Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Ants!

For http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.in/2014_09_01_archive.html

I thought haiku were to be written. I had read the instructions earlier.So the deviation and sorry for that.Anyway I post them here.

For permission he
Waits not;  enter wherever
He wants, Ant the Great.

Pressure or sugar,
Care Ants never; eat so they
Meat, sweet and biscuits

On garnet beads of
Grapes or dangling fruits sweet and 
Ripe, lope Ants impish.

Falling in line March
Forward the Ants with steady
 Speed. Attack the foes. 



I had versified 'River' ,but couldn't link here. So I link it here. 

River!

Burns, rivers, seas and
Banks,a picturesque cuteness, 
God provides the Earth. 

 A pretty painting
Looks the Earth. God has drawn plants,
Rivers, hills and mounts.

Nature spreads her chains
Of White-gold on earth bed. She
Views beauty with joy.








                                         

Friday, September 19, 2014

Two Letters!

For http://writetribe.com/20-quotes-about-writing/
and http://writetribe.com/i-me-and-myself/
These two stories I link here with two prompts of Writetribe. These two letters bring about changes in lives. And 'I, Me and Myself ' prompt is also highlighted here.

‘If you want to change the world, pick up your pen and write’. ― Martin Luther

 Love from Soul!

Vidarbha’s princess Rukmini, King Bhishmaka’s daughter wanted to wed Sreekrishna, the doorsill of all appeals and abode of all goodness. Her brother Rukmi in odium about Krishna chose Shishupal for her.
She felt it a bolt from the blue.  Assimilate that she couldn’t. Rukmin’s heart ached. Sleep deserted her. Stomach turned away from food. Smile waned from lips. Uneasiness haunted her.
 “If I want to change the world around me, I should write to Krishna. I’ll initiate myself for that,” her mind whispered.
Her letter a trustworthy Brahmin took to Krishna. The Most Benevolent Lord rose to the occasion.

For http://writetribe.com/i-me-and-myself/
I,Me and Myself

To God!
My mind remains with*1 Amma and *2 Ammoomma. Both are in the sky.
 None wanted me in the house. Step-mother battered me horridly. *3 Achchan took her side.
 Every day I searched in the sky for them.
One day I wrote to God about my difficulties.  I went to post it myself.
Then the post-uncle came there for collecting letters.
He read my card.  He changed God’s address and sent it to court.
The court sent me to this foster-home. Now I am happy here. I have loving mothers and many friends to go to school. I read in third.

*1-Mother, 2-Grandmother, 3-Father.


Wednesday, September 17, 2014

HOT_SPRINGS !

             

The meandering man
Searches for water; hot-springs
Kind douses his thirst.

Flood ruins lives, jumps from
The kith and kin’s eyes hot springs.
 Hide in throats  laments.

 Stores Earth in her
Reservoir water.Turns tap.
  Springs hot water up.

Boils Earth water and
Serves her children; saves she them
From cold and fever.

 Serves Earth the sons
Of forest, she sends hot-springs.
The beings are gleeful.

sarala


 For http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.in/

Monday, September 15, 2014

Kudumbayogam(Family Meeting) !

Onam is Kerala’s festival. It is the provincial festival of this state. It is unique in itself that unlike the other carnivals, the reception of the defeated is ceremoniously celebrated here. It has its divine nomenclature ‘Tiruvonam’ in which the prefix ‘Tiru’ depicts sacrosanct. This year also this festival has majestically paid its visit in Kerala and after acknowledging the people’s thrust, receded to its den.

Festivities in toto carry in their wings the message of concord, contentment and amusement. Temple-trips, new apparels, sumptuous food-items etc. have their say in adding splendour to the fair.
Our family also travelled in the usual track of essential rituals and reached the finishing point. But we, the elaborate family of ours flock together to celebrate ‘Onam’ in a different way. What I want to highlight here is our ‘Kudumbayogam’- a union of all the sub-units of the family. This ‘Kudumbayogam’ has become a magic wand which binds all the branches of the family magnetizing the members in its spell.

It is in fact a family-summit comprising members of the core family from east and west, north and south and around the globe. This ‘Yoga’(union) is indeed the brainchild of some genuine personalities. They mused together for a family unit and poured the ideas into the mould of a ‘Kudumbayogam’.  The venue itself stands conspicuous in the sense that the root ‘Nalukettu’-(a quadrangular building with an open patio in the middle) was aptly chosen. Gratitude to the present owner who honours its century old legacy and maintains it in its own traditional fashion.

All the branches say the primary, secondary and tertiary with their own sub-branches present themselves in a laudable style. The congregation contains strength more than two hundred.  The assemblage is not a congregation for sheer recreation but has laid down certain objectives. It stands for the uplift of the needy, assistance for the hapless, nursing for the ailing, concern for the elders and the like in the family as well as outside.

The family graph exhibits not a straight line.The fiscal as well as official positions of some members fall near and some others far of the 'x' axis.But all enjoy the treatment tantamount.Some people own special flairs  in some fields like cultural,academic and literary.They do get encouraged and enthused here.

 This year also we had the family fair in that graceful ‘Nalukettu’. The joviality remained ceaseless as the members of the audience did play their rolls well. People made use of the platform to show what they are. The hullabaloo and yelling of both the seniors and juniors filled the precinct. The interaction among the members of the audience enlivened the atmosphere.

The diminutives failed never to take out their arrows of action from the quiver. They ran, they hopped, they jumped, they swung, they  skipped and they even entered in petty confrontations. From the tiny toddlers to old-old oldies were heroes in the scene. Homemakers turned to be musicians. Rhythm encroached over the legs of elders. They danced in the tune of folk song pop in that terrain. Taciturn people pulled out their tongues and rolled to oratory. Athletes and sports persons were born from the lay throng. And the games played there made the vicinity joyous and delightful. Expletives and interjections echoed everywhere. Some verve-packed youths with shimmering force were splashing in the adjoining atmosphere. They were exactly on the forefront of all the activities.
Once in a while such occasions are essential to take the weight of stress off our minds. Now a days people’s mind owns no shelf without tension. So this kind of togetherness sets a deviation from the routine. It is a diversion from the common route. On the whole a stream of enthusiasm and enchantment will entangle the audience spurting the sense of oneness in multiplicity.

Though I have thrown much light upon our Family-Unit, it can be experimented everywhere. And excuse me, those who walk already through this pavement.

Friday, September 12, 2014

The Ultimate Adieu !

Actually I had penned a write-up on ‘Onam Celebrations’ to post here, but one of my maternal aunts’ demise composed a few lines in my mind. So I posted them here. Though she was in a bed-ridden condition, her departure has left a vacuum in her residence as well as  its residents’ minds. Parting with no prospect of a meeting further, turns the atmosphere sad and grief-stricken. 


The final curtain, Adieu lowers

Absorbing glory and providing gloom.

Concludes one, one's rolls in play

And stages in show the scenes of life,

Which in the farewell final, end.

Leaves the venue, the actor soul

Letting the sets, the body, to be withered.

Ache the loved ones’ hearts much, 

When  bear  faces the pretense of calm.
  
Lessening gloom is a task so hard,

As the gaps and cracks

Go mended never.


  Adds the adieu pain in kin’s hearts

And mourning sound looms in throats.

The mask of smile keeps

Solace for bereaved

And it may lessen the gloom

For a while, but no, not for long.

The pain, that pierces

The hearts of beloveds,

Just as a knife in skilful hand

Wounds and cuts of sufferings, makes.

The bleeding that hearts get, is not set to clot

But allows the woes to ooze their serum.

                       
Brooks of tears flow

Out from eyeballs,

Transforming into rivulets and rivers

Finding the paths

To fathomless ocean,

An ocean full of sorrows and grief.

 The garb once wore the departed persons,

The bed that the deceased lay on everyday
,
The foot-wears, bags and vessels used by the parted

And the spots and parts, the gone ones  moved on

And all the belongings owned by the left ones

Cart very well their smell and sensation.

  
Showering of consolations show dearth nothing,

People’s gathering in crowds wide expands,

Psalms and hymns boom in air,

Rituals and customs remain on course,

Can the souls, departed

Experience this genus entire?

O! No, never- never, it can.

Who is there who has seen the soul

That to us, bade the adieu last!

 The rites are really to satiate the live souls

And let’s pray for the soul departed,

 To have its rest, the ‘Rest in Peace’.




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