31 Mar 2022

Temple For You


I want to look for a mount

Like Olympus in the Asgard

Not the haven of the gods

But a kingdom of the demons

To build a big temple for you

In the valley with thick forest

And rocks for an ideal pilgrimage

Columns like in Greek temples

Arches like in the Persepolis

Structure like a mini colosseum

Atop, a pyramid like in Egypt

Minarets around like in Arabia

Flooring with the Italian marbles

Sanctum sanctorum carved in a

Single granite from the Karnataka

I’ll keep a sculptures of your demons

I’ll worship it with my poetic verses

Sprinkling heavenly scents of attar

And bunch of Jasmines that you like

I'll lit the temple with camphor lights

In the midnight I will pour blood on

Deities to quench its insatiable thirst

I’ll offer gifts from the occult priests

Fulfil their wishes with your demonic

Powers that you used to destroy me !

Your greed and arrogance will be the

 Offering for the ooccultist pilgrims

Who have cruel wishes to fulfil at the

Expense of miseries  of their rivals!

 


A poem based on #reevesroses word prompt . Image from MasterFile

30 Mar 2022

An Old Fisherwoman



 A lanky old woman 

With a holy cross attached to her chain

Carried a big Aluminum pot

Full of fish on her head 

She travelled by buses to faraway 

Places from her shore to sell fish 

She walked kilometres every day 

Be it summer, winter or monsoon 

She had a set of houses to give fish 

Yet she would hide some for us 

If she gets special fish on occasions

She would keep the fish at our home and go

Without waiting for payment 

She would say, give it later 

She always gave fish at a fairer price

Her relative used to work with my father

She always had an attachment to our family

She brought us fish for more than a decade

We don't get the fish like she used to bring, now

She shared tales from her life and shore 

How the landscape changed with foreign money

And how the sea tides have changed their lives

She had no kids and her husband was no more

She lived with her sister's kid 

She sold fish until her health deteriorated

She never liked sitting idle at home 

She prayed for us in her church 

Her belief is still strong 

She made wishes for me 

When I had a struggling phase

She used to bring a cake 

and sweet red wine 

During every Christmas 

That's something we miss now

She is into her nineties now

Still talks to Mum once in a while 

A Kerala saree is  waiting to be gifted to her

She is like a relative without blood relation

Some relations are deeper than blood relations 

Women like her are inspiring, who battle life 

On their own, even in their old age 

We still talk about her when we buy special fish


Image from DreamsTime 

29 Mar 2022

My Village From Memories




I grew up on a hill  

With a Church next to my home

There were no roads back then

A path could let only one person walk

Along the steepness of the hill

I dreamed of a road and buses plying 

one day 

The tapioca fields filled the barren land 

Coconut trees filled the other parts 

A narrow river was the lifeline 

of the paddy fields on the plains

There was an unfinished temple

On one shore of the river 

There was a low stone bridge connecting the hills

Often get flooded during the monsoon

People used to catch fish using primitive ways 

Sand miners dived from boats 

 to dig sand from the depths

Leaving many deep patches in the river 

The paddy fields had big frogs and snakes

that was after them

Farmers used bullocks to till the paddy fields

and the mud spliced like art 

Ponds dotted the landscape 

With source nearby 

Small streams took the water towards

the paddy fields 

On holidays we used to sit on the walls

To look at the vehicles and rare buses 

A small forest of rubber trees 

Dotted in some parts

The market was vibrant with local produce

fish and other essentials 

It hosts events at night sometimes 

All major shops and restaurants were

closer to the market 

People kept slices of coconut to dry on the road

The aroma of coconut oil draws 

When you get nearer to the cold pressers 

During summer paddy fields made way for 

beans and vegetables

Some others tried their luck with plantains 

The telephone was rare in those days 

Even telly was there in a few homes

And the neighbours flock to watch 

Until the voltage goes down in the eve

VCRs were hired to play movies 

On the day before weddings 

The stages and shades were set up with

Areca nut poles and coconut leaves 

People were sent to faraway places

To inform the death 

The whole village helped in the mourning 

Older people would relish their paan

Old loudspeakers were tied to the electric poles

and trees during the festivals 

A canal brought water from the Neyyar dam

for the farmers in the hills 

I spent a lot of time playing in that canal 

In front of my home 

And I remember a literacy program 

That helped the elderly people 

To learn to read and write 

And the people used to share the fruits

in their land with the neighbours

And there were drunkards who loved 

drinking nearby the river and the canal slab

 

Image from Unsplash 


26 Mar 2022

An Old Pier



An old concrete pier at Valiyathura
Leans towards the sea 
It has survived the waves for decades
And even the tsunami
It has steps to reach the waters 
It used to welcome boats carrying 
Rice and other cargo 
From the bigger ships anchored
On the deep sea 
It used to be a hub of smuggling too
As it is near the notorious area 
That sell smuggled goods from abroad
The remnants of old rooms still remain
Now the pier is a tourist spot 
Where people come to see the sunset
Feel the breeze from the sea 
And enjoy the beauty of the beach 
There are holes in the platform 
The fishes are visible through them
Crabs cling on to the columns 
Other fishes swim around them 
Anglers here use strings to catch fish
They wait patiently on the edges 
Until the fishes get hooked 
Unseen varieties are caught 
They keep them on the platform
For the visitors to see 
And the visitors' bargain for fish 
The fishermen jump onto the sea 
from the pier like Olympic divers 
When their boats make it to deeper waters 
They swim towards their boats as if in a race
Fisherfolks sell fish at the entrance of the pier
Other dwellers walk through the pier 
To sell snacks and fancy items 
I remember visiting the pier 
As a kid with my father 
I love sitting on the deeper end 
And watch the sunset and the fishing boats
A recent renovation has given the pier 
A fresh lease of life 

Image from www.keralatourism.org


Late Comer





Running briskly
With perspiring senses
Wildly beating heart
Checking the watch every other moment
To see how much time lost already
To calculate possible reaching time
To raise the speed
And to prepare for an abrupt entrance
There is a big price to pay
For getting late
A risk
Unworthy
As you stand to lose out
The savory moments upfront
Amongst the settled audience
Engaged fluidly up to the occasion

Then the door cracks up
Breaking the silence of even the noise
Making heads to turn around for a glimpse
To see the distracting latecomer
With countless eyes sprinkling spotlights
Walking past the aisle
Becomes nervy like on a ramp
Nodding the sorry with the eyes
And the bowing head
Whispering the excuse
From the shell of a sorry figure
Without any idea about the scenario
That persisted there

A messy catch up work remains
To be done, to get on level terms
With all those present there
With short enquiries for briefings
Fighting against the time  
To make up for the lost time
Before gelling into the zone
With the ease in breathe 

Scary, if there is scolding
Embarrassing
Funny, if there is mocking
Light-hearted banter for folks
There is always an awkward moment
Awaiting the late comer

Image from Vectorstock