Plain Old Traditions

He was pent up on marrying her

I just want to marry, only her

He said. His people were unhappy, mother wept, and sisters in law couldn’t see her suffering..

He didn’t care for horoscopes nor clan or sub clan or kin

I don’t care, I wanna marry her,

That is all that matters,.

Bride’s parents and relatives

In fact told the chivalrous girl

That it is ok, as they say:

Find someone or be someone’s

Love of life or reason to be..

Long time later, he tells her

After her kids are grown and married..

That the reason he wanted to

Have her for his wife was,

Since she spoke so sophisticated,

As though she paid no attention to his words,

She said, “pardon?” when he said something that was different from her lingo

He decided, then and there

To teach her what it costs

To not pay attention, when he said.

To have her bound in a marriage and take his liberty with him..

No questions need be asked

Why she is what she is today…

No matter how much he rationalizes

In holding her back, her creativity, her knowledge,

Her verbal abilities,

Despite all, she said

He is who is taking care of her,

And He would show her to open up, and show her creativity, if one thing closes

He shows ten other ways as well as abilities, for her

To be self sufficient,

Tolerant, understanding and forgiving, despite him saying

Things that could offend her for

The rawness, that just made it clear to her, why he married her…

She to him may be anything

Yet it cannot be called a relationship of respect… or love..

It may be superior to that..

That he is a person who just wants to be loyal to his ego,

And feels his life miserable, if it is ever hurt..

So they are married till this day, as she knows, in heart he is

Not yet liberated from his ego..

Or need for dominance!

Praying every minute

To forget the time and

Keep going as brightly

Brilliantly as ever, thankful

For all things in life, always!

 

Eons Ever

Trains of thoughts

Finding their way 

From eons to present 

Going on as we watch

Them in their glory

History, mementos

Glistering as they pass

Cosmic colors of them

Bygone times,

 Hasty to put their foot down

Amid territories,

 Yet to be seen, or nascent or unknown

Don’t look back to find

Them ladies, and lairds

Ranis and raja- maharajahs ripped of their States and statures,

Kinsmen, Regals and Cavalries,

Many a well versed commandants

Ousted of their power to peril

Foundations that you broke

Shackles and spirits many unknown

Unbeknownst unforeseen

Many a thunder strikes the world, amid

Stardust and asteroids' dump

The surface and the terrain turned to rumble and be numbed

Mankind razed out of their culture, nurture, ethnicity

Nothing to be left except

Humanity still brazens

Hoping one day these

Duress times of violence

Aching hurting violations

Against the self, against the will

Against every thing that ever will

Rise and shell

Shall be past and souls will

Rise and shine, to a new domain,

New dawn, welcoming a bright new morning

Where man is treated

With humanity and with dignity

Of labor, of knowledge, of skills and knowledge or just be themselves, with life to live

And share the message that man is here to live and let live,

No amount of darkness, harshness, thunder and ashes

Will hold the seed from sprouting;

On a day, when it sees

Loving care and energy from High above,

 To create, procreate and propagate and meet the maker!

World has been existing not since

Last night or a night before

Not since just some tens of thousands of nights prior,

But since eternity,

Was it recycled and recreated,

Not knowing how many births she might have taken before

Just as the past is dark

Winding into a  future bleak,

Is there a time when the matter is all gulped into that dark matter,

 That has spewed out spumes of fumes,

Hissing and hurling huge planets and gaseous worlds

Which is a while since,

 A whole different ball game  that was… much much afore,

Of your father’s fore fathers’ lore..

Now, what was that, you said, which seed or barn you are from, pardon,  Je ne comprends pas,

Which field are you from, O pungent radish?

 Qui es-tu?

 

 

 

Lover Blah

He loves her very much

When it is dawn, he wakes up

Lets her sleep longer,

 Tucks her under the sheets

She sleeps well till

Morning is still morning

For a few more hours

He takes care of meds,

Warm water and tea.

Until recently,

When she said she would want her tea

Just made right

Still most nights

She is alone, in the living room

Until her mind goes blank and hands hurt

Keeps reading or writing or playing woodoko or 2048 Fibonnaci, as long

As it goes.

Not that she is alone

She finds peace staying by herself

Lest she find it hard to

Get up next morning

Words come out of his

Mouth as if shrapnel

She finds it hard to believe

That her loving mate

Can be so rude, that

She cannot fall asleep

During night, not until late.

Tonight her heart is bleeding so much

Unlike any night she can feel the pounding muscles of flesh like a machine breathing in and out, as life is nothing more than a mere oscillation, swinging between life and death.

 

In My Solitude

As the day proceeds

Into the bright noon

As the umpteen things

Needing attention

Beckon you into their

Swirl pooling purview

Where is your mind

Wandering in the

Lonely desert of

Time and space,

Crossing the several worlds

At the juncture

Leading you into

Times beyond times

Or those yet to arrive

You think you narrate

A poem or a story

Not knowing He is

That which you tell

Repeating what it takes

For Him to create

For a million years to come.

 

Ever Loving Sri Krishna

In this full moonlight

With cooing of kukkoo

Echoing from yonder,

You're telling me

That I do not think about

Who? You? I? or Him?

And insist that

I keep convention in writing

Says who? You? Him?

But then again

I don’t know conventions

So confusing.

I like to think

Regardless, always of Him,

You and I remain.

Zillion things

Pass my mind endlessly

Milling memories

His smile, touch

His hugs, kisses and more

Overbearing me

I speak nothing

As He kisses me deeply

All my senses lost

Millions of years

Have passed before

Millions to come

Love of my life

Krishna, don’t leave me tonight

My heart’s so parched

For your kind words

Your sweet smile, as you

Look into my eyes

Krishna

Dear love of mine

Hold me now!

Meadows And Marsh Lands

Of meadows and marsh lands

Nay not know, nor does it matter

As mind is fertile with lots of words

That is like a marshland,

Or when ideas sprout from

Seeds of words, from

Active young minds,

Very strong, bold yet need

Education or direction to

Understand the labyrinth of

Knowledge circles and paths

Rendering a majestic silver spoon

Amid chaos to children of the world,

Inside the wombs or some going to tombs

Never before was there a need this severe, so

Educate, encourage, elevate the lives and their doctrines..

Allow them to flourish, with care and love

Mighty heights, may they reach

Endless love showering

Never before!

A Poem A Day

A poem a day,

Makes you healthy, and

Wiser than thou!

I thought of

Writing a line or two

Way off you go!

Many a time

You pause, because

Muse is missing

Or so you imagine,

It is not true, is it?

Break of it!

Lethargy, has

Kept many a warrior

Lose battle

So, here it is,

My poem of today

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