Monday, June 19, 2006

Puppy in a bag

Carried by a dainty heiress
in a beautiful velvet satchel.

Peeking through perforation
with plain look of consternation.

No need for perambulation because
swinging in a royal procession.

Great sense of repletion with
slight sense of suffocation.

Enjoying all the attention
while vying for liberation.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

I borrowed

Green from spring's first leaf
Red from rose's velvet petal
Yellow from the sun's morning ray.

Blue from the ocean's mighty wave
And Black from the darkest night
To paint your perfect portrait.

You took a glimpse and smiled a
smile so dainty and nice I marvel
what color can capture that shine?

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Suicide by farmers: families may get relief

There has been so much research and numerous committees formed to study and abate the suicide plight of farmers in India, but nothing concrete has been done. Panels are yet to submit their report and a new National Agricultural Policy seems a distant dream.

Much has also been said and written on this topic and I learn from latest reports that 143 farmers committed suicide in 2005 - 2006.

http://www.indiatogether.org/agriculture/opeds.htm has some interesting insights.

For a change, here's my post in the form of a poem.

Laughter and songs are not rare
in our lives filled with peace
barn is teeming and the well full
plenty to eat and more to give.

Yellow wheat dances in the breeze
house is filled with niceties
rains make the wet ground sing
birds and cattle joining in.

Somewhere my mind moves to and fro
tells me it's not true, not verity
startled, I wake to a moving cry
yes, it is a dream, was a reality.

As transit of Venus, nimbus is rare
which has driven us to abjection
there's a graft amidst sun and rain
one ever to stay, other never seen.

This land betrayed me and my brethren
earth allover, not a blade of grass
we beseech and pray, only to move
from peace of Gods to wrath of Gods.

My child's wails sound far away
my own stomach grumbles loudly -
disrupts all my senses instantly
and benumbs emotions gradually.

Eyes are dry like the arid land
on which, I can barely stand.
weighed down by debt and hunger
I kneel and kiss it one last time.

We've eaten rats and eaten mice
but this last supper is contrary
a potion in the guise of Atmit
that I've culled with grief.

I hate to weigh my harsh measure
my family, too spent to ask or heed.
I have no choice left, but to
give us all that eternal rest.

Their eyes gleam as they indulge
mine quietly shut to fend my guilt.
I secretly wait for the inevitable
hoping I'd fall before the rest.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

The Magician's daughter

Bring paper to flower and fur
And move towering manors around
Turn spherule to velvet and water
And change things that surround.

She was angelic than my sorcery
My seraph, my priceless treasure
While I beguiled all the gallery
Death clipped me in a juncture.

All my conjury was in vain
Magic couldn't keep her alive
As she writhed and cried in pain
Darkness kissed her out of life.

Was she just another illusion
That darted past a charmer's vision?