Am a tendril creeper

Invested within distinct charisma bound

Neither am I a sapper nor a sucker

The mother plant I wound

Am a simple white moss

Flowering beneath rocky boulders

Rendering sad souls some joyous solace

Devoid of fragrance of hi-bred flowers .

Am a tiny country sparrow

Traversing safely in low spaces

Seeking not high skies to soar

A territory where kingly birds race .

Am intrinsically dependant

But never a tiresome burden

Always cherishing in abundant

Lightening leaden hearts to gladden.

All good things come to an end

So the saying goes .

Gnawing Constraints I do have

Somewhere just below the diaphragm

Little above the duodenum.

Mind set immediately resisting

Thought processes rebelling

Refuting support without yielding .

Cyclic changes a governing rule

Many stubbornly harp like a mule

To you Goddess- Change

Affords pleasurable launch

On a platter waiting to load

To knock at door step

Or just yonder there peep

Rounding at your street corner .

Don't you get me wrong

Cos' I don't crib or cringe

As I'm seeped in mine comfy routine

Aligning safely in its humdrum

Making it incessantly live able.

We stand as opponents

Opposing not each other

Call it a delightful euphemism

Capsizing our disparity in diplomacy.

We could be parallel lines

And might run next to next

But hoping to meet

Never in our context .

We are divergent

Willingly dispersing to many points

But ne'er can in remote dreams

Want to Converge to a point .

We are poles apart

Effectively existing in our realms

Meant not to be visible

Nor be in touch with each other

We can exist as directions

East , west, north , south .

Useful for mapping

Meant only to be displayed.

So let us stand where we are

Carrying on life

As its means to give

Live to let live

Blow on cooling south west wind

Unnoticed you came on to find

Me lost in hazy paths wild

Picked up to make to build.

Caught among thorny bushes

You brought me out unscathed

Submerged I lay in dark trenches

You came and resurrected .

Gullible lamb led on undeterred

False promises of fresh pastures

Dumbly followed villainous wolf in sheep's gestures

Blissfully unaware being led to be slaughtered .

Standing precarious on cliff so steep

Staring on lurking dangers right below

Plunged head on held back in time my leap

You must be saving grace sent from above .

Men are born practical,

Women the weaker sex emotional ,

Oft quoted maxims once thought sensational;

Now incredible clichés ousted as superficial.

Friendship that lasts through eternity,

Standing test on sands of time.

A healthy balance if struck in amity,

Revel utterly in heavenly sublime.

Friends of emotional kind couple,

Like two poles will repel.

Endless mopping and lending,

Each others shoulders for venting.

Friendships running on practicality,

Prove beneficial to Man in actuality ,

Making them achievers and trend setters ;

Become role models on success-ladders .

Lovers in unison lack a certain trance,

If one of the two not in balance.

Life's course fragile to the former ,

Losing heartiness to the latter.

Couples after decades cease real living,

Housed together in years of serfdom .

Hen pecked husbands ruled by petticoat government,

Or head strong men with door mat wives.

In wedlock if one out vie the other,

Incompatibility set in weaving ominous web.

Complimenting in an emotive way fosters,

Like adding spice to life I gather.

Being emotional, practical as an after thought,

Has much to do with genes to its part,

One's environment experiences have affected;

This a matter of contention often debated.

Gone with the wind ?

I search my kin,

Dear one of my kind .

Faded as the puff of smoke

You've got lost in a smog

Like soda mixed in a coke? .

As a whiff of breeze

You brushed me aside

Were you on lease? .

Lightly dissolved as ether

Ethereally in the air

Disappeared you like a spirit .?

Eyes a pair looks for ever ,

Heart yearns brain cries

'Be aware' but I'd never.

Striding along the beach aimlessly

Glancing at my footprints washed away

Naively stepped aside built sand houses

Boasting of my making powers .

Flat across the sands I lay stretching

Expectations soaring high and mighty

In smug feeling of vague falsity

Duping myself in to believing .

Fantasying permanence that never was

Sojourning in world of imagination

Like blissfully ignorant country girl

Exposed newly to city bred life

Fervently mumbling sincere ejaculations,

And as if strictly adhering to decorum

Waters too refrained from encroachment

Hours lapsed eventually ending joys .

While ebbing tides had assisted

Rising tides quickly rushed

Ruthlessly dashing down my sand house

Salty tears rolled onto salty sea mingled .

Disappointed , Transience is Permanent

A lesson hard but well and truly learnt.

Man awake! shrug off sleeping

A silent poison permeating

Our abode this earth responding

So get your brains a cracking

A mental shake up wanting

Pay attention to the calling

Perk up to the global warning

Oh! The global warming.

Arctic borders thawing

Levels of oceans rising

Glaciers suddenly missing

Tall peaks now looking

In heights decreasing.

While polar bears dying ,

Danger of extinction thwarting.

Earth's outer crust cracking ,

Unpredictable thunder rains pouring.

Germany ,Siberia now experiencing ,

Sunny weather when it should be snowing.

Delhi unnaturally having ,

Extreme weather chilling.

While Kanya kumari' sea waters rushing,

Land and habited places encroaching.

Green plants eventually start dying ,

Disease , pest , drought resistance lessening,

Mortality rate increasing ,

Babies to diseases circumventing.

Man time up ! for stock taking

Hurry up !?

shouldn't we be doing something? .

'Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.

Our hearts are made for you oh God and they shall not rest until they rest in you' ...G. M. Hopkins .

I'd know you among scores of people

But you might not notice .

I'd pick you out from lakhs in a gathering

You might never know

I'd be standing next to you

You'd be blissfully unaware

I'd be taking care of you

But you'd take me for granted

I'd wait for you to thank me

But you would have forgotten

I' d be waiting at your doorstep

But you'd be busy over nothings

I 'd be wanting you to peep in and see me

But you'd have eyes for other things

I'd be wishing you to talk to me

But you 'd be lost in your small talk???!!!!!>...

God asking man..

God yearns for man

Not just when we are in want

Cause we will always be in want

But otherwise too.

He is waiting ..

When we pass a temple ,mosque ,or church

Do we step into say hello ..

Not at festival times mind you ..

Other inconspicuous days ..

He is waiting ..

Do we see God in less fortunate brethren .?

Looking for God in high places ..

We'd be disappointed

For He is found among the lowly ..

He is waiting.

I feel I'm on top of the world

Heaven seems at my doorstep entwirled

Earth as though in memory slipped

Like spring top it doubled and swirled

Green meadows glow before my eyes

Trees afresh sway gently at my glance

Flowers bloom in sprightly dance

In jocund procession the butterflies and the bees .

Nature within echoes in gladness afore

Rollicking in tune to the outer nature

Exultant I drew in fresh spurts of air

Surfeiting I want no more .

God's goodness in extensions I see

In every little thing his loving hand

Playing hide and seek game in time with me

In perfect symphony to his timelessness .

ELEGY TO MY STUDENT

I was asked to handle as a stop gap for the Geography teacher who was away on leave . It was then that I met this rather bright student full of impetuosity and a face as clear and full of the milk of human kindness.

On the whole for a week I had just two classes so was particular that not a minute should be wasted . I had told them from the outset this particular expectation of mine was because un like English classes which had seven hours in a week Geography had just two.

My first entry in to this class, I must tell you was absolutely different . I was greeted by this boy Kapil Vyas with a reverence that was hither to conspicuously absent in others . An interesting boy I must say cause his fair smart face not just reflected an outside look but also had mirrored equally by a well and true goodness matching within . His pleasant mannerism definitely attracted not only his class mates but also was able to win all for even the surliest tempered couldnot help breaking in to smiles.

You might think what made this boy of seventh grade to stand out among the crowd? . The first and foremost was his stance as he entered the class .He would lock his hands in reverence to be excused and this strangely reminded me of the Gurukula system of education where in the disciples sit obediently at the feet of the guru's for their lessons like the one in Shanthiniketan kind .

What impressed me was his thoughtfulness beyond his age . Teachers have our own share of woes you'd admit and as I had said I had not much time with this class made me to lose patience when I find that class runs short of chalk pieces or the duster not being proper .

I remember the first time I asked for a chalk the class leader had to run down to the ground floor to pick up chalk pieces from the office room which would take a clear five minutes . I had the tendency to imbibe in these children the importance of time . so I would say ''your class has wasted three hundred seconds of my period ''.

This was made note of , by Kapil and every time I'd turn to the class leader to question then on there would he jump up like jack in the box handing over from his pockets chalk pieces kept ready for me . when asked he'd say he bought it in a shop or had picked up a few from the office room as he came up from the morning assembly. Mind you he did n't do it just for me but for the other teachers too especially for maths and science .

His casual remark that ''three hundred seconds not being lost'' punning on my words would immediately make me to mellow down in to a smile and the class leader would feel relieved that she had escaped the brunt of the punishment.

Yet another marked characteristic feature in him was when he finds the teacher slightly tired he would offer water from his water bottle . I usually and politely refuse since no un due preferences be shown to students .However I couldn't help calling him after class to appreciate his gesture.

He would volunteer to help teachers with carrying of books, wish them where ever and when ever he sees them, etc and I must say I've not noticed him sloppy or tired or lazy but would always carry about himself with a liveliness that would remain with him even at the end of the day .

He finished schooling in a different school and due to his family situation went to work in an electrical shop as early as sixteen years . The heart rending news I heard has shaken me to the core was during the rainy season he had met with an accident due to short circuit in the electrical shop and had died !

I broke down at the cruelty of fate , and a question kept reverberating in my mind as to why God should draw to himself such a dynamic boy as Kapil ???

Surely such goodness aren't seen these days you see? I was numbed totally bereft of any logical answer to the question as to why couldn't this boy been given a longer lease of life time.

Tragically true we are here on lease and our time is short why don't we live a life selflessly radiating amity and well being to co human beings . Kapil in his short span of life I think had achieved in his own small way so too why not us ? Let us do something that would stamp our identity on this planet!