A Crow in the rain

It’s monsoon time here

Rain clouds have built their kingdom in the sky

Chilly winds have started their wild swings

Slight drizzle made those waving coconut trees

Look pretty as newlywed bride

As I watched them through my window

I saw a lonely crow sitting calmly

On the top of tilted roof of a neighborhood house

The roof made of well-woven coconut leaves

Always bear a nostalgic style

In the middle of a concrete jungle

It’s rare to see a crow drenching in rain

So I wondered, why is it sitting there patiently

Is it struggling to fly!

Did it lose its way!

Once in a while, it waved its wings

To drain away the water from its body

And its ash colored neck took a weary look

Just like a hunk having a funky hairstyle

Then I saw a flock of rain insects

Flying from the backside of that house

And my new friend had its eye on them

Just like any predator, so sharp and so focused

Rose very slow making less noise

It snatched one fly with its beak

Without sitting back, it snatched some more

Then took rest for a while

And waited for some more preys

Seeing the bravery of this friend

Some crows flew towards the roof

They sat on it keeping a distance

It reminded me of a row in my school assembly

Without any in fights

They took their fiefdoms to hunt

Rain didn’t deter their quest

As hunger dominated their will

After they finished their decent lunch

They flew away to find shades to rest

As the rain started withdrawing from the scene

The image of my lonesome friend in my mind

Made me wonder

Why I didn’t capture it’s snap!

Re-incarnation of the Extinct

The world is incomplete without you

Countless beautiful animals and birds

We the humans made sure that

You never took birth again

In this helpless earth controlled by us

Our ancestors hunted you down

With the passion for hunting down trophies

To show how brave they were

Or just simply brought unknown enemies

From lands far away without warning

And they simply butchered you down

As if, their hunger never ceased

Some left this earth even before humans took birth

As generations passed by

Curiosity about a lost world of species

Learnt from the encyclopedias and various books

Made some researchers to excavate

To find the remnants of an old world

They found the bones of mammoths, dinosaurs

And countless species

They found countless dormant eggs

They found their ages with carbon dating

And all new techniques

They recreated their body with softwares

And real 3d models

They came up with countless assumptions

About the lifestyle

And the extinction of those species

Made documentaries and movies to show the old eras

To the young kids and to fascinate them

With genome codes, cloning coming to the fore

Along with the crazy minds trying to make artificial life

It won’t be a surprise

If someone crack the genome codes of those species

And then extracting DNA’s from eggs or bones

Or from any preserved bodies

And cloning them to give a re-incarnation

Like we saw in Jurassic park

Our zoos are obsolete with familiar animals

New animals from old era will usher it  

Even then some another species will extinct

Well they can die in peace

With a hope that

Humans will re-incarnate them from the extinct

One day 

Sold for a few pennies

With tears

She looked at her smiling baby

Who just got into this world

Just a while ago

She was proud to be a mother

But she couldn’t afford

To raise her kid

Like she dreamt

Beautiful attires

Lot of toys

Nice food and education

Nor a good home

Destined to struggle

Facing a race against time

Every day

Just to survive another day

With scant resources

When other kids

Play around with fun

She couldn’t take her soul

To such a struggle

When she has to fight

To meet ends

As she can’t even spend time

She was alone 

Abandoned

To face this life

Scared to think

About a treacherous future

For her beloved soul

She thought to give it

A new lease of life

A prosperous journey

With love and care

As someone who craves to love

Waiting

Ready to take her soul away

Ready to

Spend a fortune

For rest of life

To raise her baby with love

She didn’t want money

To survive

She just wanted to get her baby

A secured future

That she can’t even dream to deliver

She kissed her baby for last time

She may not ever see her soul again

But she felt relieved

As she handed over

Her baby to an excited woman

She saw her sparkling eyes

Filled with ecstasy

Like that in small kids

When they get what they wish

Yeah it’s been a wait for long time

It’s been her only wish

Now it’s fulfilled

She cried as she kissed that baby

For the first time

She gave the mother

A bundle of currency

Well ,that money didn’t mean much

May be can get her some breathing time

To search for avenues to live

Baby kept smiling

As she turned around

Walked gingerly

Tears were unstoppable

She didn’t turned back once

As she couldn’t bear that sight

Seeing her baby being taken away

She walked to her home

Cursing at her own plight

Cursing at the man who left her

Costing her beloved baby

Forced to live forever

With the memories

Of a few moments with her baby

Feeling guilty

That she sold her soul for few pennies

But, she had no other choice

All she can do is pray for her baby

Cycle Polo

I was walking with two minds

Whether to take left direction

Or just to maintain the trajectory

Walking past the bus stop

I heard chants from some kids

Brother, please retrieve that ball

I looked across the road

I found it in the middle of the road

I went and threw that ball back to the ground

I decided to go to the ground to sit for a while

I sat on the stand beneath that old tree

It’s an old dream hangout for me

I used to play and used to watch lot of games

Football and cricket

But it was a haven for budding cycle polo players

Over the years, I’ve seen many kids

Learning to roll the ball using their sticks

Riding their bicycles

This same ground has been a university

For many players who donned state and national colors

It staged many cycle polo tournaments in past

It’s an inspiration for many aspiring kids

I saw different groups of kids

Practicing cycle polo

Trying out their tricks to show off

At the middle, a group was competitive

They chased down the ball

Riding the cycle faster

Made some intriguing passes

Scored some goals

Saw some girls just passing the ball around

But it’s the young kids whom I watched

I saw the eagerness to learn

Trying to be balanced on the cycle

To move faster to pass and chase the ball

Two of them just missed a collision by a whisker

They acknowledged and kept on playing

I wondered when most of new generation kids

Aspire to play cricket, football, or some other sports

Which will yield them money or fame

The passion for cycle polo is still there

At least in this place

It’s not an easy game though

None of them fell once

They were always steady and

 Avoided each other’s path

Even when they were trying to block or tackle

Keeping a safe distance and speed

It still amazes me, how they manage to control

The cycles just like that right from childhood

One thing is sure

The future is bright

 Cycle polo will survive

Even though there are no glitz and glamour

Nor any big sponsorships to ponder

It’s just the passion that keeps these players going

Electric-“shock”-Bill

Every day as I sit to work

Thinking deeply about what to write

And searching for the content

My UPS starts crying

Shut the PC and let me rest

Yeah, the power has gone

May be

The power cables fought as usual

With roadside tree branches

Or may be

Someone from electricity board

Pulled up the main fuse in our area

Power Minister talks about his achievements with pride

But, he can’t do much to generate more power

Nor reduce the transmission loss

Come rainy season

We have to endure dark nights

Under the shade of candles or emergency lamps

Come summer season

Minister will talk about shortage of water in dams

And reduction of power sharing from other states

There are no official power cuts

But when the sun showers his fury on us

With the thermometers reading higher centigrade

We are destined to use hand-powered fans

To keep ourselves cool

Or we have to take refuge in liquids

But even chilling the liquids becomes impossible

As they play with us keeping our power away

Yet when we get our electricity bill

We find unusual taxes

Unusual sur-charges

Sometimes

They force us to pay double the principal amount

Yeah this is monopoly

Pay it on time whatever amount on bill

Or get your connection taken away

If we call for emergency repair

They say we will come

May be hours or days later

But they will be at home to disconnect

The power cable right on the day

After the bill date

They are sharp at least in this duty

I wonder

Where does all consumer protection groups

Goes hiding

When the power board squeezes money

Out of common people

As we have no other cheaper alternative

To fall back on

We keep paying what’s on the bill

We never get good service for what we pay

There are no provisions for us

To demand reduction in payment

For getting sub-standard service and untold power cuts

They can hike price whenever they want

And if you ask someone about it

They will tell till go to complaint section

Or meet some other officials

I know nothing can be done

And I walk as usual back to home

To play with my power buddy

Shutting on and shutting off my pc

Every other hour

While pursuing my quest to complete the work

With a wait for another “electric-shock-bill.”