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Rubber Band of Love!


Red colored,

Leathered and feathered,

Affixed in the tea-poi,

Struck with a very long, curly

In the afternoon light,

It was brightest among the junk!

Buoyant in nature,

When my tea-poi visitors,

Test the elasticity,

Perhaps a strange desire,

For It is a stronger rubber band,

Survived a mini holocaust!

When I was right there,

To save the little, helpless
rubber band!


When on a winter fall day,

My 6 year old little sister,

gifted me that little band and tied,

my brown, messy haired plait,

With her cute, tiny palms!

A red rubber band of love,

that is now wrinkled of age,

That still rhymes from those,

Big twinkling eyes!



A walk by the sea!

Inside a layer of a tide,

Two pairs of tiny feet find a place,

They walk, they jump,

Spilling the water,

The tiny tides rising,

By the still summer sea!


One pair of feet,

clear and fair,

with pink nail paint

and a single anklet,

Another pair of feet,

fair and neat,

Daddy’s hard work of

The trimmed nails,

With a pair of silver anklets!

tide by tide,

feet covered up,

deeper under sand!


The feet walked along in tides,

Searched for the rarest of shells,

Corals and snail shells,

Like in those interesting tales,

Of the sea, of treasure hunt,

They go searching,

All of the baby fish and the dead crabs,

mollusk and the tusk shells,

None found was a treasure!


Some crabs, alive and hiding ,

And some scurrying sideways,

Were all passing by the tide,

and by the tender little feet!

The giggles and squeaks,

Coz of the moving tiny crabs,

That were blessed by our feet!


In the golden light of dusk,

We were a silhouette,

Of the two little lost rabbits,

by the kelps and weeds,

of the rocks and reeds,

to our screaming mamma

and searching and angry papa,

who finally discovered us,

Out of our memorable sea walk,

dated April, 1987!


The Goggles!

It’s a colorful world

From the goggle view

Green n blue

Brown n red!

Rayban or Prada,

Ultra-violet shades or

Ultra-modern display,

For a purpose, in vogue!

Silver or Golden,

White stoned or

Diamond studded,

A Glitterati display,

Into a colorful earth,

Through the colorful frame of mind!

“Mirror, Mirror on the wall,

Who is the fairest of all?”

Mirror answered “no one”,

She said “I am no queen,

But I know in the unfair

Anyone can appear fair,

In this world, which is a “Fair”
of the unfair!”

How I Wish!

When my hands cannot throw away those Guns,

When my hands could not hold their hands in pain,

In a holocaust or terror or a hurricane or killings,

In that frowned sunset,

I wish I had no hands!


When feet could not walk 

To join the sad and unhappy, the path of empathy,

But mire of life and responsibilities

That we made and drowning in,

Convince me for not that,

I wish I was lame!


Everyone cries their wishes, in chorus

No one is “listening” to another

But so much of furor and cacophony,

That my voice is lost in noise,

I wish I was deaf and dumb!


When the memories fill in my eyes,

When my eyes saw the pain of the others,

But I cannot but wash it with tears alone,

And when some shed those red tears,

I wish I was blind!


When I see the evil take over the world,

Terror, Horror, Hurt, Killings,

When my heart could feel,

But could not heel the evil,

I wish I was heartless!


How I wish!

How I wish!

How I wish, there was a sudden

Epidemic of happiness,

A virus of selfless thoughts,

A hurricane of good deeds,

And a cure for a perfect world!

I am still lame, deaf, dumb, blind and heartless,

To a world that made me!

We start our life with “0” Percent ownership,
Mathematics was inborn,
We cried as babies for a number of strangers,
Papa’s friends, Amma’s colleagues,
We fuss as kids, for 2 more chocolates,
3 Dairy Milk chocolates or 5 Milky Bar,
We tried as students for ascending Grade and Ranks,
A to E, with no Z grades, 1 to lakhs of ranks,
We fought as employees for a hike of “Percentages”,
5 to 50, 
We earn in business “Profits” or “Loss”
ROI, Per Capita Income, GDP,
We decide the “Probability” of a choices,
Coke to Pepsi, KFC to McDonalds,
We get the “Statistics” of shoppings,
Sarees, jewellry
We have every “Odds” and “Evens” of a decision,
A US trip to an Indian IT job,
“Prime” as our wishes protrude,
Birthday celebration, gifts, parties,
We are at times “Rational” and “Irrational”,
Practical and impractical,
We have an eye sight in “Integers”,
The more negative the shorter in sight,
We think of “Fractions” when we cook,
half a cup, pinch of salt,
We end at where we started, with a Remainder “0”,
Its an Infinite after life!

The Chatters!

Holding the cradle for hours,

Talking on Phone,

For hours,

In an interlude of scoldings,

For the Giggles and Laughs,

Sometimes hush-hush,

Somtimes loud,

Squeaks and Screams,

Movies and Icecreams,

Chocolate Overload or Strawberry,

Scores that took an unknown geometrical graphs,

We talk of strict English Lecturer,

All the posh gals, the gossips,

The samosas, fruit juices,

The earrings, dresses, shopping,

 We speak of it all,

On this one machine,

Thanks to Graham Bell,

For a phone call to a friend,

That was once a daily routine,

I miss those phone calls!

I need an umbrella of real love,
From the rain of tears,
From the reign of fears,
Foggy eyelids,
Mumbling words,
A crowded mind.
From the assumptions and conclusions,
The presumptions and confusions,
Like a tax imposed!
I need an umbrella of a true conscience,
From the misspells and mistakes,
From the riches and stakes,
From the show off and taunts,
From the homicides and holocausts,
Where money and words,
Rule the worlds,
Where only few human choruses,
The real song of love and sacrifices,
Enchant for a real world,
An every child’s dream!

  She has become a cold rock

 That anyone may want to knock,

But gets too far to even withhold

the rock, so cold,

Here, there, everywhere,

She can go anywhere,

Covered by snow, Blue and Yellow,

 appears bright and mellow,

 But stands stern, to the torture,

 A rock unbreakable, by nature,

A snow flake on the rock melted,

 flows into a frozen Confluence, undisturbed

For its very existence, as a cold rock,

unemoted, sharp and crystalline!

That’s the cold rock, a modern day woman!

Books! Books! Books!


Photo courtesy: Tangled animation movie. Rapunzel singing a song of her daily chores.

Books! Books! Books!

Books! Books! Books!
All around me!
Books just take us into a world,
Sometimes we are flying,
Sometimes hanging in there
Tick-tock like a pendulum,
Sometimes grounded,
Even pulls us into a quagmire,
Throws away into another world,
Yet I am just sitting at a table
Just reading?!
Funny how it is!

Just me and my book,
Turning Page by page,
Thought by thought,
Day and a night!
Sight and an Insight,
Flip a page and again a flip,
And then journey goes on..

No judgments or comparisons
No speculations or competitions
No transactions or expectations!
Just the words and sentences!
And thoughts!

A modern Girls’ gang!


Pink n yellow, green n violet,
Are their colors!
Giggle & laugh,
until they are red and blushing!
Cry out loud, scream and grin,
Of all stories they know!
Sneak out of house,
In a timeless gossip,
Of all truths and dare,
Eating ice creams, chocolates
And all the roadside food!
Shop until purses are empty and
The cards err out, and until
Hands full of bags!
Copy each other,
And then never let-
each other down?
Urggh err grr ahem!
They so speak bitter
Green, blue and brown,
About the girls of the gang
In a cold jet-black background or
In a pale-grey foreground!
Yet they come together,
With a blueness in the throat,
A rainbow in the smile,
Again hand-in-hand,
Step in rhythm,
They walk, n they tap,
they sing, n they dance,
They paint a new day together,
All like a no tomorrow!
The modern day girls’ gang!


Inspired from my favorite 1843 Danish fairy tale “The Ugly duckling” by a Danish poet and author Hans Christian Anderson. It is in-fact not a fairy tale, it is a reality depicted in few flowery, dreamy story line, if only looked deeper into the story, with an bird-eye view! My father loved and bought this book and my mother read this story. I was in 4th standard in school years old when I heard this story. I have written this bit dedicated to a woman who wants to fly, yet experiences she is dragged into.

The story of another Ugly duckling!

There lived a duckling,

Who could fly, was elegant and fair!

Other ducks disliked her,

mocked, derided,

Called her an ugly duckling!

Yet one day, when she saw

A group of swans, In a reflection in lake water,

Discovered that she too was a swan!

No more an ugly duckling!

She flew far away in the sky,

And higher n higher to the glory!

And one day, she fell in love,

with a swan who saw her beautiful,

All the time stood by her like a shadow, without a any complaint,

Prepared her as toughest, and never let her down!

Never said he loved her, but when she expressed her love,

Alas! He only dismissed it!

For all his fears, she knew him,

She would dream again and again,

Ask him again and again, and waited all along!

He avoided and escaped from her,

Yet she would go flying with him,

In shimmering moonlight to talk for hours,

Yet this only caused sadness.

He moved on she thought, for he never spoke to her again!

And so she never met him again!

In desolation and grief, flew into far away skies,

There were swans who loved her, yet,

In memory of him, for the love of him,

Perhaps, she remained as a memory of what “he” chose!

For she is all she could ask for,

She lived happily ever after, alone!


Keeps us going
It’s unreal
A mere imagination
Of a good!
Yet if we live
Without hope
We fall apart into bits n pieces!
What a strange paradox!

Transactional World!

World is a huge set of transactions!
Infinite, countless.
Every transaction has an action,
And actions have reasons,
We do choose our action, come what may.
And its the choice that decides our destination.
It is for this reason, everything happens for a reason,
the preference of choice over luck!
Transaction is like a complex number,
It holds an “real world value” and an “unreal humane value”,
We became insulated from our own conscience,
The true meaning of words seems to have lost their dictionary!
Wired or wireless, we are all connected, on a social space,
but mentally disconnected!
A hypocrisy by choice, perhaps!
Without any generalizations,
We survive in an inexplicable tomorrow,
In this new context sensitive world,
Transaction-driven feelings,
It’s the survival of the “fittest”,
Creates unique identity of the self, in a fainted color of conscience!

An Novel experience!


One single line in bold Comic Sans,
On thick bound cover, sea blue or red,
Along came the author’s name,
Right below that “Title”,
And then you turn the page,
Invites you to a new story,
Starting with a preface,
On the authorship,
Chapters, pages and titles,
Turn page by page,
Read Line by line,
Word by word,
Eyes are seeing, and then
Along came the running characters,
From the words, in the reader’s
Undisturbed imaginations, visions, Incidents and drama,
The “visionary” reader,
slowly enters the last few paras,
It’s the climax now, in Suspense,
Engrossed and involved,
And then a deep sigh,
with a released frown,
When the story ends!
An undisturbed and hypnotic Journey
into the writers’ world of the Encapsulating words,
oh dear reader,
you are a blessed human,
for a self-created solace and peace!

Discounted wishes!


An end of season sale every where, flooded with shoppers, in the malls and shops, its some infectious shopping, that we dont want to ignore! We have all the brands in a seasonal sale! On that note, I have this quickie to share!


Brand frenzy,

Shopping crazy,

Business friendly,

In an offer of discount!


10% or 50%,

61% or 70%,

Or a Buy 2 get 30%,

It is a discount per cent-age!!


Buy 1 get 1 free,

Or a Buy 2 get 1 free,

we choose an offer!

in a willful price!


It is a price,

many like to pay,

For a quality of the make,

For a choice of a long awaited wish!


Exponential increase,

in the happiness sales,

In the whopping raise,

Of the discounts and shoppers!


Until stocks exist,

Discounts persist,

To attract our like,

In an intelligent auction of brands!


Anyone can become

a shopaholic,

In this “Neon” world,

Of discounted wishes!


A new sun


Anyone is “fortunate” in money!

Can buy love and fame? how funny!

Everything is business!

They live and love for notes,

a plural “valuable printed piece of note”,

With a stripe on it, of a wicked “Glint”!


Someone’s smiles’ a billion dollar!

Someone’s dress’ a ten million dollar!

Somebody’s life is a just a dollar,

While somebody’s life Is a million dollar!

A condescension, by choice of the White-collar!


Money is the new dawn,

A new dusk, the new brawn,

Tis the logic, Tis everything!

A paradoxical rhetoric,

In a Schadenfreude world,

The Bourgeois and a Proletarian

can least sustain!


This is the new Sun,

For a new Galaxy,

For the globe revolving,

around only Money,

Tis all bright and sunny,

“Happy” and “Lovely”,


A hundreds of evening walkers,
Along with so many hawkers,
Louder bargains of the buyers,
In the rhythmic tunes,
Of traffic and railways,
it was an any day’s evening!
A sudden explosion,
Of a terror blast,
Befell on the innocent!
In mere minutes,
Of simple life and peace,
Broke into pieces,
Of hatred and blazes,
Into the deaths and scares,
Shattered and battered!
A landscape,
Of the red, with carnages,
Of the tears of survivors and losses,
It was a silence of pain all over,
With handicapped thoughts and blank mind,
It was another Coldest day of complete inhumanity!

A cryptic Egyptian Mummy!

Gauged insights

Into hollow spaces,

Jutting Joints,

Fleshless, lifeless,

Like out of the dried leather,

Skin squeezed over,

Once mummified,

In oils and resins, embalmed

To only get wrapped

in linen forever, as they thought,

and trapped in a crypt,

In an eerie triumph of Egypt,

or an obsessive belief!


Mummies helped

dissect the civilizations,

from the convictions,

ibises, falcons, cat,

kings, Gods and spirits!

They are with us,

escorting the archeologists,

of the pyramids, reciting the tales,

of the ancestors, from the hieroglyphs,

from the walls of the tombs!

So Mummies did live after life,

And so are still alive,

In books, in pyramids,

in the minds and thoughts!