Monday, June 16, 2014

Coffee Poems

Coffee Poems


Clean cover

Debris on the earth
Dirt muck need complete cleaning
Child locks the cupboard

Misguided

From the cradle
I came to dance, sing and play
Daggers of thoughts born
To drag me till the grave

Sunlight

Sun from my bedroom
Hides behind the edifice
The light wakes me up

Elusive

Sunset in the horizon
Truths lie in front of our eyes
Sky falls in blue smile




Poems you could enjoy over a cup of coffee.
16 June 2014

Friday, June 13, 2014

In time


Birds flew away
With the quiet evening sunlight
Night wakes up from sleep

Deforestation



Lost forest, tonsured
Angry winds blow without pause
In search of some trees

Game



Old man on terrace
Feeding the pigeons, watching
Football match is on

Space



Maid left for today
She will with tomorrow come
Wash and clean my space

Work



Bees at work like ants
The stars, birds, trees, brooks, toil quiet
No automation

Reflection



A beautiful pond
Water steady and peaceful
The sky shows so clear

Thursday, June 12, 2014

An interesting game


An interesting game

When will you come to me?
When will you set me free?
When will you let me be?
Eyes wake inside and see!

Am I in search of what I am?
With meaningless traffic trapped in jam?
In the way of the road, what is clear unclear?
Ears inside the wheel can so openly hear!

At the centre of the mind is the puny little quiet,
At the centre of the being is a living small sight;
The silent in the middle is at ease and at peace!
The light in the middle a universe of bliss!

I am engaged, occupied,
Absorbed, involved, nothing denied,
A game so engrossing where every time I choose,
Whether to win or simply to lose!

12 June 2014

Waiting to clear


Sheep block winter road
People in cars wait, shiver
Take out woolen clothes

Back into the future

Maid washing clothes; brushes softly.

It must be my father.
That sound of his shoes at the last two steps is his.
He will catch me not studying.
That must be my father.
His almirah opens. He arranges his dress,
Takes out his dhoti and banyan;

That must be my father
Water drooling in the bathroom
To relax his fatigued machine.

A child jumps into a pond. Splash!

It must be my mother frying fish.
Rainy day today; no school, what a welcome to the changing season
Fresh smell…rhythmic rains…
Good…good things are happening in the kitchen.

Back into the future

Pressure cooker whistles to the sound of my mother’s conch.
Pooja at home.
Prasad waits for the owners of slippers waiting outside.
Ma smelling of dhoopdhoona.

Train whistles to take the holdall and us to a faraway place.
Clothes washed and hanging;

Treasures intact; to take the old man
Back into his protective and stable days,
And bring him back again into a changing state;
Back, all the time; into the future!



Note:
1.      Almirah – cupboard;
2.     Dhoti - is a traditional men's garment worn in India. It is a rectangular piece of unstitched cloth, usually around 4.5 metres (15 ft) long, wrapped around the waist and the legs and knotted at the waist, resembling a long skirt.
3.     Pooja – worship;
4.     Conch – a large spiral shell used before and after pooja;
5.     Prasad – foods and fruits, as offerings to Gods and Goddesses; after the pooja, it is to be consumed by the devotees.
6.     DhoopDhoona -  dhoop (incense stick) and dhoona – a special powder put on coconut skin and burnt to create a good atmosphere for pooja. It is also believed to be good for health, and is used as mosquito repellent.

12 June 2014