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meenas17 · 2 years ago
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Conversion
Hide and seek out theresun comes out staysfor a while, disappears. A light drizzle for minutesdownpour for seconds. dry for hours. it is the rain play. The day passes as suchtottering and tetheringNature holds control Birds foresee disasters, animals react in advance. it is man who stays ignorant. His pursuit for worldly richesdistances him from the environmentstays   dumb and deaf, Material…
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meenas17 · 2 years ago
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Not A Nostradamus
An entry ebullient.The feet that touched the head displaying a serpentine posture, the legs that struck to the cadenceexactly like the trot of the peacock the knees that squat elegantly while dancingunlike the shoddy exercise ones the hip that swirled and whirledlike a windy breeze. not too harsh.  Staying stagnant.The nimble feet have turned woodentoggle and struggle to walk, the slender legs…
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meenas17 · 2 years ago
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Oh! A Sunday
On Sundays my abode virtually shifts to a noiseless place.  A havenin heaven.  Early morning my brass bolsteredred gate displays variegated items,Newspapers shoved between them milk sachet in a suspended bag.I engage in solving sudoku and crossword puzzle, hunger creates a commotion,My criminal tastebuds do not brook unpalatable food, demand the besttaken out of stove. if salt, Karam, go…
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If winter comes can spring, be far behind
If winter comes can spring, be far behind
A set of people in the communitycan I dub them as nouveau riche?walk with their nose in the air,  a closeimage of a turkey strolling like a peacock, Dressed in flash sarees, Zari almost everywhereblouses intricately embroidered, sequins, shine,mirrors reflect, the neckline goes deep down,a fleshy bulge in the front. a small strip. goes round the back.tied with a petal like  knot, exposing every…
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meenas17 · 2 years ago
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Dumbbell
I am quiet, like a hummingbird,sing and talk to myself, become quieter in days,exist like a butterfly, minding my portfolio,turn quietest in years, an antithesis of acackling duck. People call me dumbbell. Being singled out by the family,where own blood sucks like a parasitewho behave like a sly fox– treacherousengaging in conflicts creating rancourforces me into hibernation. The external, I…
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meenas17 · 2 years ago
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Homecoming
Back home after a jaunt.a fortnight of being awaysets in a longing, in spiteof the other being my own. The second, a recent additionconspicuous for its grandeurbeautifully styled, a fusion of traditionand modern architecture gives me a sense of pridenot one of belonging.Alighting at the porch, of the oldI experience a sensation,  nostalgic. As I stepped in, I couldvisualize my mom openingthe…
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meenas17 · 2 years ago
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Satyagraha
Soon after his return from South Africa Mahatma Gandhi participates in the Indianfreedom struggle. Shunning violence he takes the cudgelsof Satvika.  He practises with faith India is freed decades later. Without weapons, without bloodshed,hitherto unknown to the world. Gandhirecovers the country from the British.
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meenas17 · 2 years ago
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My Dad on Wheels
My Dad on Wheels
Cycling in the eveningsoon after I come from schoolis my play.. Counting 1, 2, 3, I flylike a whirlwind, Zoom, zoom, the bicycle runskeeping pace with my anxiety.“Hai, Hai”, I wave to my cook who brings in a glass of milk. My enthusiasm grows. as my bicycletakes off like an airplane, whir, whir, I speed.  lose balance, suffer a jolt at count 20,I mind not the interruption. From 22 onwards I…
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meenas17 · 2 years ago
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Eyeing
My mother’s eyes stay behind follow me where I go. Overtake and come in front when I talk to strangers. The eyes give instructions,twinkle when I speak right, stare when I go wrong.cast down when I fail, caution when I am aboutto pronounce something important. They retreat when I am finished, walkwith me till I reach the destination.
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meenas17 · 2 years ago
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The garden looks uncouth ups and downs in the driveway, thud, thud go the vehicles. intermittent patches of grass high and low, a semblance of  a beard with tuft and stubble, stones and pebbles strewn around  deliver it unholy. To work affordable, I design  a lengthy lawn, measuring  100 feet by 5 feet, royal palms  stand as warriors each ten feet apart,  aloe Vera both green and red,…
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Status Quo Continues
 A lifelong wait has ended  I sigh with relief. Not too soon  it opens and closes like  a May flower, shimmers in the sun  shuts up at dusk. The carousel is transient  hours do not count  nor days stand in a row  it is years like a long tail  nearly a decade, a quarter  of a century to be precise.  crawling, walking, jogging,  running,’ sleeping, turning dormant,  picks a momentum,…
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Rainy Day
It is rain, rain, all day, like to shout in a cry” Rain, rain go awaycome again another day.” Stubborn she is in her playchildlike in her display.she comes down the whole daycreating an untold dismay. My open courtyard is loggedHelpless I watch the clogged   outlets clear the backlogswater escapes like a dissembling fog. Putting my feet back and forea game I indulged never before I enjoyed…
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meenas17 · 2 years ago
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Power Failure
In a place where electricity plays truant. with a few minutes brilliance the next ten minutes dim, the light  slowly dies down. Power generation is wherever it be   turns fickle and undependable, say for example   the political scenario Charges, could be either, price and prize go up calling for an emergency.  Mosquitoes pin me to a corner, suck my blood, I find big goosebumps, eyes…
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meenas17 · 2 years ago
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Harvard And Oxford -Down My Lane
Harvard And Oxford -Down My Lane
Mani cries, guava, papaya, jackfruit, all neatly sliced  His dad, sits besides, a heap  of tender coconuts lie in front, slashes the coconut with  a sizzle, takes out a tiny bark delivers with a sweet talk, a gesture expressing familiarity.  Rajamma and her husband kali sweat while preparing fried rice, mutton soup and omelets, masala  smell permeates. Ramani’s Tea stall, has…
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Indian Freedom
The Indian freedom movement,   saw Tilak, an extremist the father of the Indian freedom another noted one M. K, Gandhi,  who came from South Africa,  advocated Ahimsa, a Satvik way  of fighting, inducing millions of followers. One such being Narayanan,  son of a British supporter,  in his early twenties and the other is Saraswathi, daughter of a nationalist.  Both having decided…
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Lesser Knowns
Taj Mahal is astounding,  breathtaking, lovely, shouts the world.  A wonder. one of the seven  in the world, the only one in India–  hyperbolic in respects. Closer to me there are temples  built and formed out of caves,  eliciting the finest architecture, 12 Gopurams, 33000 sculptures, 1000 pillared hall, some produce  musical notes, an architectural marvel, called as Meenakshi…
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It is Ashtami-I Begin
It is Ashtami-I Begin
Ashtami and Navami  being the forbidden days  in the Hindu calendar, every fifteenth day  they knock the door, the most unwelcomed ones. They count eighth and ninth days  from Full and New Moons. A belief, that seems unbelievable.  says they are days which land  one in grief. This is mere superstition,  I tell my friends, just ignore  and go ahead.  It is between you and me, so to…
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