19 Jan 2011

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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11 Jan 2011

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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4 Jan 2011

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 

1 Jan 2011

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!