Based on the recent statements in the media and also reports of overdose of chemicals affecting crops in parts of China
May 20, 2011
Untitled - Fallout?
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| Image Courtesy Fantasy Art Design |
musings of another time and place
centres around the tree of grace
People look back askance
where were they perchance??
the devil smiles in disguise
the pantomime player’s rise
another planet another show
that’s how time will ebb and flow
beautifully disgraced, molten thoughts
spewing poison on them all.
*Thought I’ll try this...turning unplanned thoughts into poetic words.....
just deleted the last three random lines to stick to the 55 words limit.
May 16, 2011
Adventures Inc
Dull cloudy Friday, was it the 13th?
It tantalised and teased,
It tantalised and teased,
Started off easy enough as
they port keyed in, screaming for dear life
landing on a pissed off Jill
Scampering on to tumble into Humpty dumpty....
The king’s men chasing the hungry souls
to a witch selling hot cross buns
For the lad and wench, she simpered....
too tired to deny, no galleons to exchange
a silver ring for passage paid...
The stone doors creaked wide
King Arthur and his knights rode astride,
curtsied in jeans and tops
snitched off pastries from the festive lot...
dozing off to find themselves squeezed
in the Mad Hatter’s chair.
Barely escaped to be waylaid by hunting orcs
the side trip to middle earth all her fault...
Hiding under the great oak in time to watch
the huntsman dragging a pale Snow White.
She managed to catch her errant champ
Muttering “yea might be mistaken for
the prince, the way you wince!”
The Grey bad wolf chasing Red Riding Hood
acted as the last straw....clutching at the star
to be at the place they were before.
She clamped the clasps shut,
tiny hands adding their strength
against an unrelenting Giant;
standing on the Beanstalk.
The brave girl threw it in the air watching
it slide back against its nature
to the dark corner of the ancient shelf
Rubbing his hands free of the dust, he said
"these tomes are not for the faint hearted, Aunt"
Slunk away together; one to her Barbie Doll,
the other to watch "Lighting McQueen" nitro boost away;
the third fast asleep on her lap
oblivious of the preceding chaos and mishaps.
*My silly take for my Muses- my nephews Sidartha and Akshay and niece Aishwarya
* Jack Edward's poem on the Zodiac had me thinking if I could go something similar.
Just Another Ordinary Day
The heat seeped in...Sweaty faces everywhere.... patient, stressed, desolate odds...
The lunch break took forever....
The child in the cramped corner bawled incessantly hearing the loud, aggressive voices.
Hush little baby, don't you cry...she whispered to the scared, sleepy child.... the distraught mother who was from a poorer background soothed with kind words of hope...
The bells clanged in the red bricked building, a living testimony of the British Raj....the crowds dissipating into the rooms in the corridor.
They waited silently.....the pronouncement was as expected. Minutes later, handing her the cheque; asking her to use wisely not just the money but the chance at a meaningful life...
Dedicated to Ms. Rajalaksmi, my firebrand divorce lawyer who won an election in my home state last week and has become a Member of the State Legislature...she had hinted at our last meeting of a role in politics but this was unexpected....I hope she uses her new powers for the betterment of women, especially victims of domestic violence.
May 08, 2011
Mother's Day - Haiku 14
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| Image courtesy where did my smile go |
World's force feeding /
Turning poison to nectar /
A mother's touch //
April 30, 2011
Zeitgeist?? # 35, # 36 And # 37 Random Musings For The Day
Is today's "shout out to be heard" world not really for introverts and shrinking wall flowers ???......
Is a pretty face a prerequisite for a singer or can the voice outshine everything else???
A post on Susan Boyle and her acidic reception on Britain's got Talent on a blog I visited got me thinking.....
Does character assault and bullying start at kindergarten??
April 29, 2011
Yesterdays - At The O.T
Oblivious to all, pain and blood…she lay, her wounds being sutured, her right leg amputated below her knees…a journey, fending off robbers of her gold chain, a fall from a speeding train…and the volleyball player's dream lay shattered on the tracks. Right now, blissfully unaware of the blame game and aspersions cast on her story.
He was dying; he knew it as did the surgeons…..the woman on the plastic chair looked distraught and scared. A freak accident, her fault. Nobody told her, opening the car rear doors in a busy street could cause a biker a bleeding, painful end. She mulled their fate as those moments passed before her eyes.
They held hands, hope in their speaking eyes, prayer on their silent lips….they shared a loss neither regretted; their husbands shared more than a common affliction. They would be sharing theirs spouses kidney swapped. An uncommon exchange, perfect matches among then strangers. A difficult sacrifice, would theirs better halves have done the same for them?
April 28, 2011
Xanthippe Widow
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| Image courtesy Claude Renault |
She stood in the doorway, a creased face, paan stained red lips and a perpetual frown on the face….
A scowl said that I was standing in her way….She grumbled at "today’s kids" and their lack of traditional values….Funny, she should consider a 30 something one…
My friend was irritated at the stooping old woman as she walked fast for her age, despite her cane.
We made our way to the temple, there she was, the one I bumped into…she reprimanded me for not covering my head… I laughed and informed her that in our community only widows of old wore them that way….
Her eyes watered and she slunk away without taking her evening meal, the free Prasadam offered to the devotees.
I felt guilty, the price of having a nagging voice in the head that enjoyed lecturing to my discomfort.
Back at the cottage I questioned the caretaker about her as she swept the verandah…
Married off at 12, send to live with her in-laws and absentee husband at 14, widowed at 17, the childless, now, 70 year old thrown out of her marital home a year later for being unlucky…Vrindavan had been her haven for the past five decades…
Doing odd jobs, eating at temples, spending the night at the cottage premises…she had it lucky than many others out in the temple town or other places…
Time and people had made her what she was today….and yet she blamed no one but her bad karma for a life without a husband… ironic that mine was alive and yet not a part of my life anymore and nobody seemed (well who am I kidding) bothered by it.
Life for a poor widow in rural India is often a nightmare…the woman’s life marked by the father, husband and then son…she on her own had no voice, no freedom, no rights, no dreams, no hopes…
Long after I boarded the train back to the safety of my home…her face and her story haunted my thoughts….till today…hopefully, the voice won’t nag me about her anymore….
*Xanthippe : nagging, peevish, ill - tempered woman
344 words to be made into 500
April 26, 2011
Valiant Spirit
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| "Akshay" meaning 'Eternal, immortal, indestructable |
He was born too early, almost two months before time…a premature baby whose first home after his mother’s comforting womb was the incubator….he was not alone, more than enough company but that doesn’t take away the pain, the fear, the worry, the heartache watching a tiny baby with more tubes than his tender body could hold, more medicines than an adult can withstand….
The thrill of hearing him cry, the joy of seeing the relief on his parents' face when he was certified as healthy enough to be taken home, the satisfaction at seeing him grow slowly, millimetre by millimetre, Grams by grams is something one can only experience…
The picture at the side belies the trauma this sweet angel of ours underwent at a nascent stage of his hopefully long, healthy, happy life. His smile, mischievous ways, tantrums belies the struggles, making them a distant memory best carpeted…
April 25, 2011
Unstable Undetected??
Glances here, there, everywherepain, heartache never ending, relentless...
A brewing storm, clutching at ribs,
Dragon's fire - belching bolts
the heart asunder.
dull eyes, shimmer less gaze,
blank stares, sees no face
tethering on the edge,
thin line divides
sanity and craze.
Bright lights invisible
to all save one
pulls on, farther away.
mind craves, falters, yields to
the cold caress of light and dark in turn
echoing laughter off the wall, rebounds.
Flowing torrent as sudden as death,
dim recognition fails, gone for now,
in the blink of an eye.
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