JUST BUSY
@ Geetha Ravindran
The red numbers of my calendar
Always keep laughing at me
Allure me
Come near, come near
Prompt me
Ho! But no, not yet finished
To be at your arms
Duties… lots and lots of them, undone
Nag me, drag me
Drain me drop by drop
Taint me tint by tint
We’re to be cared of
They snatch every bit of me
And at the end as you turn up
Dear holiday,
No holidaying left for me
Look, I am intoxicated
Indeed
A real workaholic!
@ GEETHA RAVINDRAN
Open up to us
Lingering on to the forbearance
They plead
Counting on to the endurance
They trudge with their destiny
A call, an appeal
The mothers to feed their off springs
Tuckered in the anguish of
Unforeseen nemesis
Their homes were their world..
In and around their lives whirled…
The coercion when smudged into
Their land, their soil
Here they are
Being chased
Drowned into the foul mess
Keep trudging on and on
With their arms of appeal spread
Drenched in hunger, a slinky bulge
Approaching
Sunken in thirst, a skinny kid
Urging for alms
They wait for you,
For a meager bit of bread
Unkempt, to hide their shame
Do arise, country men
Throw away
The annihilating rivalry
The Itching burns on humanity
Open those shut doors
Crush those barricades
Let them enter into the domains
Of their right for livelihood.
ODE TO A CITY
@ GEETHA RAVINDRAN
Whether a day breaks or dies down
A night dives into darkness or illuminates
in moonlight
The city is too lively
In amalgamated moods;
Treading with the tunes of its own
In polished ever varying trends
Cheering in passionate colours
Echoing every thrilling tone
As if the lights and sounds
Decor in ornamental outfits!
Often in the huge mask
Of a demon-like creature
Roaring under frustrations and anguish
Multiplying the thirst and hunger
The city opens itself
To deceptive calls that seem inviting!
Trapped are men like rats,
Furiously toddling now and then
On and off, everywhere.
Sometimes draped in the attire of
A middle-aged woman
The city hangs down,
Tired in a day’s routine tantrums
Longing for a lavish midday slumber!
The city leads to an exciting phase
As when a cool breeze awakes
Cooing the hard some agonies
When the dusk nears soothing
It too starts giggling and kidding
Playing hide n’ seek, rolling under the
drifting feet, submitting itself
For sublime catches, leaping high and far
To invade every crowded spot!
Spasmodic is its ebbing, enticed are
The paramecia
Nausea suffocates
Men gambling in streets and
Some inside the intoxicated fineries of malls!
Every minute second being computed
To the cash-tracking machinery!
Alarming is the gigantic eruption of
Anti-social plagiarism!
The city on its own is growing
Capturing grassy greens
Lush valleys, deep forests and
Lands in acres, otherwise of great
Utility values for the livestock,
Gets past now the whims of
Nature’s destiny!
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@GEETHA RAVINDRAN –
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l wonder
How moody I dissolve
Into the lousy track of immobility
Simply crushed into granules of
The steadfast time…
Sweeping…
Strongly willing to adapt
To the shabby surroundings
I lay idle as if on a cozy carpet
Sprinkled on it are
Too many duties undone
I just pretend to trespass
Those what left behind
Acting not to regret
Though I am being mimicked
Still surprised I gasp
How could it happen?
Wake up, wake up-
Someone’s prompting
To rouse my spirits, yet
I drown deep into the chasm
Losing even to perspire
THE TIME TRICKS
@ GEETHA RAVINDRAN.
I would multicast
Every of my beats
Nevertheless
Synchronizing with
These uneasy ticks…
These trickling down
Droplets of each click of time
Aren’t they tricking me?
Yet, they clarify and certify
The dying fluctuations
Over cast on every instinct
At instants, unwarranted
As each moment droops
Waiting for none
And not tempting
Anyone to wail or mourn
Just waning into
The huge emptiness
Oh! That caught me in awe, I felt being dragged
My dwindling emotions strikingly arrested!
Slowly I found myself escalating in a fervour
The sparks from those eyes welding the gaps
Suspicions just vaporized, leaving nothing dark!
His body spoke with an inane build-up
Matched surprisingly to his steps to the podium
The mesmerizing words spilt out so mildly
Yet modulated were those with a profound voice
Commanding the attention of every corner.
Spellbound, my eyeballs rolled and ears spread
Anxiously grasping every bit of notion he sprayed
Heart in resonance vibrated, letting the brain wide open
To be stormed by the wonderful realms of relativity
Time and space playing miraculous proximity!
Not only just impressed, but strikingly inspired!
I chose to leap into the depths of physics,
I owe to my mentor, my Professor the guide
Who ignited in me to love the subject, Physics
And thus the passion for teaching sprouted in me.
In the clumsily shrouded
Backlogs of multiple pages
Torn and worn out
Yet fast retreating
The front line memories
These scattered shards
Yes, these certainly are
My butchered and severed
Mutilated dreams of love
From heart to heart
Once those waved
And thrilled,
Now, seem to die in fret
The weather is funereal
Just aiming at one and only me In havoc,
do taunt me
It’s the ever clouding
Low skies of friendship
Drizzling in the marshes of Estuary,
I am pained!
Totally broken…
None to condole
None to shed a drop of tear
Neither a glance passing by,
Broken my esteemed mirror of
Faithful courtship
My confidence simply spiraling…
My lips may crack drying
Bony cheeks may crave for loving kisses
Forehead, drawn in frenzy scars and curls
May my skin be whacked in wrinkles
Oh! True! My hair too would chase back
The years of the glamorous life
Now clad in a rusty white
My eyes, ears, skin, and
Every inch seen out
May lament on the bygone…
Legs may limb, thighs cramp
May the joints ache in unison
Those around may mimic and gossip
Scold or scowl
‘Hey man! You too old!
Why not lay aside
And just rest in a corner?’
Yet, my idling body will
For sure, revolt
Lingering on an inner voice
“Myself must I remake”
Pointing to the throbbing heart
In high moods, sound n stout
Clasping hands with sweet poesies
Ready to step in tunes
With the lovely grandkids like a child.
Look at the man stooping down,
his hands shivering to plead
just for a dime!
enraptured are on the forehead
simmering into stories untold
and never screened
Lashing below the eyelids
fringed are vivid dark metaphors
Greyed are those curvatures on cheeks
plain holding the faded smiles
Rusted to ash tinges
the lips seem shy there
The long erratic episodes one after other
Enacting frantically in clumsy swings…
Many more are stretched on the bare chest
Waiting to be cruised in fragile moves
Deep melodious rhymes are tuned
along the shrunken belly in parallel beams
Adorned the bilious palms in loops n curls
Those crippled segments take their turns
on the lame feet in every aimless descend,
Beneath indeterminate umpteen lines of life,
cuddled are amaranthine lifespans!
No one at home for a day or two
With the merriment of being left alone
A girl in me peeping up,
I turn this way and that
On my lousy silky bed
Hands cupped the cheeks
to heat up the thrill
curling like a cute earthworm in circles
The bedspread twisting round
On my lousy loosened body
I pretend not to see the day widely opened
splashing its rigorous beams
wake up calls unheard.
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