From nemesis to symbiosis A true incident

Rosy, my dear became my new canine friend, 

We met first, on the road, at a dead end, 

Till then to me, an invisible one somewhere,

Sprinting before me, catching me unaware.

A tiny piece of snacks I did carry for a parrot, 

Became a tiny munch for you, then on trot, 

Never did I think, you were eager in wait, 

On day next, you followed my track as a trait.

Fearsome virus, canines do carry inadvertently.

 Rabid patients never saw daylights, invariably 

Lives snatched by their bites and salivation, 

A sorry plight in my mind, scars in revolution.

Shrills, tremors, lead the sick to the graveyard,

 Stray dogs carry these virus, unless protected ,

 Rebuked them forever, revoked by compassion,

 I felt the feel, knew the pulse and thy passion,

My morning walks in pursuit with a purpose,

 Sight of your presence, I perceive for a cause, 

Will carry some feed, your wagging tails in wait 

Hope our friendship may grow strong as a trait

 A  PARLIAMENTARY AFFAIR 

Binocular vision an asset, never ever a human phenomenon, 

Many a species do enjoy this, thanks to the site of their eyes, 

Judge the depth and distances with a stereoscopic vision, 

Locate the prey, spring and attack them, timing so precise.

Owl is one such, Nature blessed it with some gracious gifts,

 Its ghastly face and the hoot, the only distractions till date, 

Nocturnal habit, farsighted straight vision, the added twists 

Discs around the eyes help the focus for an attack so sedate.

Vertibrae of the neck more in number and nimble, an asset 

They turn a three fourth of a circle, unlike the human neck

 Keeps track of the prey, waiting to pounce, at the outset, 

The nocturnal habits, best vision settles the catch with a trick .

Obliquely set ears, pick up sounds to aid the sharp eyesight, 

Camouflaging at times to perform a masquerading attack, 

Spongy talons subdue the flappy noise, for a surprise flight 

Entrap the prey under them, the sharp beak breaks the stock.

Females lay eggs a few, thrice a week, males look out for prey, 

The sole breadwinner, switches roles, shoulders the hardship, 

Heavier of the two, female owls go far, hunting for polyandry, 

Male enjoy inland polygamy, hoots often invite a courtship.

Male hoots often, to locate its own species or to show its valor, 

Or an open invitation, yet the females hoots in a hesitant basis,

 Dinner meet, ensures a fruity courtship, exhibits the demeanor. 

Spot this Night king, a harbinger of death or a metamorphosis?

P.S A GROUP OF OWLS IS KNOWN AS PARLIAMENT

 

OUR BODY… by Word of mouth or truth

Wondered  a moment, a novice queried  my body systems,

Sounded  funny to a man practicing it for half a century,                                    

An innocuous doubt, all it seemed at the outset, it seems

Amateur asking the champion, a great innovative query.

Which organ or body fluids  smells sweet to one in duress,                            

This was the query, he asked me, leaving me speechless,                        

Was pondering for hours, my Physiology was in distress,                         

Thoughts of our organs and their fluids began to caress.

 

Sense organs, hit my brains first, tears and sweat are salty,                                     

Urines, vomitus and feces  unbearable, inducing a nemesis,                     

Nasal discharges and waxy ears aren’t pleasant either, truly.                             

The dentine  oft hide some food part   provoking a halitosis.

                              

Was perplexed by this complex body , we carry  everyday,                    

Care our body, do carry all  odors wanted or unwanted,                      

Endless boasts, talks rubbish, forgetting  these wastes  daily,                            

Yes, the only sweet that comes from us must be ensured. 

  

So our tongue conquers all our ugliness and be our master,                                

The nine wastes will continue forever, even after our death                        

Words spoken can add as tenth waste or change your fame,                             

Watch out thy tongue, the only sweet they can spell forever.

 

 

DIVIDED WE GAIN …UNITED WE REFRAIN

 

 The age old aphorism ,united we stand ,divided we fall, now in jeopardy,

Of late the world has gone topsy turvy thanks to an ubiquitous menace,

The talk of the town, forget, the whole world is quivering in its custody,

 Crowning the whole world by land, air or seas, the corona and its vise.

 

 Cricket is a great leveler, they oft say, Hear, Corona is a great champion,

 Prince and the pauper, Minister and the mundane, all now in detention,

 Forced to forego earthly pleasures, Mercedes, Audis all in the stallion,

 Rooted firmly, rarely enjoying homely exile, idling, with no exception.

 

 Laws of the land rewritten, everyone is in the pangs of imminent death,

 Social distancing, suspicion of one’s own shadow, the watchword of late

 Everywhere, lockdown is reigning supreme, enforced by word of mouth.

 Most of works done from home, works well with techies of every state.

 

 Office works slowed down, permitting enforced absence and in standstill,

 Every hospital is full, their staff working tirelessly, so too the Khaki men,

 Earning the brickbats for their efficiency, yearning for the desire and skill,

 Sacrificing their own safety, sweating for the welfare of their brethren.

Think about the aftermath, this may work well as a short term measure,

The global recession downsizing the workforce everywhere and more,

Loss of the dollar leading to depression and stress related nightmare,

It needs a Herculean task, globally to reconstruct us from the quagmire.

Forget a minute about them, just ponder where all these lead us to, finally,

Forced by law to stay away from work or to stay away from their surround,

Remain detached from all, yet to join hands to fight this deadly calamity,

Divided by law to stay united, a paradox , for the society to remain sound.

 

 

THE SMILING ASSASSIN   

    ….an untold  story of  M.S.D in verses

 Cricket is a passion sport,  most of us, will agree in this courtyard

Not a simple sport with a bat and ball, to say with minimal words,

The summer sport of the English, sowing its roots in our backyard,

A game prospered, propelled by the domineering  of the stalwarts.

India for years, a very sedate starter, in many a sporting discipline,

Poverty, lack of infrastructure, paucity of legends were the jury,

We leapfrogged, didn’t we ? in cricketing terms, others in decline,

World, awestruck by our giant leap, garnering the new found glory.

Jharkhand, a new state since two decades, never heard for sport,

Apart from a mineral rich state, every Indian is priding this state.

A remarkable person appeared from nowhere to conquer our heart,

Stealing the thunder from many, to worship  him in an iconic state.

 

A humble beginning, a modest and unruffled  persona  to the core,

This is the M.S.D. for everyone and the world to cheer and acclaim,

A keeper with lightening reflexes and a  sharp brain were his forte,

World had seen the likes of Sachin and Saurav, he is far from them.

 

 A great finisher, a true team man, when our cricket badly needed one,

Team won individual honors, the coveted  world Cup eluded again,

Cometh the hour,cometh the man, the famous saying becoming true,

 Won the Indian cap, the golden era of Indian cricket in the bargain.

 

Steward’s mantle within three years, the first ever twenty 20 victory,

Lifting the nation’s performances, at times boldly, singlehandedly,

Nation rejoiced for a second world cup win in twenty eleven in glory,

Another success proves the world,  India is a true Champion’s ally

 

His ice cool behavior on and off the field, he earned many a nickname,

“Captain cool” an epithet, is a message  for us, in success or defeat,

Face never reveals his plans, when his team is having a torrid time,

Letting the opposing team make a false move to taste their defeat.

 

A born leader, give any team, he will lead it to the pinnacle of glory,

 The “Thala” of Chennai Super Kings, was lifting the IPL Cup twice,

 Corona was the only to whom he lost his corona, all sports in awry,

Cricket India lost its sheen, age, his next enemy, paying the price.

 

Wicket keeping, a specialized art, mostly a thankless job in the outfit,

Watchful to the fury of the face, alertness to the guile of the spinners,

Mahi, the fitness freak in him with lightening reflexes, doing the rest.

Masterminding and stumping the hapless batsmen, stamping winners.

 

Keeping wickets, leading the team and riding an ever winning mode,

Heroes are always a rarity, all their heroics etch in our mind forever,

That’s the MSD, we all salute the brigadier in you  in a farewell mood.

Exuding a special charm, it is worth going miles to adore and cheer,

 

 

 

A MAGNUM OPUS…. on song

Every nation is oft blessed with talented people,

They excel, but, differ in discipline or principle

Our nation too is no exception, indeed so rich,

Have indeed no parallels, in terms of many such.

 

Music, neither has borders nor has a boundary,

An art nonpareil, differs, excels in every territory,

 Classical art, Indians pride its ancestral heredity,

In Purandara Dasa’s domains lies its history.

 

One such Mozart, of our land, did reign supreme,

Was the renowned queen of international fame,

 An unchallenged doyen of the Carnatic scheme ,

M.S, is so often remembered than her full name.

 

A humble beginning to the music at age seven,

A public concert all at the tender age of eleven

Tutelage of the Great, Chemmangudi, so preen .

And Pandit Vyas, defining this princess to queen.

 

Thus the Saga of this great singer, set to flourish

With full devotion, and purity, that we oft cherish,

Chanting many Hymns, we all wish to remember.

Indeed are immortal, from dawn to dusk, forever .

 

Mellifluous in voice, unbelievable, while in spate,

Suprabhatham, reigning the dawn of the deity,

 Hills of Tirupati and everywhere do reverberate.

 Bhavayami, Bhaja govindam, with top priority.

Rajaji’s lyrics were spotless, she did with ease,

About the invincible Lord, inevitably all in praise,

Mahatma, insisting for the “Hari thum” Bhajan,

Be sung by her, its history speaks time and again.

 

“Queen of music”, our Pandit Nehru nicknamed her,

 Indeed, she rendered her voice for the world peace,

 In U.N Assembly, all stood as one, to applaud her.

 The first Indian musician to win the coveted place.

 

Was humble as ever, fame in steep rise again,

 Humility personified, donating time and again,

Title deeds, copy rights all donated for charity,

Magsaysay award crowning her with impunity.

 

Magnificently dressed in an ever pleasing attire,

 Kanchipuram blue silk was her sprightly affair.

Symbolized MS blue, to be named hereinafter.

Bindu, the sparkling diamond stud, add the flair.

 

Padma awards garlanded, Bharat Ratna crowned,

Her smiling charming face, yet Hymns continued,

Thy voice, we all wish to go miles to be cherished,

We are proud to be an Indian, we bow before you

 

                                     THE CHOKED DISC.

The title appears weird, oft so bemusing and bewildering,

Common man is perplexed, so too  the medical fraternity,

Worried faces in gloom as one hears of this in full swing,

Medicos, neurologist, the oculists all summoned in unity.

They do meet eye to eye, oft when the diagnosis in doubt.

The persons, of any age, young or old, no sex is immune,

Intractable headache for a protracted time reigns instead,

 Patients all in distress, the medicos in all choked in vain.

 

Many a time a common plight, opinions differ and dither, 

Neurologist claims a  lesion in brain, none refutes too.

Scan, screening reveals a doubt, none certifying for sure,

Oculists joins the chorus scoping, hoping  a fundus review.

 

Choked disc in medical parlor is Papilloedema’s nick name,

Cerebrospinal fluid in brain, has a block in its smooth drain, 

Causing the headache, an Achilles’ heel for medical team, 

Pupils behave normally, vision not in stress ,patients in pain. 

Clinical sign spins around the Optic disc, portends a picture,

Nerve head in swell, veins engorged, in dismay, oft in bleed,

Artery in question  pulsate  on demand, a gloomy picture, 

Tumor in sight or a hypertension may reveal the true creed.

 

All said and done, a bed side aid  revels at the zero hour, 

Oculists’ armamentarium  for help  on an urgent demand,

You can trust your own eyes, to decide the cause for sure,

 A noble tool oft ignored, yet it reigns  for a shrewd reward.

                                                                               

 

 

THROUGH THE PUPIL

English Oh!, a wonderful language, roots go very deep as well,

The more, one dwells within, the more one gathers in  a swell,

Where  you can recite a verse  in a play  and play in a recital,

You can drive in parkways and yet park in driveways as well.

One such word puzzled me, forced me to browse it very well, 

Pupil, the word oft  familiar to the oculist, helping  me to dwell. 

Heard  every morn, the headcounts loudly spell this as a whole,

 Besides the student, it conveys the novice or the follower’s role, 

All living things under the sky enjoy their sight  on the whole, 

Iris of the eye also permits the light through this central hole,

This hiatus in iris, the most looked by clinicians on the whole,  

The size, the shape or its color or its occlusion spells its role,

Ability or inability to conduct light spreads bloom or gloom,

The much sought after organ on view  in intensive care room.

Usually one in each eye, rarely two, a conduit for light or sight, 

Physician’s  diagnostic aid, when the patient is in bad plight.

Drugs, poisons, head injury or eye disease all show up in daylight,

In a coma state, the surgeons and physicians’ lead kindly to light.

Living with bloom or lying in state, the pupil decides the state,

Responds to  light in life ,to go dilated and fixed, decides the fate.

  

Oculist’s bread and butter, lunch or supper, the pupil is the decider,  

Optic nerve in health or disease, also the evidence of a brain teaser,

Fluid pressure of brain and eye, pupils show, to lead the  bandwagon,

Non reacting  partner oft reveals  the flamed  sight in inflammation.

Medical Jargon adds  surnames to pinpoint the disease in question, 

To assess the state of brain or eyes  to aid the treatment in  precision, 

Marcus Gunn pupil, Adie’s and Horner’s and the pin point pupil 

Like a novice medico  in darkness, it’s ever a  rigmarole pupil 

 

 

 

A STOLEN WATCH AND A MATCHLESS ACT…

     

My job or my name not the topic of concern here,

An invitee for my bosom friend’s nuptial function,

Yours truly arrivng early, on time to be there, 

My role, welcome the invitees for the reception . 

   

An old man in his late seventies, too  arrived on time.

The sight of his gait and height, triggered my brain,

Was our teacher in secondary school, in his prime,

Memory in rewind, I was rushing to meet him again.

We exchanged the civilities, I queried his memories,

Firstly giving my years under his tutorship and all, 

Reviving an incident in the class, stirring  his  queries,

He recollected the same after a few minutes in stall.

 

A mate in my class, lost his new wrist watch one day,

A  watch, his first one  in those rare  days of yore,

Was missing after the luncheon break to his dismay, 

The teenager was yelling in agony as never before.

This teacher entered the class, clueless to this plight, 

After a moment of silence, consoled the crying  boy,

 Boys in my class ordered to stand up, I lost my sight, 

 Oh! The watch in my pants, I was  a frightened toy.

Plead for a watch a week ago, my parents negated,

Found this watch from a play area, kept in my pant, 

Teacher ordered  everyone to keep our eyes closed, 

Fears of  humiliation and theft  were too imminent.  

Teacher searched all and asked us to open our eyes,  

The teacher all in smile, showed the shining watch,

He never looked at me, yet the boy got his lost  gift, 

Till this day, none yet knew who stole the watch.  

 

This was the teacher I met after two decades today, 

Who saved my blushes, transformed my character, 

Was a different boy thereafter, never once astray, 

This act of his taught me lessons, one after another.

Remember, once caught red handed in every  crime,

Demoralizes the victim before the society as well,  

After my schooling, I forgot  this man of sublime, 

Until this day, his nobility indeed reigned my will.

        

As I narrated  the  incident, his face  did beam in  joy,

 I couldn’t hide my feels, how he traced the snatch, 

 Knowing the truth, why did  he hide to save my day,

 Teacher said, he too never knew who had the watch.

I was bewildered, asking him, how it did  happen,

The teacher was calm and firm in his answer too,

How could one see, when his eyes were closed then,

None saw, yet  the  owner got the lost watch too.

   

The sculptor, here, shaped the raw stone to remodel,

Chiseling the edges, infusing life into it to perfection, 

Correcting the flaws, instilling  moral values to citadel,  

My doubts answered forever, I revere thy profession.

[ A sublime tribute to all my teachers, at all levels]

 

FRUITFUL ENDEAVOUR ..FULFILLING DREAM

Humans  have ambitions from day one, in their own life.

Vary with age, needs and the feasibility of such a  dream.

Own a house, ranks the top among the desires oft in strife . 

For this feat, many factors may deter slowing this stream.

Time waits for none, nor does the finances or the  desire,  

 Own one in an alien land, still a daunting one to purchase, 

 Rules of the land  differ, laws unfamiliar, loans all differ,  

 Final moment of joy wins over the hardships in the chase.

With all such tensions in prevail, enjoy this moment now,

A moment you, will cherish forever, an ambition in fulfill,  

Every brick, every room has a story to tell you tomorrow, 

Let thy hearts beat together  in this moment of  thrill.

Warming the milk ushers  in better things for your morn,

Let this warmth embrace love ,merriment to last forever,  

Bring memories of the beautiful past to enjoy  the present,  

Preserve it for the future to cherish it as a treasure forever

 WANDERING  AS A CLOUD

My  story may not ceate waves in your beach

May make you to sit up and hear my demise, 

Alive in person but dead by records in breach, 

Call by any name, the unusual event in surmise. 

 My life in brief, a handsome spinster in short, 

Monthly earnings enough to meet my needs,

Attachments, bank deposits never in boost, 

 Friends, my Achilles’ heel, never in my thoughts.

Ongoing pandemic stripped my job in a burst,  

Had to vacate rented house, funds not in flow, 

Begged  my “Friends” for funds all in no avail,

Quit the house, penniless ,lurching in darkness.

Hit by storm and struck by a lightning, a pity. 

 A thief robbed my all empty purse in my stretch, 

 Darkness hid my vision, I lost my sole identity,  

 Boarded the train  for a station in my reach.

 Newspaper revealed the ‘’Truth’’ I am no more, 

 Thief in his hurry with a big “theft” got killed, 

  Hit and run, his face was mangled beyond identity,

  His bounty showing my photo identity  instead,

 Kept my mobile in a silent mode to watch the fun,

 Friends called in plenty, face book sang my praises,

 Arranged for a decent funeral, collecting all funds,

 Banners, condolence meetings  held singing my deeds.

 Rare boon to hear about my death when  I am alive, 

 Fate is sometimes cruel, how come you can witness,

 A masked face hid my identity, while enjoying the fun

                                                                                                                                        Leaving this earth to wander as a lonely cloud in future.

          

 

UNLAWFUL THEFT….A   LAWFUL GIFT SOMETIMES….  

Thefts everywhere  not an unknown feature, in fact is more in some place,

 Reasons may be trivial, quality and quantity and may be here out of place,

 Causes may be a lack of proper upbringing, poverty or mental aberration,

None wants to be renamed as thief, nor it’s a inborn talent or a recreation.

 

In spite  of all  this, some relish to thrive on continuing this mischief forever,

Careless attitude, failure to stash  cash  safely or keep all under safe cover,

Serves their job to nicety ,thus  escaping from not reporting to cops either, 

Gold or currency, white or black, makes  the thieves getting more power.

 

But here is different, a case before  the Judiciary for punishment for theft,

A teen aged boy was caught red handed for stealing from a supermarket, 

The shop owner caught the boy with cheese and bread, cops doing the rest

 None bothered to query the boy, the reason for the theft, but the Judge did.

 

 

The boy, was in shaking with tremors in lips, uncovered his version in tears,

Broke and penniless was he, losing his job too ,for availing a leave in years,

Mechanic threw him out, he was  trying to buy food for his  ailing mother,

His father died when he was in his early years, hence none to work either.

 

Mother fell sick, he is  now broke and penniless, pleading  for help and alms,

None helping his cause either, he was forced to shoplift breads and jams,

Hearing this, the Judge was in tears and verified the truth of his statement,

Proclaimed his judgement, at once by donating dollars from his own pocket.

 

Didn’t stop from there, penalized  all the police for the careless case diary,

The shop owner was penalized  for a hefty sum, adding insult to the injury,

 Delivered a message before the court, that the Society  is the culprit here,

 Boy was in tears, so too the entire court , Judge relieved his discomfiture