Poem in Vain

 

All the while me and my wife Jane

Had dream’t of flying to far off Spain
tickets we did not obtain in any plane

She asked how the dream would sustain
I told her we could always get a train
that passed through the terrain of Spain

We had barely got into a  crowded train
when it started to mighty heavily rain
having the crowd seeming so insane
only one person Jane,  she looked sane.

When I started looking at her again
she seemed to be in some sort of pain
efforts to reach to her were all in vain
when, of a sudden, our train hit a crane
that somehow got stuck in wet terrain.

We seemed to lose contents of our brain
comforting, as in, no gain without pain,
could you tell, amid tears, are we in Spain?
the strain was much, though, to ascertain
we looked like people hit with dirt cocaine
though in our plan was, old Champagne…

P.S
This poem came to me with the recent rains in Bahrain.

 

Story of a Ruin

On the banks of a winding river
covered by old shade giving trees

Hindu temple, Ubud, Bali
Pura Temple, Bali

stood an old temple now a ruin
one day was I mighty surprised
to see myself walking towards it?

The glaze from the noon fiery sun
as it struck many majestic pillars
at first blinded me; I could now see
a deity of a goddess unattended.

Offering my salutations to her
I looked around to spot anyone
who would come this desolate way
but alas, no one seemed to exist
except me, in these lost quarters.

I walked down the once trodden steps
when having heard a sharp noise
I turned around to see, to my wonder
the old sanctorum door now shut
who had shut that door, I wondered.

I went around to the farther side where
trees grew abound next to a cool pond
with water flowers growing amid aplenty
my eyes spied in the shade of trees
a monkey and a squirrel eyeing in awe.

The cool breeze and the fruits in bounty
took me to a dream of bygone days
I dreamt of that very place back in time
how festivities rocked the still ground
where people flocked and lost in joy.

The temple fair with all its pristine glory
had attracted one and all, near and afar
a visitor like me now in different attire
it was then I spied upon a beautiful girl
who stood in the precincts of the temple.

Was she beautiful, or was she radiant
there was something about her charm
eyeing all who seemed to be lost in fun
wondering who she was bright as the sun
my mind at sea, churning with thoughts.

I climbed the well laid lovely temple steps
a flood of devotees praying to the goddess
somehow the glow on the face of the deity
could very relate to that on the young girl
one in divine and another in human form.

Making casual inquiries it was made known
she was the very child of the temple priest
a staunch devotee who cared for nothing
engrossed in the ardent service of his folk
worship of a mother who was his child.

I circled with the crowd, and at every turn
her radiant smile, of the ever mighty holy
my doubts cleared with the compassion
she bestowed one us with her look of love
a mother truly pleased at her children.

At a loss, to keep the discovery to myself
do I make it known, not had I, the courage
should I approach her the wonder she was
would she listen to me as others of her age
or be wise as a woman of a countless age.

One day, she was playing prank with kids
getting close, away from the little ones
when she sensed my faithful approach,
the graceful, the all knowing smile asking
how was I attracted to her, all these days.

Garnering courage, I went near divine her
while the kids were not at close quarters
asking her, was it true, what I had sensed
she being the divine in human form said
keep it to you, which I did all this time.

Days were spent meeting and asking
had she powers that she could exercise
could she keep the village blessed
she would wait for them to pass a test
would then, she decide to be a part of it.

A few months passed by, days of joy to me,
but one day, the priest’s daughter fell sick
the ailments added to her father’s plight
one said of a physician at the king’s court
might help her to tide over her such illness.

A journey to the palace place was too far
calling the physician might invite wrath
a young lad, i was to carry the message
private it was, to the medic to respond to
a person who still glowed, despite her pain.

I went to the king’s court and with difficulty
manage to get his consent, for the call
but he asked for a big fee, which I doubted
any one, of the village could well afford
but they could have grouped and helped.

With sad tidings, I brought the message
no one cared or willed to help the priest
who rendered selfless service for them
helped bring them blessings from Her
just as She had blessed him with Her.

Chiefs and the landlords refused to help
in kind or in money, left him disconsolate
the priest died,  heart broke, just as he was
was this test you told of, she faintly smiled
she was to pass away, with me by her side.

Rain clouds hovered to the delight of all
but my wet plight only, no one could gauge
I lost her that very night, her hands in mine
radiant as ever, her loving eyes upon me
was it in torrents, it poured from the sky?

The river, beside the village, rose in anger
submerged banks with all its people
the waves climbed the forsaken temple
did they also wash away our lost selves
I must be delighted to part with my body.

It all came back to me, I was driven here
a place where once, I loved a  girl of  glory
a divine Odyssey it was,  that got me here
I now, left to reminisce the story of a ruin
a pleasure if She would come again for me.

 

The Lovely Clown

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Pic Courtesy: Etsy.com

A famous actor once came to party in town
a crowd went to him that included a clown
who appeared quite shabby in a long gown
which was torn and colored dusty brown
shaking hands, the actor was seen to frown
at a sad painted face decked with a crown
all of a sudden who pushed the actor down
who fell  into the deep pool about to drown
hands that pulled him up were of the clown

The tea maker

Serving tales in restaurants.

Perceptions

Seated on a wooden frame
at a table with a marble top
you would order cups of tea
every day and spend it here.

Behind the scene, I would wait
for your every order of tea
and wonder what makes you
addictive to it as I was to you.

One day, I made a special one
for you and served it myself
the glance at me after a gulp
was enough to serve you for life…

stea Pic courtesy: Shutterstock

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The Great Teacher

 

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I longed to understand the person they called God
poring over religious texts, I could not understand
somehow, the great personality He was made of
I had questions that one had no clear answers to.

I joined a group who said they will bring verily, Him
close to me, just as I had become very close to them
but then I knew, they were a group like many others
caring only for more members getting added to them.

I went to places of worship with people chanting
who appeared holy, just as He appeared to us all
as we left those sacred places, was I surprised
to see them engrossed in petty chatter and  rant?

I went to those mountains searching for dear Him
on the way, a huge tree fell and barely missed me
In my weary wanderings,  as I got up from sleep
a snake meandered away, how close was I to death.

Then as I continue to trod on, in desolate jungles
thirsting for water and dreading many a beast
whose fearful voices were too close for comfort
was I pleased, to see a pool that appeared as feast?

It was one night when due to lack of moonlight
I stepped on a stone and fell, I not knew where
as I sensed up, I saw a stranger attending to me
Why he cared for me, when God still eluded me?

Why was it, the Great teacher that He was
fail to appear, putting a halt to my journey?
Holding a peaceful  smile on his lips, He asked
Son, why do you think, He evades you, a seeker?

Just as you care for the kids and pets at home
He keeps a roving eye upon you, all the time.
A tree pauses before it falls, a snake beguiled
a helping hand such as me, send to tend you.

Do not ever think, He  does not see or think of you
He may not always comfort or deliver what you ask
but if it is Him that you ask for and long to be with
He will put a halt one day  to help you attain bliss…

 

The Hunt

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Pic Courtesy: BBC/AFP

The waning moon knew all about me
as I would step out for that elusive kill
I never knew who it would be, on any day
ever watchful and keeping aloof from the one on two legs
until one day I was forced to kill one in self defense.

From that day, I knew, I would surely become the hunted one
labelled as a man eater even though I had never got involved
always prided  myself having lived my life with good principles
following the jungle law that only, we creatures understood.

I never was in awe of the man who would transgres our lives
by the power of his gun, which one day did find its mark on me
wounded and dying, as I lay sprawled, I knew they would make merry
but I didn’t care for what happened to my carcass, what use they put it to
for I had lived my life as a royal tiger in the mangroves till they found me,
a cat, killing only for food unlike them who did it out of fear or leisure…

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The great Indian rope act – Illusion and Elections

The gentle breeze has now changed into a windy storm. With a few weeks to go for the elections scheduled to be held on various dates in different states of the Indian Union, elected leaders and prospective members of parliament(MP’s) were busy campaigning these days door to door. It was like preparing for exams at the last hour knowing well that they had dwindled away their time in the last 5 years. Some were not to be seen in the local constituency personally and the electoral was left to see them in newspapers or the television. When one of the sitting MP’s  made a visit to his constituency, he was left gasping for water in the sweltering heat and while making a request for it at a house, the occupants reminded him of his promise of piped water in the last elections. “Why  is your fan not working?”, he wondered loudly. “Sir, the electricity connections have not made their way from Delhi yet. We know it is a long way from there”, was the muted reply.

When again asked when they would get water at their constituency, he replied, it was just a matter of a couple of months. You would get it once I am re-elected or when the monsoon starts, which ever was earlier. Ironically his election symbol was a bucket. The only thing, it was an empty one. While making a hurried exit, as the outdoor  was cooler than the inside, they again asked of the electricity. ” Why, it would be definitely cooler, once the monsoon starts in June. Anyway, I will check how far it has progressed once i am back in my seat in parliament. Do not therefore forget to vote for me in this election too”. He replied as he jumped into the cooler comfort of his car. “Definitely Sir! We will cast the vote in the monsoon waters and pray to God instead”. The last parting remark by the voter fell on deaf ears as the MP’s car had sound proof windows, just like his ears…