Five lillies

Five dainty lilies bloomed today, on a monsoon morning, on my window sill

swaying tenderly, violet and gay, peeping through a rusted grill

a welcome pause  from the morning flurry

tiffins and lunches and all that scurry

with coffee in hand,  I mused ..

Oh lillies as time passes and things unfold 

They say the globe will warm, glaciers will melt, our lands will flood 

the forebodings are grim and the mood is of gloom

and I wonder oh lilies will you still bloom here ,on a monsoon morning, on my window sill ?

Don't you fly away to New Zealand or Canada to flaunt  your dainty petals on some far away hill

FOr I will wait here ,on a monsoon morning, with some coffee and an eager quill

Pointless scrawls of a restless mind

The pen makes pointless scrawls,
doodling out shapeless thoughts
for, the hand that holds it is restless
coaxed by the managerial mind
to be productive, effective, purposive,
a mind schooled, cast in brittle molds
schooled alas, to be blind to the beauty of stillness,
the fullness of emptiness, the joy of nothingness,
a mind ever wanting to run to the finish lines of nowhere,
to change, to tell, to make , to do
to rationalize, hypothesize, intellectualize, criticize
to find succour in a futile heap of verbs ..
while the heart yearns to just be ..
aimless, guiltless .. just be ..

A meeting

Me and a friend travelled to Etumanur in Kerala  in July 2014, to meet a close common friend who had just lost his mother. The three of us were meeting after around 10 years, in Kerala amidst the monsoon. The nostalgia of a wonderful time that we had spent as colleagues and friends in Cyprus, a mediterranean island lingered over us, diffusing into the melancholy of the bereavement. This poem is about it .. 

to god's own country,death summoned us ...
we met and mused .. about a life , that death eloped with ..
and about our lives .. of times gone by on a quaint island, cyprus ..
memories sweetened, marinated in time's vinegar
as rains thrummed down, birthing life ..with bursting vigour
in myriad forms, bustling and throbbing

life ..amidst bereavement ..
silent thoughts amidst cicada singing..

embraced by a seeping strange warm  mood
a sweet ache,in a lingering  melancholy...