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.