The Eerie House

Now did someone play the piano?
not sure how long and who it was
I could hear it every time at dusk
just as the sun silently did vanish.

Who could it be, as I enter the room
someone playing it has stopped now
I can not see anyone and a thing
but a chair facing the silent piano.

I climb up the stairs rickety with age
holding the carved wood to keep both
Mental balance as I step on the edge
I hear someone singing an old lullaby.

Who could it be, as I enter the room
one who sang it has now stopped
I can not see anyone and a thing
but a cradle facing a worn out bed.

I rush down the stairs in fright
I can hear the cradle rocking now
I rush across and out of the house
Eerie house started the piano again.

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The lively professor

A professor when he was on the verge of retirement dream’t of coaching eager students in his now soon to be retired life, so he thought, as he drove back from college on one of his last days.

He called up one of his old students who now worked in the press to put up a classified in the morning newspaper that would advertise his skills in accountancy as a tutor.

A few days back, 3 girls, all of them pals, came to his house for coaching as exams were just a few months away but they saw a padlock greeting them on his door. They went away sadly as they could not meet the tutor who dream’t of teaching even in his retired life.

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After a week they came again to inquire and this time they found him waiting and ready to teach. Not wasting much time, he taught the nuances about all he knew about the subject in those few months.

The girls loved him for his knowledge and more than that, the way he imparted it to them, making it look so easy. If only, they thought, all of the professors they met were like him.

On the day of the results, our girls were mighty thrilled and why wouldn’t they as the results outdid their expectations and they hurried to their old mentor to convey the great news but sadly the padlock greeted them this time too and they lingered on for him to arrive, for quite some time.

But arrive, he never did that day, and as it was late, the trio went back sadly each to their own homes. The next dawn they went back again to see the house still locked as they found it the earlier day. This time they inquired about his whereabouts with his not so near neighbors, only to know that he had passed a few months away…

Some good souls linger on to complete an unfulfilled wish…

A lake and the Sea

The far end of Vembanad LakeCruising pictures from the LakeCouple of hours in the morning boatIt was cold when we started at 8 amThe boat makes its way out into the lakeThe Sun setting at Marari beach, Mararikulam, close to AlleppeyThe day winding up at this sideThe surf making beachTalking while wetting your feetIs the sea or the beach largerThe SunSandSeaMan’s imprints are temporary. Nature’s is permanentThe might of the silent sea. If only we can learn from it.The metallic colors of the shining Sea.It was a 2 day trip from our travel base at Kumarakom.

The poor Grocer

A shop keeper was getting old

He used to be a lot charitable

But offlate he was needing it

Now that new ones sprouted

Not many frequented his shop

He did not sell modern goods

His grocery was way too limited

What he had been selling all along

But he persisted on with little profit

His shop and his stock became old

Many needy came to him for help

He started giving what his shop could

One day finally the shop had nothing

Except his faith and lots of patience.

A boy one day came and sat next to him

There is nothing here to give you dear

I am not here to take but to give you

Take this jaggery sell it and pay me

After I come back after a month

Saying so he unloaded a gunny sack

And left our shopkeeper wondering

He kept the jaggery cubes for sale

After keeping some in the sack

Wondering if anyone would buy it

From the next day people flocked to him

For it disappeared from the stocks

Of nearby shops who could not try

To replenish it much as they wished

And wonder of wonders what a sack

It never emptied just like mothers love.

He prospered and waited for the boy

The boy appeared and asked for his sack

Filling it with salt he left with a smile…

Once upon a time, the world was alive

Reblogging this poem from Devika which clearly illustrates how the appearance of man on earth caused much chaos until nature decided to act…

Once up on a time, the world was alive.

The dancing willows whispered in the wind

The streams flowed full and clear

from the mountains till the ocean.

Children of the mountain played and danced under the sun,

over the hill up until the eyes could see.

Then came the blight walking on two legs

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