words,
A comfort destiny;
Sitting inside words,
Also an agony.

Bedridden

Bedridden

 
Edifying the beautiful,
Ignoring the neglected,
Continues on roads...

Thoughts,

Cough in spasms

In bloody spots,
Actions ailing on bed.

Deficit

Deficit

If there's anything,
That's still a deficit;
It’s in our learning
To love and compete.

Outlook

Outlook

Since thousands and thousands 

Of years,
Modern thoughts and looks…

History plays the recorded band,
With laughing drops of tears,
Captured in volumes of books!

Does that happen to you?

Does that happen to you?

Act 1

Sometimes it comes in seconds,

And I see it lying before me,

At times I try and re-try for hours,

It refuses to arrive despite my tea!

Act 2

One word here                 one word there

Feelings full, inside the hardware

Ctrl F on forehead to search what is hidden

Oh! At last, what a mount ridden!

Act 3

When she’s dressed up with choicest of thought,

When the fall is enticing to every little dot,

It’s time to put her in the best of salon,

For minds to read her in their thinking pantalon!

So long

So long

A boat full of wounded words,

Moods of who-started-first

Bruised the sailor;

A boat, still a boat,

It wants to sail, it’s kept ashore,

Blemished in the pulpy floor.

The sweet waves beckon me,

I cannot sail without the boat,

I look around, see crowds of wooden

Thoughts on the tired shore;

Fresh waters calling; all or none,

To plunge in space for everyone.

Chirps of raindrops flower the land

But boats unaffected, unmoved

We are trapped all of us

Breathing smooth water now and then

A boat, still a boat my only avail;

It works for all when set to sail.

To eager water my very first step,

To these mountains a promised ride,

Holes are filled, weights overthrown

Water to absolve and release the rest,

I imagine the sight of moving along,

Words to water waiting so long.

Power of thoughts through words and music

Power of thoughts through words and music

Dr. Masaru Emoto, after years of experimenting with water, has shown how the crystal formation of water differs with varying words of vibration. The video is worth watching to understand the role of music, viz. Beethoven, Bach, Chopin in changing the molecular structure of water. He had tried with words like ‘thank you’, ‘I love you’ as opposed to ‘you make me sick’, ‘I kill you’ showing the immediate effect on water. What is amazing is that he has been able to change the crystal formation of polluted water with Budhha’s prayers.

Of course he has been criticized by the intelligent people for not providing enough physical evidence; however, those of you who believe we can be a little foolish to connect with the infinite intelligence, can watch the video and understand the implication of words on the inner and outer worlds. Not only words we speak or write, but also the ones we think of; not to forget that the world is covered with water, that the major part of our body is made up of water, that every food, fruits, vegetables, meat we take are made up of water.

I know of a tribe which would start abusing trees every time they would need fuel. The trees would invariably drop dead.

The experiment, in my opinion, is hopeful and optimistic. However, it does make us responsible in the way we speak, write, and even think of words!

The link is as follows:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Moz82i89JAw

Taking off

Taking off

The sense of right and wrong,
Stayed with the body and
For far too long;
Cotton with water to soothe the hurt,
A heaviness the shook and made alert;
Lines were lying deep inside,
Of humming that beckoned the confused mind.

The sense of wrong left long ago,
The feather took off from an on-going show;
Waters dried and released the thread,
The cotton so light with weather married;
Looking at the world and
With such clarity,
Heaviness has left its dignity.

falling in place

The seed is getting back,
It is falling in place;
If this is moving on, so be it
Moon, that was covered in broad daylight,
Or in the overcast sky
Sun, that was in the dark,
Trapped in haziness;
It was there, not a lie.

Now,
It is shifting in the clearing,
Little deed, trotting on the laid out road,
Waiting, it holds in it the world of good
That hadn't an eye.

awareness

Tree

Woman

Child crying non-stop,

Man calls for tea,

Milk boiling,

Maid will not come today,

Disobedient calling bell ringing,

Years roll down the cheek;

Audience sees this as torture…

Dancing to the tune,

Lady smiles, says nothing,

Looks at the morning tree,

Birds chirping;

Man

Man works through the day,

Brings fortunes, loans,

Ticking, tackling one by one,

Decorates home with comfort,

Ripples of giggles all around,

Everyday strolls into years;

Audience sees this as exploitation…

Man smiles, says nothing,

Looks at the stable tree,

Fruits and flowers hanging;

Man / Woman

Audience wins!

Man and Woman,

Now,

In their new roles;

Tongue-tied Tree smiles,

Goes unsung!

Separation, Anxiety

Separation, Anxiety

Separation

We were together,

For some so many days;

Vagabonds, trying to capture

A roof,

A ground,

A purpose;

A moth and a butterfly,

Playing,to plough

Caterpillars;

Days and nights have met moments

United in dusk and dawn,

In the room where we toiled, with our roles,

Everything that was meant to be; became

Furniture;

The space, a cradle, hums

Lullaby,

Yet the tune was not lost,

Something we found together

In unison!

Anxiety

Moonbeams,

Slipped off the palms;

Oh! Not to worry!

They will come again,

The traveller is in exile,

Moments that are found and lost

Underwater,

Lament a little for long;

In the ocean of sand,

Its cold yellow dust seeking the sun,

With a bowl; at night,

Rays appear like

Some sort of alms,

Hands that held for life,

Dropped like a leaf…

Days stolen;buried above the roof,

The moonlit room,

A dais now,

A stage!

trail

Waves thrashing on the shore,

Bombs blast the brains,

Chirping of birds from the trees,

Silence, silence;

Teachers banging dusters on the table,

Dewdrops bathing the grasses,

Magistrates hammering orders,

Thunders breaking wild,

Trains whistle on the run,

Drizzles soft and mild;

Times, times;

Audiences listen to the composition,

With flute in the background!

My Muse

Look!

My Muse,

I created you,

Before you were born!

I drew the curves

Of your character too,

Flawless, from all angles;

My Muse!

Sometime later,  

Innocently,

You appeared, rang in;

Mesmerized,

Enamoured,

Seemed a perfect match!

As the game began,

The carom men moved

At the striker’s call;

Eyed the queen,

Hitting hard…

Holes emerged, from here and there.

I am guilty,

You a posthumous gift,

I struggled to fill the gaps,

My Muse!

See!

What I painted,

Was best for virtual dens

I’d know

As picture, that wasn’t.

Here,

You stumble with cells and claws

My Muse, with flaws,

Imperfect, pleasant!