Languages Signs Symbols

On the street, bus, train or flight

We see hundreds of strangers,

who speak unknown languages!

They try to ask for directions,

Queries about place and shops

Or about stuffs they wish to buy

With signs, symbols, actions

And the words they know

They try to convey their thoughts

Hoping that we will understand

Then they eagerly wait for our reply

Tries hard to grasp what we say

However, they might not have any clue

About what we say

With a smile, they greet us, thanks

Even if our efforts couldn’t help them

If we know their language

They seek our help to convey their thoughts

To the ones they wish to interact

As a translator

It’s always hard to travel to an unknown land

With unknown language and culture

As even gestures can have different meaning

But I find people courageous

When they try to defy the barriers of language

To get where they wish and do what they want

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Abundance

Abandoned paddy fields are aplenty in Kerala

Barren or marshy, waits for fresh lease of life

Unused, but still a haven for the greenery

Nurturing the unwanted plants and pests  

Drenched in rain, they look like a carpet

Acts as the granary for animals and birds

Nursery for small fishes to swim around

Cultivation can help in food security, but  

Expects death calls from greedy realtors 

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Fogged Lake

A vast lake

Dressed up in early morning fog

She is waiting for her lover, the sun

Grey sky shaded its waterscape

Without waves, she is looking so calm

A small country boat positioned itself

In the middle of the deep trench

For catching some sleepy fishes

A lonely crow slowly flew across

As if searching for someone

At a distance, another boat raced through

Creating a channel of wave in a straight line

From one shore to the another

The grey fog has spoiled the trees around

They were silent as if it’s freezing

On the outer, the lake looked serene

I wonder how deep the water is!

Though beautiful, it’s salty to drink

But, it’s tempting to breach its depth

When I look through the window of this train

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Rain journey

It was a delightful evening

Blessed with chilly sweet rain

Neither too heavy nor too light

But we felt it gentle to walk through it

Waited for a late night train to hometown

As we missed the last early evening train

All the seats in the bogey were taken

We occupied the space near the door

As the train moved, I saw the drizzle

In the shade of lights on the track

Later, I noticed the rhythm of rain

Dancing in the arms of the gentle wind

Resembling a romantic ballroom dancing couple

But the speedy train separated them with its force

Turbulently without any truce towards their unison 

As the train breached the darkness and silence of night

I saw the dark clouds on the sky with the lights in the bogey

Though the chilly wind bothered us a bit, it was refreshing

We sat on the floor; we stood at times, choicelessly awake  

When others somehow slept despite the crunched space

I never watched rain that longer at late night before

I felt scared whenever train ran through the bridges

As I saw the burgeoned rivers and lakes with rainwater

More over I saw the fierceness of rain piercing the water

Like a ruthless warrior killing his opponent in battlefield

Rain showed the face of innocence when it oozed down

Through the roofs of houses or drenched trees along the track

When the train rested at the stations, I saw the glittering rain

Sprinkling colorfully as the overhead lightings reflected it

By the time, the train reached my hometown

The canvas for the rain changed from darkness

But it kept painting as if it found endless joy

Coloring the nature with its colors 

New Year Rain

Another new year came in

Without knocking the door

As it replaced the old door

With its ever green touch

That refuses to die down

Despite the age catching up

Its glorious hands with change

That seamlessly marching on

Even as the astrologers immersing

Themselves in predicting the future

I looked at the bright sun and felt great

It’s the new-year sunshine, a great omen

A spirit that always drove me on in the past

To make new resolutions for the year ahead

And to try to make it happen at least for a day

Waking up from an unusual slumber

I heard the noise of battlewagon of the rain

As the wind smashed through the coconut trees

I sensed the raw fragrance of the barren earth

I wondered why it is raining on a new year’s day!

I wonder if this is the year to redefine the seasons

As now rain comes unprecedently and lasts for long

While the winter and summer plays hide and seek game

Though it ruined my day, it let me to get lazy once more

To slip down into the arms of music and raw thoughts

Rain has given me an excuse to stay clear from stress

Sometimes, embracing the idleness in company of rain

In the lonely den of this world is much better than being out

Venting out the stress at some hapless opponents somewhere

As rain brings pieces of peace inside its droplets to share with us

May be this rain is just a new-year gift from the sky to think

A path might unfold by holding the droplets in the heart

A reminder for the days to come, peace will lead the way

Wish you all a happy new year!