Sunday, November 30, 2014


Those were happy days.
He had parents, siblings,
uncles, aunties close
and beloved relatives in
the immediate neighbourhood.
Along with the passage of time
he grew up like a
coconut plant growing up
into a coconut tree with coconuts aplenty
and his near and dear ones
including him went in different directions.
Several of his elders
bid adieu and left to Heaven.
With them departing from all,
now none is left behind
in the village where he
was born and brought up.
Those days of nostalgia too have
‘gone with the wind’.
He knew in the bottom of his heart
with the wheel turning a full circle
he finds himself in
this part of the world
with his wife and children.
This is not only his
story but the stories of
many a people are like this.
we are all ‘creatures of circumstances’
and have

no let-up from them…

Friday, November 28, 2014


Memories are like one’s
while some children
right from the kindergarten days
are studious
others often play truant.
Rewarding the studious
children and whiplashing
the truant ones are of no use.
Studious ones in the
course of their life
turn civil servants, scientists, professors,
doctors or engineers et al
the truant ones in the
course of their life
evolve into politicians
ministers, rulers or law-enforcers
who occupy positions of power
and rule the once studious
hard-working, dynamic and enterprising ones
holding the reins and command the
first category and
direct them to follow their diktats.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014


The day on which
you visited my home
together with your parents
and a few close relatives
I was all joy and happiness.
Only after you went
with your near and dear
I felt something missing within me.
While I was groping
along the dark alleys of my mind   
the light I saw at the end of tunnel
I knew you have stolen my heart.
In the night
after slumping into the bed and lay
your face started playing
hide and seek game
robbing away with my heart.
You came from nowhere in the thick of night
and entered my bed-room stealthily
and lay by my side you asked me :
‘you are still sleepless?’.
I couldn’t find words
to explain my predicament
since I  was drowned in the pond of overjoy.
Hugging me planting kisses galore
down my forehead
lips, cheeks, hillocks and my valleys
you were emotions unlimited
you lay by my side until
I fell asleep
deep sleep it was.
In the morning when
I woke up from
slumber you were not by my side.
My delight vanished and
I plunged into the abyss
of melancholy.
I awaited patiently until
the darkness got thickened.
But you didn’t turn up 
leaving me in tears
and I felt like my
senses going haywire…..
I was still certain you
would come to me one day……

Monday, November 24, 2014


Always living in the past is foolishness.
It is like swimming
against the river of fluid.
Even  a great
swimming champion can’t move far
and it is dangerous.
Getting drowned in the
river of fluid is common.
The more one tries, the
less one can move ahead
before he/she reaches
the finishing line.
Let bygones be bygones,
I would advise.
Future is always unpredictable 
and uncertain.
Hence weaving a dream net
is always impossible and immaterial.
True, to set an eye
in the future is good
but you may not be able to
reach your goal.
Always try to
live in the present
this moment, this second,
this minute
you could taste the
sweetness of the present.
Your imagination won’t
wander thru the forests
and it would remain  in
the present only and
that would make you
cheerful and delightful.
Be you a rich man or
a poor man living in
the present is of primary importance.
Never try to rewind,
never try to forward wind
but for something important

some thing important….

Friday, November 21, 2014


One day the new landlord
along with his labourers 
came by lorry from elsewhere
followed by the JCBs.
First and foremost they
removed the gate
after which four tall 
compound walls demolished.
The huge pretty house
in the middle of the property
was brought down
and ensured that
not even a  single
remnant of the destroyed
structure was left behind.
The owner who was watching  
the entire structure
saw to it that the work was in progress.
as per his instructions
labourers uprooted the trees and plants
in the already drought-hit garden.
The land was leveled
as directed by him and
by evening thy returned
They came back next day morning
and took up the thread of the work
they left behind yesterday.
What happened to the
occupants of the house
along with the
former landlord, his wife
three girls  and their young brother.
A emptiness left in his mind
and memories of his love-affair
with the young, cute, attractive girl of
the house for a long duration entwined him.
Whither went the enigmatic girl
was the nagging question
tormenting his mind, her face  
without being able to
erase from his mind.
His old, golden memories
of the past flowed like
a ‘stream of consciousness’.
In the meanwhile
he was asking himself
what would be the plan
of the new owner in
future who  had taken up
the mantle handed over

to him by the former landlord?   

Thursday, November 20, 2014


Riding the crest of popular wave
he was voted to power
with a thumping   majority.
From the very day
the party elected him
as Prime Ministerial candidate
he plunged into the fray
six months before the
elections were scheduled.
He went on a whirlwind
tour of election campaign
across the country
and conquered the minds
of majority of electorate
with his oratorial skill.
The D-day approached
within six months
during which time he had
delivered rousing speeches and
upsetting everyone’s expectations
his party  emerged victorious hands down.
While he was on a
whirlwind tour around the nation
highlighting the plight
of poor people
and vowing to lift them 
above poverty line
he could capture the hearts
of suffering millions.
Upon assuming the charge of Prime Minister
within two –three months
contrary to the expectations
of the poor
he and his party sided
with the industrialists
and businessmen  
caring two hoots for
the dark plight of poor people.
The gap between the rich
and poor got wider and wider
and the sinister game continues
leaving the poor
and middle-class in the lurch.
All parties while taking
the plunge into the
election arena
always swear by the welfare of them
by ameliorating
the pathetic conditions of the suffering millions.

He and his party are no different.

Monday, November 17, 2014


Allow me to come out of the
shell of the star
in which I spend my lonely days
to come out and stand on my legs,
take a prolonged sighs of relief
and look down on the
vast sprawling Mother Earth
who gave birth to me
and jump with joy
and exhilaration
when I find out my residence 
among thousands of
residences belonging to various guys.
I can very well stand
erect and look upon
them - my wife and children
while they take a
walk down the courtyard
in the moonlight
looking around cracking
jokes, playing pranks
and occasionally looking up
they happen to see me
watching with delight
from the sky.
The amount of joy and pleasure
they enjoy
singing, dancing and jumping up frequently
are immeasurable.
Such are the feelings
I too enjoy
when I feel assured
that they still recount
the love and fondness I proffered on them 
all still etched on the soft
walls of petals of a red rose
I get elated.
Watching them sharing happy moments
for hours together until I
return to the star
with agony and sorrow enveloping us
is unbearable.

Friday, November 14, 2014


In the early hours of the morning
I woke up at 6 AM sharp as usual.
My wife had already woken up 
and after her routine chores
she entered the kitchen
and prepared a cup of
hot black coffee
and brought it to me
I woke up from the bed and she
handed over the cup of black coffee.
Like a person sipping
liquor in an air-conditioned bar
I started sipping the
sweet black coffee
enjoying each sip 
praising my beloved wife
for preparing such
a nice cup of
coffee silently.
I threw my hands
in to the air followed
by a deep sigh of relief.
I unlocked the door to the verandah
where the  day’s newspapers
one in vernacular language
and the other in English were left behind
by the newspaper boy.
Picking up the newspapers
and reclining conveniently
in my easy chair
and began leafing thru the page.
Though  the newspapers
convey the news of tragedies
be them regional, national
and international
the newspapers have
already evolved into
opium  which easily enslaves us.
‘Hello good morning’
the lottery vendor Chakkappan
unexpectedly was standing
infront of me with folded hands.
‘Sir, have you kept the
lottery ticket safely
in your possession’?
- he was asking
‘Certainly’ – I answered him.
‘Then go through the paper
and verify your ticket
with that of the newspaper’ – he implored.
I went inside within no
time and brought the
ticket and verified my number
with that of the newspaper.
Overwhelmed with joy
and pleasant surprise
I glanced again and
again at the ticket
which has won first prize.
My joy knew no bounds
and felt like jumping
again and again and called 
my wife and divulged
the happy news of winning first  prize
amounting one crore rupees.
Chackappan too was delighted
and pleaded with me to
go to the bank with the
clock at the stroke of 10AM.
As told by Chackappan
to go straight to the bank
I rushed to the bank
where I had opened an
account a year back.
I went direct to the
cabin where the manager
was seated who looked
serious and on seeing me
and my wife he frowned
at us which we didn’t care. 
I took out the ticket
from my pocket.
‘Sir I am so and so
I have won one crore that
is the first prize’ and
handed it over to him for verification.
Manager shed his arrogance
and exasperation and glanced
at us respectfully.
He asked me to sign 
on the back of the
ticket and complied with his request. 
In the meanwhile
two cups full of
Nescafe, one for me
and one for my wife
I was wondering
whenever I came to
the bank in the past
he was not even willing to
even listen to
my grievances and one day
in the past he even went
to the extent of ordering
me to get out.
‘The same idiot is
full of smiles and
praises towards us’

Money is power, you know.  

Thursday, November 13, 2014


It is rumoured that Aboobacker-Al-Baghdadi, the self-proclaimed Caliph of Islamic State (IS) is no more as per  unconfirmed reports floating in the air about which even US is not sure. On the fateful day, across the rough terrains of Mosul, a large gathering of Islamic State militants assembled to chalk out future strategies about how to respond to the massive bombardments by the forces loyal to US and its allies and also to condole the killings of hundreds of thousands of civilians and militia who courted martyrdom who dedicated their service to protect the Islamic State (IS) which was formed by the annexation of parts of Syria and Iraq.
US which has already declared an offer of $10 million to whoever points out the whereabouts of Mr.Baghdadi who is more popular than Aymen-Al-Zavahiri who occupies No:1 position in Al-Quaeda after the assassination of Osama-Bin-Laden by the forces of US at Abottabad in Pakistan who was residing comfortably with his wives, children and  grand children in a spacious house. Who pointed his finger at him and passed on the hot news to US is still a mystery. And now after more than one year news emanating from US points towards a different story. That the man who was supposed to have pumped bullets on Osama-Bin-Laden and ensured his ‘death’ was not Rob O’Neill who we were told to believe but by who did the job is still unknown. Mr Laden, it was reported, was later carried away by the US and thrown out into an ocean which too is a mystery since US has not revealed to the world for reasons best known to it.
Now that new versions of the story has come about – all contradictory whether Laden was actually killed and if he was assassinated who was the ‘hero’ who performed, no one knows anything for sure.
So be it. Now that US has shifted its mission to Iraq for tackling the menace of the Islamic State led by Aboobacker-Ali-Baghdadi and his forces. Whether Baghdadi succumbed to the injuries after the massive bombardment of Mosul where assembled a number of Islamic State militants, whether he was very much present in the large gathering, whether he has been injured in the attack all are distant possibilities. Being the unquestioned leader of IS who must have had a protective wall provided by his followers, it is not that easy to finish him off.
With even Pentagon is keeping its fingers crossed how could we the outsiders reach a conclusion of his death?
The billion dollar question remaining unanswered is how long the war is poised to last, whether US will be lucky to emerge successful in its crusade against the destruction of Islamic State (IS) which if allowed to grow tall, it is US which is bound to suffer the worst of its kind in the end, US is unlikely to spoil an opportunity.
It is something funny on recalling that the former Nobel Laureate for peace, Mr Barack Obama has been put in a piquant situation. As defence strategist Brahma Chellany points out Barack Obama has seized a rare victory of intervening in the internal affairs of seven nations. How’z that?

Tuesday, November 11, 2014


Shed your baggage of arrogance
in a deep pitch of unfathomed depths.
Throw away your
overbearing nature in the Arabian sea
or for that matter any sea or ocean.
Love you can, hate you can,
but never try to destroy a person
out of personal vendetta
or for nurturing a grudge
you keep with since a long period.
Never stab your friend
or well-wishers in the back
like Brutus did to
Julius Caesar forcing
him to utter ‘Ye tu Brutus’ in gnawing pain
of both of body and soul.
In this world
even in the first half of 21st century
arrogance, overbearing attitudes, destruction spree,
rampant deception etc etc
we are left  with no other option
but learn to live with all evils……

spreading across the world….. 

Sunday, November 9, 2014


On the look-out for
my friend
who went missing since an year
I have already traversed
long distance
rivers, streams, hills,
mountains, villages
and cities…..
and despite all my search
I couldn’t fish him out.
But on reaching this holy land
I had an intuition that
he must be somewhere here
immersed in meditation
and I vowed to find
him wherever he was
and with that intuition
in my mind
I spent a long duration
searching him on the
nook and cranny of the land
inquired about such a man
whose features I explained
to each man in detail
and I could get the stock reply
which was that all
of them are recalling
such a man
but none could point out
where he was…
Caressing and embracing
such a dream
I couldn’t feel like
leaving this land
and I am very much
here since a long period
often pondering about
the possibility of
someone from my village
roaming and roaming across
this land in search of myself…
I never nursed and nurtured
the hope of leaving this land

and return to my village….

Thursday, November 6, 2014


The sky was thick dark and cloudy that night
with  the moon and stars went into hiding
he was riding the bike tooting the horn to his house
where his wife and son were waiting for his arrival
with their hearts pounding
since they were apprehending danger to his life
by his enemies for quite sometime then
who had taken a vow to blow out the flame of his life.
But a fearless he roamed thru the
streets in broad day-light  
and thick and dark nights alike.
Thru the rear view mirror
he saw approximately five or six
two wheelers following him.
The fearless young man
sensed the approaching
danger about to knock him down.
Still he rode with uniform speed and
cared two hoots to who were following him.
The sky opened up unexpectedly
and a heavy downpour resulted
drenching him and those following him.
Since they were riding
their vehicles with maximum speed
and surrrounded him.
Within no time
they hacked him several
times with lethal weapons until they ensured
and confirmed his death
and disappeared from the scene. 
The mother and son were
still awaiting his arrival while he
was lying in a pool of blood

in the middle of the road. 

Tuesday, November 4, 2014


It is often said that
the route to hell is
wide and safe
with no steep hills or
hillocks and unfathomed depths
and the route to heaven is narrow
with cracks and potholes
along the way and with occasional
hills or hillocks.
The souls of
evil and blessed ones
believing the dictum
passed over to them
by  their predecessors
rush to the so-called
heaven to which both the
blessed and accursed sinners
rush past each other.
The route to the hell
as already mentioned
doesn’t have any
takers and the path is
always deserted with
not even a single
soul choosing the
path apprehending that
it would lead to hell
and not even a
single soul blessed or accursed
knows not which route leads
to heaven and which
route leads to hell
with obfuscation ruling the roost.
In these strange times
not even a single human-being
cares not and believes not

whether heaven or hell does exist.  

Monday, November 3, 2014


Beggars never strike work,
since it is they
who are the ultimate losers.
Like the beggars
roam about the sidewalks of towns, cities and villages
when an impoverished nation
falls into a poverty-trap
it seeks assistance  to lift itself
from the clutches of hunger.
Begging after all is an art of living
like any other profession.

Saturday, November 1, 2014


Another advent of
spring in our country
after a gap of three
spring  seasons of drought.
The drought hit fields
with cracks developing all around
as if in a magic have disappeared
plunging us into a sublime feeling
with our jasmine fields
full of blooms
spreading scent
have spread far and wide.
The evil spirits of
wickedness and witchcrafts
suffered by the neighbouring nations
with the scent
of jasmine blooms acting
as catalysts
have been banished and erased
many a dictator from history.
Still a few
like leeches are bent upon continuing
and sucking blood
of many persist.
Still we hope against hopes
and with cautious optimism
one day the jasmine
fields bearing jasmine blooms

would spread the world over one day…..