Curd waits in the blender
Its life is over.
A ceremonious end
Skinned shallots weep
Curry leaves sail directionless
Green chillies brave the pain silently,
Ginger is but shattered.
Salt reminds the sore fate
And the purpose of life too.
To transform self into selflessness
Leave a life lived in comfort
Whisked to be the cool buttermilk
And vanquish the hot mid noon of March
When thirst will no longer feel mighty
dominating the throat.
More like a mirage somewhere
Now the curd is no longer there.
The tanginess and melting butter remain
Tastebuds remember the curd
Gone, reborn in a cup of freshness.
One beautiful moment does wonders
A single act of love moves worlds
Think of me , when i feel lonely
Your mind can add space for me.
Come and sing with me, for me
But never think it as a waste
I can give you sweet memories
And a heart much proud of me.
The court hall couldn’t be calmed
The gavel sinks in the clamour; unheard.
Morphed observations chime in
New findings erupt with din.
Themis removes the black ribbon
She detests the sight!
Weighing scales in her hands tilt
She drops it!
Fairness and wealth stay unbalanced.
Her swift sword is rusted
By the unjust practices to it subjected.
She breaks it into two.
Walking out, she pushes aside-
the procurators in black, gives a look snide.
The Lady Justice ascends steep steps
To the tower overlooking the land
She detests the sight!
Pigeons flutter their wings into news
Blinding all sights witnessed.
Every reason is a story
Of cheat, deceit or treason gory.
What is the speed of law? of justice?
Their line remains long, to the jury
No privilege, no power, to fend their fury.
Waiting in pain for needful gain
Time crawls for those with no penny
Lady Justice watches in agony.
She detests the sight!
Law builds justice, and proves worthy.
Now she rises, it is The Judgement Day.
The verdict so ruthless she will say.
Rest not; in worn books as acts and sections
Dusty files bury not; the truth for odd reasons
Hear the cry of the common man.
As they writhe under heavy feet
Laws guard man in a world off beat.
Manoeuvre the mud like a tough machine
Bring the sunken people to pure sunshine.
Cleanse and breathe new life into them.
poem written inspired by a news item
Women there nonstop chattered
Most have brought many pots
In the sky the Sun was blazing hot.
The thin, smart dog lay under a tall tree
Waiting for amma to get water in pots three
Did he hear a purr?
He turned to find spotted yellow fur.
“My friend, get me some water
My throat is parched; will pay with a bone later.”
“Come with me I have a plan
Must get there not seen by man.”
“In the house there is a washroom
A bucket full of water and near a mango tree in bloom.”
As the leopard drank hurriedly
The door shut behind them loudly!
“Oh no! I am trapped”
cried the big cat aloud!
Amma must have seen you
Panicked, she might have called others too.
“Today I will be the word for channel discussion
I hope forest lovers will seek my protection”
Hours passed, they talked of violated agreements
Of climate change, dried rivers and disappearing forests.
“Someone was hurrying on the roof
Now is your chance, escape leaving no proof.”
This world is theirs too
Them with tails, horns ,tusks and wings two.
Published in the Yercaud Poetry Festival 2020 Ignite Poetry Anthology
Water! don’t try to put me out
I can turn you into vapour invisible
Wind! do not try to blow me off
I can spread to turn a city into ashes.
There is no light and warmth without me
Friendship dances in joy around the bonfire
With my name you describe your love
You turn yourself into me in rage, wild.
Volcanoes liberate me and I run down the slopes
Lightning claps aloud and I brighten the dark clouds.
My heat has kept wild beasts away and saved man
From stones he made me, friend and foe he knew not.
Invaders, plunderers and heroes marched with torches lit
As cities burned, people fled, but the emperors feasted.
Flames rise up in prayer, but no match for a burning heart
Incense fills the air; only pure souls win the test of fire.
Often, I burn in vain beneath an earthen pot of water
Boiling rapid, waiting and much await they too
Each second, as flames rumble in their stomach
Money they seldom had, to bring home rice grains.
Costly it was not much, but I cursed myself
Fine silk on her, his dream for his daughter beloved
Not her merits, they sought much more money
My flames gave her freedom from their enormous greed.
Wisdom never dawned on them, furious
They protested, marched and shouted
My head bent in shame, my reluctant flames
Devoured page after page, knowledge mounts
Could a man kill himself and others?
Seeking pleasure in puffs of smoke
When borrowed time ends, lips part
Dropping last breath and the lighted killer.
My breath envelops green world, ablaze
The birds, their small chicks and the nest
Look up to find smoke sailing, like
In a war-torn city; flee if you can, fly away.
Fire is pure and holy
Love is true and divine
As elements of life
Man needs both
Eternal are those
Sensibly use them.