The Castle in the Air!

 

The name Amita Raj, gifted her parents;

a youth, just twenty-three years old,

looking pretty, bearing a smile of gold,

she was in the morn of her life.

 

Her face was a cute bloom at the dawn,

with decent-done hair-do and modest jeans,

 to hate her, no way for others;

 her visage was painted in charming manners.

 

Her greatest dream was soaring in the air,

displaying her doctoring with faults rare.

She was content, had no gloom,

and of course her work was her plume.

 

Ready she was to follow any trend,

sensing love and mercy as an apt blend,

fixing a stethoscope around her neck,

moved she, as a kin among the sick.

 

Like a honeybee toiling around plants

Fluttering to earn dainty in plenty,

Amita kept helping for the ailing,

be off their ache by words so sweet.

 

Alas! one day, a man in rags, insane,

 sharp scissors into her neck, inserted;

 intense narcotics, very dense

had sucked entirely his common sense.

 

A doctor with a mind full of ideas

to cure sincerely, the destitute,

had built a Castle of good thoughts;

God! It was a palace in the air. 

Tom’s Granddaughter!

 Tom’s granddaughter was an obstinate seven-year-old, named Tessa. She was enjoying the sweet  smile of blooms afresh. She never touched any blossom, letting them to cling to the bosom of viewers.   At dawn itself she bemoaned for pastry, which her grandpa lovingly handed over. Delightfully licking the cake, she ran to the gate to perform her routine observation of people and vehicles passing by. The pedestrians, many have reduced their number on the road by moving their physique to four wheels.

 

Then she watched a mother with two daughters, walking on the pavement, the little one in her hand.  The elder kid, a wee bit back, was bewailing for her belly need. The mom and the kids cut a sorry figure, having a pale-looking skin with no muscle to fill in. They were in rags and their hairs looked matted. The infant was comfortably  sleeping on the shoulder of her mother.

 

Suddenly Tessa opened the gate and rushed to the lamenting baby. She stumbled down on the pavement, but managed to keep the cake edible. The beggar mother forgetting her dirty appearance helped Tessa up and Tessa handed over her cake to the elder daughter, some paint had vanished from her knee.

 

Grandpa hearing the gate’s sound, arrived at the incident, which he could not bear. By the time his legs carried him to the spot,  the matter was over. He thought his darling was being abducted. He pulled out from the quiver his weapon of shouting and questioning , “ How dare you touched my baby with dirty hands?  Hadn’t I have reached here, you would have taken our child to your lot.” The oldie’s age was not primed to suit the new age.

 

His rage expanded to a mountain and he rang to the police, who at once carried the beggar woman to the station. Tessa though moaning softly, tried to pacify her grandpa, but he turned a dead year to her.

 

Tessa narrated things to her mom, whose cuisine schedule kept her unnoticed about the incidents.

 

Tessa’s pop ran to the police and rescued the woman and promised them some substantial help. Tessa had followed the poem-words, taught in the class, “ Little act of kindness makes the Earth an Eden.”

 

 

 

 

 

The Inspiring Awe!

 

Beautiful are adjectives in the scripts,

the scripts revealing all that loom in your thoughts.

Cute, naughty, with inspiring awe, the nature

spawns brightness for the beholders'  right views.

 

 Exact attires apt, the describers for nouns,

providing them with charming looks at viewers' views,

hold well in their wombs uncountable riddles,

riddles, many with or without solutions.

 

 Smile fully or partially, the solutions,

ending up in modifiers of many kinds.

 How can you all account for brain-teasers?

Simple? Tough? Ridiculous? Oh! No, fittingly.

 

Adjectives that will rightly light upon

objects to tell you about their exact effects;

yes, our hearts revolve around them well

 provoking and promoting movements.

 

Had there been no adjectives and adverbs,

Dull and dry and arid will be people's minds.

 Add spices adjectives, to words, helping readers

 retain things in their aesthetic hearts to relish.

 

‘Hard’ work, not mere work, carving catchy pictures,

pictures of gains and attainments, marches forward.

In cute babes, lovely skies and splendid blooms

'cute,’ lovely' and 'splendid' hold the nouns abreast. 

 

Qualifiers  forgetting nouns and nouns

Flinging adjectives can win no hearts. 

Hunting great success and  hurting failures

surface from comparisons and relations.

 

No comparison, and no compulsion from 

 within, precipitating no spellbound result,

 stimulating no souls, pursue no goals;

Describers, thou art the drizzling elixir.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Son’s Birth!

 

 

Why was Vasundhara alone? No, she had a sincere domestic help home.  She picked a time van and journeyed in the time-line to reach thirty years back. Her husband Vasudev was in fact a lovable man, the couple met their needs with a scanty income. They in the desire of a boy, had parented three girls one after another.

Vasudev, a lower grade clerk in a government office, came back home as a cadaver on a scooter accident. Vasundhara’s mind attained utter darkness, because a question mark hung above her life as Damocles’ sword.

 Oh! She recognized the growth of the fourth baby in her womb. Despite the advice from her parents and in-laws, for abortion, she rejoiced at her baby’s soft face.

 Now looking at the three innocent babies between three years and seven, and her neonatal son, her conscience woke up to the post of a domestic help. She hadn’t revealed to others what her job was.

The Time turned its leaves of seasons, Vasundhara’s burden became weighty. The elder daughter got into a four-year Nursing degree course and her sisters followed it. Children’s education period was indeed a chaos for their mother, though bank-loans acted as wings. The daughters and son had really learned the barriers, their mother had to leap over, therefore, no negligence was marked from their side.

The girls are abroad now after the wedding. The son is now in a gazetted position in Mumbai. Each gain she considered as a tribute to her dear husband, who at the age of thirty six deserted her. She rowed in hardships, but successfully reached ashore.

Old age had sent her parents and in-laws to their final abode. Happy though, of late, her mind enters into unwanted apprehensions.  Her son never heeded to his Amma’s* request for finding a girl.  It remained as a headache for Vasundhara.

She was reading the newspaper sitting in the parlour of her dwelling, a news struck her mind- the supreme Court has squashed the writ petition filed by a group of gays for legal acceptance of gay-wedding.

Vasundhara shuddered at one word, she read it once more, her son’s name among the petitioners. She can in no way accept lesbians and gays, then how their nuptial union!

  

 

 

 

Routine!

 

At dawn in my bed I am alert,

Speedily leap to the floor, my feet.

In the washbasin for tooth-bathing

Briskly, I walk to the brush holder.

The tap smiles when I fight with lather,

Washes it in haste, well the water.

The teeth are ready for a sweet smile,

Though my dawn duty allows them not.

The kitchen wails hard if I am late,

I am in prayer; I ask him to wait.

Seeing my legs near, he rejoices,

The gas stove receives me readily. 

I reach her with a potent lighter. 

Lovingly, Lighter hugs and strokes her.

Solacing the ones there, when in cold,

The diet she cooks and keeps on hold. 

The food-smell invites inmates;

Lavishly, I serve sumptuous food.

Expressing no sign to me, for thanks,

Eaters save in their hearts much delight.

The workplace well, awaits the employees

To resume yesterday-planned-works.  

My mind flies to the office far off,

 carries the physique not fat, fast.

Events are recurrent every day,  

Seldom leisure for the poor kitchen.

Holidays ah! Are rare to be done, 

All these things have become my routine.

The Rice-Tusker!

Rice-Tusker 

(A Tusker treads through the villages in search of rice and other cereals. Rice is the food of his choice and hence now his name is Rice-Tusker. He strides here and there and breaks open Ration shops. He grubs rice full of his stomach and merrily returns jungle. If at any night he cannot locate a ration shop, he breaks open houses and eats their stock.)

Runs he gaily, twists, turns and takes rounds,

wanders and enters all ration shops,

he trots for his food, with no sweats;

sure a royal look, the elephant owns.

Roams among bushes, swims in streams,

breaks foliage that softly flutters,

finds mirth with birds; in hilarity but

he has nothing for his waist's succour.

 

People in and around the forest,

fight tightly in rage, as the beast,

the huge majestic elephant,

any place, any time, may visit.

 

Now, the dutiful Rice-tusker, the

 food inspector checks the stock,

May be he may see the logbook 

for finding any faults in one look.

People made attempts aplenty 

 of brilliant kinds to win him gently.

Tears away, his duty-mind and might 

 all sorts of tricky nets made by man. 

Trained she-elephants with skills,

 play Yoga-Coaches with magic spells,

failed in adding this master to their lots,

clever is he, not other mammals.

 

His hobby of grabbing rice from homes

steals from every man's eye the slumber.

Captured, he should be with no wounds,

the answer may be sedating gunshots.

അമിതമാം ആസക്തികൾ!

 

 

പ്രതീക്ഷകൾ തിറമാകാൻ ആശയാംക്ഷീരം നുകർന്നു,

കാത്തിരിപ്പൂ പരിണാമം അറിഞ്ഞീടാൻ ഞാൻ.

ഉണ്ടനേകമായെനിക്കായ്‌  ചിന്തകൾ ചിത്തത്തിനുള്ളിൽ

പണ്ടുതൊട്ടുജോലിഭാരം, പിണിയാൾ വേണം.

 

 'ഗൈനോയിഡു'* ഗൃഹത്തിലെ ലക്ഷ്മിയായി  വന്നുചേർന്നാൽ 

എന്തുസുഖം എത്രനേരം വിശ്രമം ചെയ്യാൻ.

'അലക്സ'പോലെ 'സിറി'പോലെ സദാ അവൾ  തയ്യാറാകും,

കല്പനകൾ വരവേറ്റു നിറവേറ്റുവാൻ.

 

കൃത്രിമങ്ങൾ കാട്ടീടില്ല, കുബുദ്ധിക്കിടവുമില്ല,

കൃത്രിമബുദ്ധിതൻ മേന്മ  അവർണ്ണനീയം.

കർത്തവ്യങ്ങൾ ഒന്നൊന്നായി ചെയ്തുതീർക്കും മെനയായി

കാര്യക്രമം ചെയ്തുവയ്ക്കും* കാര്യം ചെയ്യേണ്ടൂ.

 

ആമാശയ,യാശങ്കകൾ, സമാശ്വസിപ്പിക്കുവാനായ് 

അമാന്തംകൂടാതെയവൾ സ്വകർമ്മം തീർക്കും.

മേശയ്ക്കുള്ള മേലുടുപ്പ് വൈമനസ്യംവിനാ 'റോബോട്ട് '

ആശപോലേ ശുദ്ധമാക്കി താലം നിരത്തും.

 

സാധനങ്ങൾ വാങ്ങീടാനും വാഹനമോടിക്കുവാനും 

ആധാരമായിഭവിക്കും  ശ്രദ്ധാസമേതം.

നർമ്മമായ് സല്ലാപംവേണോ വൃഥാവിൽ ഭാഷണംവേണോ

നിർദ്ദോഷമായ് കൂടെനിൽക്കും സംശയം വേണ്ടാ.

 

പദ്ധതിയായ് ചെയ്തുവച്ച സംഗതികൾ മാത്രം ചെയ്യും

യുക്തമായ തീർപ്പുണ്ടാക്കാൻ സാധിയാ ചിരം.

യന്ത്രം നിത്യം പ്രവർത്തിക്കും ബട്ടൺ ഞെക്കി കൊടുത്തീടിൽ

തന്ത്രമതിൽ മെനഞ്ഞീടാൻ മാനുഷൻ  വേണം.

 

യന്ത്രത്തിലായ് സ്വതന്ത്രത  കെട്ടിയിട്ടാൽ കിട്ടും ക്ലേശം,

ബന്ധനത്തിൽപ്പെട്ടുപോകും മോചനം ദൂരെ.

ഒന്നിനോടും വയ്ക്കവേണ്ടാ അമിതമാം ആസക്തികൾ,

മന്നിൽ വാഴുവോർക്കു നല്ലൂ സ്വന്തം പ്രയത്നം.

 

സ്നേഹംവേണോ കിട്ടുകില്ല നിർമ്മലനിനവുവേണോ 

സ്നിഗ്ധമാംഗ*യനുഭൂതി  പൂജ്യാങ്കത്തിലും.

മുഗ്ദ്ധപദ ഭാഷണത്തിൻ  ശ്രവണസുഖവുമില്ല,

മുക്തമാകാം ആഡംബരഭോഗത്തിൽ നിന്ന്.

 

ഗൈനോയ്ഡ് *- യന്ത്രസ്ത്രീ (Gynoid-Robot)

 ആംഗം*- മനോഹര ശരീരം