In search of a river

This poem was published in the anthology  “FloatPoetry ” on the theme

Re-verse  the Rivers

 

The mountain tried to reach the cloud

Stop her and ask something with a quiver in voice

The cloud fled as the rocks below began to crumble.

 

“Water started her turbulent journey here, from up here

From my head, with mist gliding in breeze, is my hair

Dying now I am, where are you my child?  Cloud do you see                                                            her?

Tell me great valley, was she down there with you

Watering the fields that fill the plates as would Ganga do.

 

Over the murky waves the dolphins leap, gasping.

Unaffected by elements the sages keep chanting.

The Ganga washes their feet, then bids good bye to souls.

Are you there my child, to be in the journey eternal?”

 

A flute churns curd into love as the mother regrets

Restraining her soul’s cream as he sets out as life’s stream

And there he plunges into the beautiful Yamuna.

Cows tinkling their bells, birds singing sweet

Girls dancing, boys laughing loud with joy.

“Dear I know this is a festival which you do not want to return from”

 

“Right in front of the Taj do not thin down

Can a river keep everything else and let love drown?

Water why do you take things dirty, to clean the heartless?

Look how ugly a fine silver stuff has become!

 

Gone are the days when a beauty like you

The Indus, defined civilization and gave birth to a culture great.

Favourite to you dear , were the dancing dolls which you had hidden.

Many boats sailed with you with men of emperors great.

 

 

Bound by many dams she is helpless

She chokes as villages vanish for towns.

Did you remember Narmada as calmness blankets mountains

Mutely watching flood and famines.

 

Meeting with Sabarmathi you should dear believe

Such a human lived as much with flesh and blood.

 

Have you wound down south ,trailing the scent of jasmine?

Kaveri is a mother whose tears flow into fields of feud.

 

On the spread of sere sand art dances in stunning colors

Poetry thrives and merits still sprout along Nila.

 

 

Men across the land listened

Sankara teaching Advaitha.

Like the uncanny alligator  that held him back

Waters of Periyar is a captive by the thirsty city.

River so strong so beautiful ,singing with the oars that splash

Retarded she flows amidst water front high rises.

 

Deluge was as never before as Pamba rushed

From the Sahya to the sea, she was roaring.

 

Man was seeking worldly gains grinding rivers under his feet.

Come back oh dear, my river ,where  are you?

Have you gone deep into the earth to be with Saraswathi?”

The strength within

 

Rays of strength start from me, spread boundless, wide

Safe in me lies my soul, very safe from any rule and guide

Set me free from your  scales to assess my losses but

Count nothing, only what I have, all my  grit and gut .

 

Everything I put against my true self breaks me countless

I whine and scream, you call it your misfortune endless.

A sea  is trying  to reach  you with its corals and pearls

It is not just an unruly wave that splashes on rocks and snarls

 

Where do I find a judge who will hear me plead

Without giving a judgement on what I need  .

My voice you may not hear but I have lots to share

My heart blossoms into flowers for the ones who care  .

 

To pure love I respond ,my eye peeks into minds

In there  just too many hurdles one finds

Trust me I  can do  much better, know the job right

Everyday the   me  you see has me  to  fight.

 

How much  should I deter from my  weirdness

I need  you to love  me  despite my  madness

All  I can give you  is eternal space in  my soul

A sure gift for a  life given  for me whole.

 

But to me doing what gives new dimensions

To my thoughts and their revisions

Fulfills  in my life  my wish  to be a creator

Of thoughts  effective for  a world tired of all predator  .

Oreoshake

To the  pet  cat she  is an  angel ,at  times

Nothing  but a real itching bug  in  my t-shirt

When the  chocolates   are shared   she forgets

The division chapter she had done in school

Still i love her!

Sitting   across the   table

In lovely gardens ,we taste desserts

Really  her portion looks bigger

With  more chocolate chips  on top of it

Still  i  love  her!

Oreo  happens  to be  of her kind

Goodness  hidden in layers  tasty

Today she might  make a pretty    face

And  proclaim ” milk    shake   ready”

Yes! I  want  that!

Rich in flavour ,chocolate cream

Can you  see ? froth and  crumbs

With each sip my tongue feels  cold

But the   warmth  covers my heart

Oh!tasty Oreo shake!

Resisting the desire to finish off

She shares the spoon for a quick lick

This  little sister of mine is a gem.

Happy are we when a snack  is shared

To smile  and shake !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Handful of hope

We never cheer for anybody who missed it ,                                                                                                                                           just missed it.

The crowd jostles behind the winner, the winner                                                                                                                                just to touch him

What will the runners up do? just run more  to                                                                                                                                     win some day

What will the losers do? be heart broken and blame                                                                                                                                       their luck

Lonely turns the minute hand  as each moment drags                                                                                                                                   behind  in despair

Average is  not going to  look like best, better                                                                                                                                             make it fast for first.

They say for me ,triumph  advertises   destiny improbable  ,                                                                                                my battle   utterly  fruitless.

 

 

A  day will come ,a time for me, when the    gazes turn                                                                                                                                        to   find my face.

Waiting endless for that   dawn when   my   dream   walks  to                                                                                                                                         reality waking

Put  some  more effort,  real  struggle and a true wish to go for                                                                                                                                         sheer  heights.

A day to discover   the  real  me  standing  with my   trophy  awarded                                                                                                                              for a loving heart

A  turbulent mind yet  sawing  out hope,  just a handful of hope ,                                                                                                                               searching   greater  delight.

മേഘസന്ദേശം 

 

ഉയരങ്ങൾ താണ്ടുമ്പോൾ കിളി
തെന്നി നീങ്ങുമൊരു  മേഘത്തെ കണ്ടു .
പോകുവതെങ്ങോട്ടു നീ പാറി
അറിയുന്നുവോ , കാറ്റിലൊഴുകി , ഗതിമാറി
നിൻ നിറമാട്ടെ നിനക്കില്ലുറപ്പു
പകരുന്നു സൂര്യൻ നിറഭേദമെല്ലാം
ഞാനെന്നുമീ  പനംതത്ത  പച്ചക്കിളി
മാറുന്നു നീയിനി കരിമേഘമായി, ഇടിമുഴക്കി .
art by Shreya Susan Zacharia
നീ ചിലപ്പോൾ ഒരു നനുത്ത തൂവൽ  പോലെ
വാനമാം  വയലേലകളിൽ മെയുമാടുപോലെ
മേഘസ്തംഭത്തിലൊളിച്ചിരിക്കും നഭസ്സിലുള്ളതൊക്കെ
ഭൂമിക്കു മുകളിലൊരു കുടയായി ,മഴയുടെ വഴിയായി .
ഞാനീ  ജീവിതം പാറി തിമിർക്കുന്നു
നീ കുളിർമഴയായി  പെയ്തു മണ്ണിലലിയുന്നു
നന്മ ചെയ്യുവാൻ സ്വയം ഉലഞ്ഞലിഞ്ഞ   നിന്നെ  ആരറിയുന്നു
തീ പാറും മിന്നലിലുരുകി വീണ നിന്നെ ആരോർക്കുന്നു
തത്തക്കിളി  നീ മറന്നുവോ ? കാണുമിവിടെൻ
ഓർമ്മയായ്  ഒരു പുൽമേടും ആമ്പൽകുളവും
പൂത്തുനിൽക്കുമീ  തണൽ മരങ്ങളും
മാനത്തു മായാതെ പുഞ്ചിരിക്കുന്നൊരു മാരിവില്ലും .

Finding Happiness 

Finding ones happiness is only by doing the things you like, that is real happiness. I write poems and stories and feel satisfied happy.

How do plants find happiness?

When the rain drops tickle their leaves and touch their hard outer tissues and soak their roots that are buried only to spread life on earth plants feel happy.
They bloom and dance with the breeze
say sweet tales to the butterflies
laugh aloud with every wind that caress their buds
they sing softly with birds
glow in the sunshine.

Only we humans, our actions make them sad. We choked them, stole their water.
We threw them out of their lands and killed their friends.
We can be happy only when plants are happy.

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How do animals find happiness?

Many animals do mostly live in groups which make them strong and confident. They share ,care, love and fight each other. Animals rescue their friends who fall in trouble, care for young ones who may not be their own.

Animals have their own laws to keep themselves and their habitat safe. These laws are unwritten but strictly honoured by the animal kingdom. This is a trait that we humans lost may be in the process of evolution.

Our urban culture leaves us with less time and concern for animals.Only animals want to share anything other than Facebook posts-ways to be happy with love and care.

“Strength of the pack is the wolf.

Strength of the wolf is the pack”-Jungle book

 photo by Mrs.Jessy Jacob  (Tanzania)
How   do humans find happiness?
We humans are strange. We  become happy at different  times by different reasons. All simple ways of finding happiness begins with love. Sharing caring, helping, even sacrificing one’s everything , fills you with joy.
       No other creature will find happiness in whining out jealousy through harm on members of its own kind. Do any other creatures enjoy hating  each other ? Their conflicts are only for having the resources they need to survive.
    We are slaves of our ego.That makes us intolerant. That closes all doors of happiness.
  Smile and the world smiles back  to you!
drawing by Shreya  Susan Zacharia

STORAGE WORRIES

Storage Worries

Written on the dry leaves are
Stories many, epics, mere
Love songs, prayers holy, 
Secret chants, riddles of the skies.

Written with a needle sharp
Striking no pain on the leaves
But the author’s heart bleeds
Will these be food for termites?

Or will research and medical studies
Go on my pamphlets well read
Will they crumble under history heavy
And the poems i wrote float in drains.

What I am…

WHAT I AM…

Why do you stare at me?
What makes you think I am odd?
My words are what I speak from my heart.
Why should I follow your rules to think?
My words make my world a free world
Where thoughts grow like green grass
And fly high like birds never ever caged.

My face washed with winds eyes filled with stars
I fear not what others think.
I care not how others feel.
I walk straight following my dreams
To get them , just a foot fall away.

2

Fragrance of roses

Unstoppable my tears flow

My grief rains what can gauge it?

When my sobs sink my heart

Nesting in my wails is not hope.

When soaked, my cheeks may smell

Of the depressing thoughts overpowering my mind.

The fingers that wipe my tears

And soothe my withering heart

Alone would sense my cheeks turn pink

Emanating fragrance of roses.

 

 

Shining Path

You are turning a new leaf everyday

Searching a new meaning for every word

Telling a fresh tale to hide every failure.

Finding success is trouble unleashed.

Woes await you at every turn

Until you decide to proceed.

 

 

You will never be a star with

Your bright light visible far, as

Stars have to burn deep in space.

Only a ray among dark clouds!

 

Erring ways of thoughtless mind

Returns empty stranded in unknown.

Several  questions swarm the air

Rush under  the web of thoughts.

 

Into   the       folder of   mistakes your name added

Rectify the reason that pushed you in there.

 

Finding a way guided by confidence

Paved in courage strong, solid.

The efforts shine out there golden

Ecstatic in the luminous paths ahead.

Desert ‘s dreams

Radio repeatedly kept broadcasting the  date of   the great event. The race!

The camel race of Dissayah.

Young and old are equally excited about the event. The race had always driven  their spirits to the peak. The  roads to Dissayah would    throng  with   people ,camels ,vehicles ,drummers  and more.

The whole desert was  filled with colourful tents pitched  close   to one another. Wherever the tents  did not rise the sand shimmered in golden. The dust flew in all directions carrying with it the scent of camel dung. Camel owners of different  nationalities had arrived well in advance for the event and has set up training facilities for their teams. The aroma of garlic  hinted cooking meat was in progress ,with music to keep the fire burning as the        winter crescent shone among  twinkling stars, while the international media now  shared desert tales of Dissayah.The camel race – the big festival of rich masters.

Safar taking the radio  in one hand and   a  baked flat bread in the other went and sat near Rayla.

The huge citadel    enclosed the residential space , gardens ,office  rooms,prayer halls ,  a small park and  rooms for helpers, vehicles in sheds , birds in cages and goldfish  in aquarium.

Safar   fed  Rayla the khubz , stroked   her chin and lay  beside her  with  his head  propped up against her hump.   “When are we going  to the   training camp? “ asked Rayla.

Ecstatic  with the thought  of great food  Rayla sprang up leaving Safar fallen  flat on the floor.

“Every thing depends on husoor’s orders.” said Safar. Rayla frowned in  disappointment   and began to kick hard on the ground  grunting loudly.

“Quiet !Rayla quiet! “Whispered Safar.

“Do you want Nijad to come with the whip?”

Rayla lay down ,her long neck slowly gulping  down her sadness resulting  from a dream that continued to remain a dream.

A couple of hours  later Nijad appeared  and croaked from a stone’s throw away.

“Safar ! you  rascal ! you had stolen the   maid’s  bread and given it to this ass  on long legs.! ”  He slapped Safar hard  on his face ,hurling  him down  right into the dusty ground. As Safar was wiping the  dust off his face  Nijad croaked again.

“Clean this place fast ! Reins and all racing gear on this wild beast. Engineer will be here  any moment. From the few steps he  had paced Nijad paused , turned and croaked very loudly “with husoor”!

As fast as  he could , Safar tidied the   surroundings and put reigns, decorations  and red  cloth   with blue motifs on Rayla.

“Why   am I getting ready? “ Rayla was  getting excited.

Safar tried to hold his giggle from  exploding into a loud laughter. “The husoor is getting you  married off  .“ he replied.

“Exemplary race camel must that Engineer be!”  Rayla began seeing her groom arrive  , just like a mirage .

“Kind man  our husoor is.!

So this is the reason why I was brought  to this palace from that  tiny pen in the desert.

Husoor thinks I need  to be rewarded for my fantastic  performance in the last race”

From  a beaming state of excitement , weather turned harsh in Rayla’s dreamland when a man in   a fine European attire accompanied husoor and Nijad towards  her.  Soon a colourful umbrella rose with table and chairs beneath. Servants rushed in with snacks and drinks.

Nijad pulled an unwilling Rayla forward . She grunted and lay down. Whoosh! The whip came down fast.

“Mr.Ravi   Kumar, my camel had finished as the runner up last season. That stupid boy is worthless. More he is eight now.”

The sheikh spoke fast .

“Respect upon you  great master! my robot will help  you to make your lovely humpy princess become the  winner this time.

To assure your noble heart , let me tell you  more about my  robots . Horse and camel jockeys and elephant mahouts are my robots ! many!”

The Arab’s  jaw dropped . “Elephant?  Where  ? ”  He panicked.

“Honorable sheik it is for the land from where I come. Very huge elephants line up  obediently under my robots ‘ commands.  The robots  parade  the  Indian tuskers for the temple festivals.”

The sheikh was impressed.

Mr.RaviKumar  received a fortune for selling him “Thuj” the robot camel jockey.

Desert from  town . Rayla was grunting  in numerous tones of disapproval. The tiring training schedule with froth filling the  mouth ,sun glaring  in the eyes , dust filling the lungs, Nijad croaking into ears with  a big trumpet.

“Nobody thinks of giving me even the   tiniest cactus leaf. Why should  the ship of the desert need food ? Only yuck tasting cubes to make me run fast”

” Ill motived Nijad now wants that toy to sit on me and beat me. We are the team – me and Safar. Only Safar will  sit on me ,and that makes me want to fly. Fly carefree to freedom eternal.”

“First the desert will finish that creature by burning his head , then me  and you will run away to a distant   oasis. And no one will trouble us  ever.”  Rayla  could not stop herself from kicking the ground.

“Hello friends can  I join your discussion?”

Rayala and Safar  turned in disbelief . Thuj was talking to  them . Was he  smiling  ?

” Fear not ! I am  a friendly robot who is a follower of  holy  master Asimov.   I wear  his laws in my real time  instructions to operate  upon each task.  Share  your problem   data with  me. I will  find  solutions from the knowledge hub. We  try to hep others . To hurt others is against master Asimov’s  laws.

Rayla   and Safar  looked at each  other  unwilling to accept the tale.

Waiting for their  eye sights to fall on him the boy machine continued to beep.

“So you think you can help us escape this desert ” asked Safar .

“Call me   Pappu. I am not Thuj .I am Pappu who was returned by the customer   ”

Awe set Safar’s mouth wide open . “Pappu  adheres to Asimov master’s laws strictly.

Set to train an elephant I had started my career in a   cool green land.  A river tossed water on us when I rode on him ,passing through the woods. That was the royal  life with Parameswaran . Gone are those wonderful days!”.

Rayla grunted as she  swallowed some  corn .

“One would be too tired after travelling   a  long distance  to reach the temple festival and then the drunkard mahout wanted us to urgently move into a ground filled tightly with noisy crowd.

Tired and hungry  and with aching feet, Paramu   refused to move .The drums and fire works made him yell out a loud trumpet .

The old limping  mahout ordered me to control Paramu by poking a sharp  iron rod on  his  ear.

No ! I would never do it.

Take a look at this display  here”.  A screen in  front of Pappu ‘s chest was now  showing  the caparisoned elephant ready for the temple festival.

“Evey one  thought hat I was damaged and sent me  back here   for repair . The wicked Ravi Kumar thought that I was working again and sold me to the Sheik”.  All  of a sudden Safar shouted, jumping up.

“Wow !  It is there. my wooden toy.! my doll, the rocking tortoise then, then…. under buppuji’s things… only a red sun thing.  He came from a land far away and went back. ”

Safar was trying to remember.

Sky was blue and blank. No clouds arrived  to sow hope of a cool tomorrow.

They tried to bring back    Safar’s     memories about his dad back. He  muttered “ma..” devoid   of any hope in his eyes.

Divided on his face were expressions of sadness and fear.Robotic arms though not         soft ,stroked his bony frame.

“We will  go tomorrow   . I have  the  route  map to   the Indian embassy saved in my memory.”

***

Rayla    dedicated her tireless tongue to    command over a small group  of wild camels who admired her as a queen who would run fast in the face of danger.

Pappu   remained   forever true to Asimov’s laws under a sand dune which might be blown away one day.

The class  stood up to sing “Janaganamana”  after which Safar ran to have samosas hot and yummy.

Websites that helped me to write this  story

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robot_jockey

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Laws_f_Robotics

htps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temple_festivals_of_Kerala

 

Thanks a lot to my teacher for telling about writer Isaac Asimov.