The River

My playmate with whom I cried terrific,
Is sorrowful as her mate is for reasons
many; Upon a time she beamed with joy,
her milk white cloak with silvery linings 
shined and sullenness was just a story.

Scary she never was, a seductress
when seasons switched, silent and
sleepy, sounded melodious when she
sung from her soul. The sands where
I sat to share and smile at our snippets
skipped several beats.

Seeing her shapeless and ferocious,
Years after our confluence, shedding
tears of agony she spoke, only sobs 
were heard.

Straight towards Soul -Image Poetry

Eyes, you are the silent witness 
of a haven that is dipped in blue beneath
the blue sky, so are you bluish 
 reflecting yourself on the bubbling blue water.
The apple shaped lake, the pupil shaped 
tussock, the milky ways directed
towards the sacred shrine in the 
lap of Himalayas, are you the piece
of paradise God gifted mankind?

Hey tiny paradise, are you the domicile 
I have been dreaming of?

Beyond Fences and True to Hopes

Far across, beyond civilisations,
A shelter awaits a couple in love.
The sky has its blue blanket spread
for them, the fog visibly stretching
its bed  making them invisible to the eyes.

The hills with its green carpet longs to
take them to her sweet bosom, where
with showers of selfless love she would
hug them, heaving for breath they roll,
to define new zeniths of matured love.

On foggy evenings, she leaning herself
onto his shoulder subtly mumbles,
"Are these, those days we were waiting for?"
 Pecking her temple, he nods, 'Perhaps.'
"Still Perhaps?" A smile has an answer...

Things I want to Do Once Corona Retreats

While introspecting my lost mind and hence my lost mood, I thought of enlisting a few must do things, so that I can, without further loss of time, start practising once The Virus retreats. Waiting impatiently for the day, we all sing the burial song to pleasingly send it to some graveyard, here is my wish list, hope we have some wishes in common.

  • LAUGH, wholeheartedly. It’s been months together since I laughed and saw the world around me virtually suffering without happiness around. Forgetting the loss of the lost days, the anxiety, fear and depression it gifted to the mankind, we badly need a thorough wash of our brains. Let it be in the form of a laughter.
  • TEACH, I badly miss my dear students. The big, chirping, peaceful campus, the wet rainy days, the monsoon evenings, my desk surrounded by students, the curious eyes in the classes waiting for the classes, the rumouring lots…want to be right there soon, very soon.
  • BID FAREWELL TO THE CORONA SPECIAL CLEANING EXERCISE, Gosh! I am literally tired of sanitising/giving bath to gas cylinders, vegetables, grocery and all the stuff that is being bought. Don’t you do this? Housemaids of mine are also waiting for this nonsense to get over.
  • BREATHE, sure,respiration takes place even now. The fresh air we have plenty in stock in our vicinity, my early morning visit to the temple on my two-wheeler, the cool air… all that I miss is your company. Though pretty used to the use of masks, somewhere in my mind I still remain dissatisfied. I know, even you feel the same!
  • SHOPPING, but only essentials. My frequent visit to watch movies, the lunch at Punjabi Dhaba with one of my friend, the yearly twice central valuation camps, the lunch break window shopping… I do miss you all!
  • FORGET, worries! Whatever worries one may have, workplace is the best cure available to get rid of them. Even physical illness stays away from us when we are at work, I feel. Don’t you?

TRAVEL, though I don’t travel much to be called a Peripatetic, I would like to do travel, in bits and pieces. An early morning long drive on a lazy day to a place less crowded restores energy in us, don’t you think so?

BOOK STORES, to see what latest of my choice is waiting for me. The fresh smell of books is something which my nose would crave for. I really do miss those afternoons, after attending workshops in the morning,where I would directly visit a book stall and greedily buy some fresh arrivals.

Oh God! When are we going to get these small moments of happiness that actually made our lives? What is left with us is only a depressed mind and helpless soul! Hoping for the wait to be soon over…

Voices Haunt Too

I pray that voice to stop forever,
The one which keeps haunting me
since years, the one that bleats, yells,
grunts at a high pitch mode, for its own
comfort, for my discomfort.

Sounds as if it brays, haven't heard 
it speaking. What could be the conception
of its poor owner? Can't scare me for sure,
can't make me follow its will.
Maybe for its momentary peace,
To find solace having thought of winning
without knowing what winning actually is!

I know it will cease soon,
When it's made to sleep.
The screeching voice would never shriek,
Taking my ears to infinite tranquillity.

An Uninspiring Piece of Poetry

They say, life is colourful,
Some say it's Red, does it bleed then?Or does it hurt?
Some say Life has Rainbow colours,What if it's tint less?

The colour it's  filled with fades over time,
turns into pale yellow, does it get white then?
Is white colourless?If so isn't Life colourless?

How does  one paint their lives?
If coated, does it last long?
Do they coat it with bleach?Does it reflect their own faces?
Why is your shadow dark then?
Regardless of your colour, isn't it black?
They say black is not beautiful, do you hate your shadows then?

If colourless is white, isn't your life light?
Isn't it pure? As pure as a marble, peaceful and serene.
But why is it not? Colourless isn't white then...

Malayalee Diaries

A Mallu by origin and also by traits, I always had chances of being proud when I compare and contrast myself with the kind of people I witness here, in the neighbouring state of Karnataka. Settled here for the last 18 years, even now I have chances of feeling honoured within my conscious mind. Having made it a point to learn Kannada, the mother tongue of Karnataka, both reading and writing, I had learnt speaking in the beginning years itself. My experiments in attaining perfection in the language is still on. As diction, accent, pronunciation, tone all matters for locals to identify(rectify?) me as a Mallu, throwing all my attempts to master their language into a garbage bin out of the locality, they usually start making faces, when I speak . To me, my speaking of their language isn’t that bad. I feel delighted when some admit that.

I want to make them realise(a Herculean task though) certain things, whether they take it or not. Ridiculing someone who’s better than them(for they can’t speak any of the other language or my language, as I do) is indecent. Then how can they consider themselves to be privileged? I have seen some imitating, right behind me! Just want to tell you that there are people far better than you, for they don’t ridicule someone who doesn’t know their language. Rather they try to understand the learner’s effort to learn a language which is totally new to them. Some don’t mind to publically abuse! Because of ‘them,’ that particular thing happened, ‘they’ spoiled this etc. there goes their hate phrases. I remember Hitler and his mention of the Jews as ‘they’ whenever I still see them.Times have changed and please admit, irrespective of the area, we are Indians.

A virtual truth, everyone has their own goodness and faults. Take it! The sense of togetherness, integrity and honesty Mallus possess, perhaps not many have. They don’t cheat people and unnecessarily blame them as people around me always do. They usually don’t have double standards unless situation demands. When they accept people, they respect them wholeheartedly. Moreover, they are trustworthy and sincere, unlike those who blame. If they accept one, they maintain that relationship until they go to their own graves. Their approach to life isn’t complicated, but simply straight forward.

When one starts to talk in their language, after a few seconds, they will for sure throw this this question onto their face with a pale grin at the corners of their lips, ‘Are you a Mallu? I guessed it right when you spoke, don’t feel bad.’ I rather would like to tell them, ‘Why should I, when you can’t utter any of the language I speak.’ Some give a hate speech about the state too( for its political legacy), imitating the typical accent. Others too can imitate so many of their ways and talks but, how and why to throw a stone at an empty tree? This is too common among students too, I usually advise students not to be conservative in judgements. Learn to recognise the goodness in people and respect them, they hardly realise they don’t deserve respect either.

There are a few who admire others, I revere them. On confronting a good person, they admit the visibly traceable trait in them and happily maintain a good relation with them. May God keep their good spirits on! Mallus adapt themselves to the new place very soon and start loving it as their own, perhaps people need to understand that. Amidst those sentiments if someone comes forward with such stupid comments, I swear, the kind of expression I show will be exactly of the character shown in the picture.

“I am proud to belong to a nation which has sheltered the persecuted and the refugees of all religions and nations of the earth. O Lord, the different paths which men take through different tendencies, various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to Thee-” Speech by Swami Vivekananda at the Parliament of Religions in Chicago. Hope the ‘well educated’ and equally ‘cultured’ understand the depth of the sentence and keep that legacy to be virtually called as an Indian! Before I quit, just one more short sentence, following the lines of Oliver Cromwell:

In the name of God, Please…

The Eyes Around Me

Solicitous, thoughtful and attentive,
a pair of close-set ring balls encircled me
everywhere I went, gazing at everything I did.
Never did while young I think more about 
those beady eyes, I grew up to be
under its vision, guessed I need not
chase it after, as I had two pairs of such.
Her suppressed silence sang within herself,
never did I understand any of her compositions.

Years after,  those focused balls I was proud about,
abandoned me, being mean still professing.
Uncertain, unaware and unmindful, my attempt
to define her shape wasn't futile. 

I recognise you now divine eyes, only you're 
left in me, not even myself.  


Clowns walk, act, speak to muse us,
He entertains while it burns inside.
When he thinks, he cries.
When he cries, the world around laughs.

How does he clean the furnace?
The echoes he hear are of the mocking birds.
When do those birds sleep?
Perhaps never, they add coal to the burner.

What is the colour of the birds' blood?
Though red, may not be thick.
Do they live very long?
Perhaps yes, that's why they manifold. 

When do they die? Do they ever?
Perhaps yes, when there is no sweat,
no tears on your skin, dear clowns.
And then they are buried, not in a graveyard.


Erring Ghosts

Erring is common, but erring always is uncommon. Also it’s uncommon that errors, forever, go unnoticed. If erring is out of ignorance, we all would have thought it to be a bliss. Sure, unacknowledged ignorance can only be considered as a bane. Errors while communicating is very common. More obvious are the errors people commit while writing. No, no, native languages aren’t free from errors, but unfortunately, English has become the victim of prejudiced minded hands. I sometimes enjoy looking at the pretension of people as encyclopedias, some, as Thesaurus.

A variety of encyclopedias I know assume that the world around them wouldn’t function without their ‘valuable contributions.’ Their list of ‘contributors’ includes not many even when the whole world knows their contribution is only towards their own pockets, which are wide enough to absorb public property. Whatever important they write belong to the bygone era, without realising that the age has come forward. Neither do they recognise the efficient. Efficiency is measured in terms of the capacity to absorb the reality of the ideas, not in performing what they think is right.

Another group of ‘experts’ believe what they write is true, others can’t be . It many times happen with you when you spot some major errors in some important drafts which gets publically posted, and out of your concern, you report the same to those individuals concerned, they simply reject you and your theory of errors! Your intention could be to save the face of that which matters, but you’re never welcome. To some, it simply doesn’t matter. How can you take the public for granted? There could be a few who choose to live out of fool’s paradise. Well, Paradise is lost to many Satans , without a fight. Getting the work done somehow may not save their reputation, it’s perfection that matters. You too may have this question, what’s wrong in asking something which one doesn’t know? There’s also this variety who will come to you politely to draft few of their things, once it’s done, pose as if it’s their self creation.

I have also come across some unauthorised translators! You simply wonder when they translate your ideas into native languages with minor modifications and get it published in some local newspapers. How long can one depend on someone else’s ideas?

You hit accidentally on some self proclaimed laureates! You need to control yourself without laughing aloud when you see them posing to be the god of literature itself and wonder yourself, well, mercy on God, they can spell literature. How can they take those who’re around to be fools? Better not to profess big sounding sentences when one actually doesn’t hold that title of being that B in Big. Another common sight is of those who think they can improve on your writing. You might have erred, if more erring is the one who improve it on, then? Think, answer and act.

Some don’t realise where they stand, the need to upgrade the quality of their thoughts, let alone they themselves. The question is, how can we set all these categories right? Few may still stand far beyond the right thoughts. The rest can think of the remedies. Learn right, think right, speak right( though the topic is left untouched), write right, teach right. When one’s doubtful, never mind to learn from a person who knows it right. Hypocrisy will be of no help in the process of learning. Let’s possess a mind to do things rightly, so that learning takes us towards the edge of perfection.