Friday, August 22, 2014

The Flying Flower, Butterfly!

Here I have written about butterfly in third person, not in first person as "I dreamed I was a butterfly!"

God likes all lives, but
He much favours some; so does
He to butterflies.

Blessed are with boons,
 God’s beloved flying bloom.
Ha, What blend of hues!

Butterflies clever
Lay eggs under leaves lovely.
Leaves care eggs dearly.

Larvae from eggs rove
Over leaf; proud with body-stripes.
They prey on host leaf.

Hide pupae in
Cocoons as hermits in
 Penance; shun they ordeal.

Stylishly come
Out, the butterflies pretty.
Win adulation.

Form  synonyms of
Charm, the flying flowers and
Garden flowers cute.

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.in/

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Gloom and Glory, a Pleasant Blend!

The English version of my Hindi verse.
 This poem I've written keeping the picture below in mind.


Gloom and Glory, a Pleasant Blend!


Let us witness a pleasant blend
Of gloom and glory in the game of life.
This game or sport is lovely highly ,
A sport of rout and triumph also.


Witness we a pleasant blend
of gloom and glory in the life-game.
This game or sport is lovely highly
a sport of rout and triumph,mixed.

 Blights glumness the bright of time,
while gives gleam of dazzling light,glee.
Things we meet with lustrous sides
and with shades of rust and dust. 

Dress nights in dark black garbs
But the Great Sun in shimmering joy.
See all chirping creatures in sky,
Exhibit excessive vim they there.

See the sky so proud and high
The sea is mighty but on ground.
Heat and cold we experience in
Food and weather we get along.

Troubles and turmoils dissolve in success.
So,worry we needn’t, hitches have keys.
Let us unload the mass of our minds’
and free it into the outside world.   

Rejoice at our achievements gained
For our life is a path, petite and short.
Evade all that nibbles our quiet
Let us have peace in body and mind.

For http://magpietales.blogspot.in/2014/08/mag-233.html

Saturday, August 16, 2014

दुख-सुख का एक सुन्दर मेल!

I am not much comfortable with Hindi as my lexicon is limited. I have the awareness of the grammar part a little bit. But I have a kinship with our National Language and so I had penned it long before. But I saw it a few days back only in the collection of my scrawls. Anyway I am posting it here and I don’t know how worth it is.

आओ साथियों देखेंगे हम

दुख-सुख का एक ज़िन्दगी खेल l

होता रहता इसी खेल में

दुख-सुख का एक सुन्दर मेल l


दुख में लगता अंधकार सबको

सुख में बरसती रोशनी सारी l

चीज़ें हैं तो होती उनमें

बुराई के साथ अच्छाई भी l


रजनी पड़ती रोशनी मिठाके

सूरज निकलते संतोष लेकर l

सुबह होते ही उड़ती चिड़ियाँ

देखो कितने जोश हैं उनमें l


गर्मी बाद आएगी सर्दी

नदी नीचे तो नभ है ऊपर l

चिन्तित न हो , न हो क्योंकि

 हल है दुष्कर कार्यों का भी l


हल्का होता मन हमारा

 चिन्ताओं का भार दूर करके l

होना क्यों उदास बेकार में

 लानी हैं हमें खुशी हमेशा l


Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Devout Reside in Temple (Bhajan)!


I had mentioned that I would be posting the English version of my last Malayalam-story and goes it thus....Couldn't do it without delay as promised. Somehow I managed to present it in the blog now. 


The lass named Cloud was meandering and dawdling her time in the sky. The master of the celestial home set off for his usual evening walk to the west, after instructing his maid cloud to serve his better half, the Earth with water. The Earth and her offspring were getting cooked in the hot summer weather. The lassie heeded attention nil to hear Him as if she knew he wouldn't return soon. She moved hither-thither cheerfully with rumbas in lips.
Vasanta teacher was reading news paper in her sitting. Without withstanding the heat, she went out to the open to get her sweat evaporated. The gentle wind fanned her with his hand-fan. ‘Ding-ding, ding-ding’ her phone started crying as if it was expecting some pampering from her.

“Hello! Miss, I am, Sharath here,  …..”
Abruptly something intervened and  the phone disconnected the conversation.
 “ Um..Which….  Sharath…? I know a few Sharaths,”  Vasanta was sinking in thoughts.
“Of course one Sharath clings to a soft corner of my mind. Might be he this,” Her thoughts were alighting at the shore of memories.”

Vasanta teacher once was moving to the class 9th.A boy who stood at the entrance of the class 8th,   turned away to hide his visage. Vasanta stopped her gait for a while and asked, “What is your name, why are you standing here?”
“ I am Sharat, Miss, I didn't bring my homework book. So the class-miss has sent me out,” he bit his lips to stop tears.
“Shame to stand like this. Be punctual in works,” Though Vasanta was not taking class in 8th, the true teacher in her leaped out to softly advise him.
“Yes, miss.”
This exercise had its presence frequently and every time Sharat rendered some rationales like no text book, incomplete work, late coming and so on. 

Vasantha enquired about him to Geeta, his class-miss.
“Sharat, ho! Such a boy, he never brings his book and doesn’t do any work, always late to the class and like that, like that,” Geeta’s words were full of ire and it irked her to correct him further. 
“Yes, true, many students are not serious, even if we try our best. We feel dejected and tired of our effort.”

Vasanta took leave of Geeta to resume her routine. But her mind was around that boy’s expressions. She detected traces of gloom, not glory from his body language. And also she noticed signs of deep thoughts, not teen-like chat or cheek.

“Good evening miss,” a voice full of joy and incredulity greeted her on a day in *Chottanikkara Temple.
She looked at the source, “Sharat! You, who came with you, alone?”
“No, Miss, my parents also are there.”

He introduced his parents to the teacher.
“I am Balan Nair,” Sharat’s father, “And that his mother.”

A woman, age in forth decade, was  shouting, shrieking, screaming and speaking something incoherent. She sometimes danced and sometimes jumped. After a while  she  lay down  near the shrine as if she had exhausted all her energy. 

“All sorts of treatment we tried, and then some people told me after observing ‘Bhajan’ insane people become sane  here. So we came for a seven days’ devout stay in this temple.”

 Father was unloading his sadness for a while. Vasanta lent him a patient listening.
“I am a sailor in Navy. Sometimes I have to be off-shore. Then my son, the dear, does everything including cooking, feeding his mother, cleaning the dwelling etc.  An old aunt of the next door quarters keeps vigil, when he goes to school.”

“Any reason for her insanity?” Vasanta couldn't help prying.
“She was a member in a monthly chit-fund. The owner was a cheat. Towards the closure he absconded. She had to lose a substantial which she had dreamt for our son’s education. She dreamt a doctor in our only son. He studied well also.”
“I made you stand long. In haste only. Sorry Miss.”
“O! Why sorry, no need.”

 Words pinched Vasanta’s heart somewhere and bled a little bit.She felt very sympathetic and melancholic on that little boy’s fate.
The teacher held the boy close and spelt some counsel mixed with motherly-affection. “Don’t worry Sharat, I shall also pray for you, study well and fulfill your mother’s wishes. Try to be a doctor.  Everything will be alright.”

‘Ding-ding, ding-dong.’ Phone.
Vasanta embarked into the real situation.

“Which Sharat are you?”
“Miss, standing in front of 8th C, Chottanikkara temple…"
 “O! Yes, I know, where are you now and what are you?”
“Miss, My mother’s dream, doctor, I am a psychiatrist now.Ms, you had helped me a lot. Filled confidence sufficient in me.”

“How is your mother, got well?”
“Yes,miss, she is  happy, very happy now in the other world .No food at all she was taking. Health gone and one day she bade adieu.”

“Come some day.”
“O! Sure,Miss.”

The dame, Cloud tilted her water pot and started pouring water for Earth. And yes, the  Earth welcomed the summer rain and drove away the heat.

  
*.   A well-known temple that is believed to be special for setting right the mental disorders.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Clear Sky

Night seascape with waves, island and full moon on a starry sky background Stock Vector - 16712875 


Clear bed in the sky,
Night spreads flower-print bed sheet.
Moon lies, sleeps snugly.

Moon wastes supper all
Around;  the maid,Morning clears.
Sun goes for breakfast.

Water very clear,
Fish gold speaks in silver's ear.
What secret they pass?

It sleets, so cool, the
Tot tiny longs for snugness.
Mother's arms give warmth.


Innocent smile on
 Tender lips so magnetic.
 Clears our pathos all.


Confess wrongs any
 if ,with clear mind you relax.
Comfy cozy sleep.

For  http://haikuhorizons.wordpress.com/category/haiku-horizons/