Estrangement 

Melancholia of desolation is beyond words

Many hapless people suffer from alienation 

No pertinence in blaming the youngsters or offsprings 

They are forced to go either abroad or elsewhere 

Seeking livelihood and to mould their future 

Leaving their homes and oldsters in seclusion 

But the old are victimised to suffer the empty nest syndrome 

For man has become a social animal in the course of evolution 

As a man he needs confreres to associate with 

A soul mate to discuss and ruminate the past 

Recognition is a must for his survival 

Longs to be loved and recognised without conditions 

But one can reprogram and be alone without stress 

Can flirt with solitude and make it his Dulcinea 

In this expeditiously changing world one must adapt to the changes 

Otherwise life will be humdrum and 

monotonous 

Keep learning and indulge in mind refreshing activities 

Once one stops learning he starts dying 

 Body and soul must be kept agile and ready 

Not to argue or debate but to discuss and learn 

It’s a process one has to master to keep his quiver full 

Remember everyone has a constant unsolicited companion -death 

Remember birth is nothing but the beginning of death 

Some march slowly to death some others suddenly 

Eventually everyone succumbs in the end 

Death a very close one to an oldster 

But maybe a little far away to a youngster 

But death is stalking and ready to prance upon us 

Don’t panic go on your way do your business and don’t bother 

Before it comes you have miles to go and complete a lot 

Indulge in your journey with joy and happiness as a skylark 

The ultimate goal of life is to attain ataraxia

It needs a lot of tools like love compassion the ability to forget and forgive. 

George 

 Death an integral part of life 

Is always walking sleeping and breathing with us 

An intimate friend our alter ego but often we don’t realise 

Perhaps we ignore to recognise and appreciate 

But nevertheless she appeals and prompts us to be her best friend 

We neglect and refuse out of our unyielding pride and subtle ego 

Thinking that we have eternity 

But hitherto she never has taken us with her 

And we foolishly think that she has taken her leave 

Instead of being thankful to her gracious gift 

So always we procrastinate to make maximum out of this moment 

The only time available and allotted to us 

When we fully enjoy this moment to the lees 

Death won’t be frightening and gruesome 

Otherwise it will raise hell out of nothing 

Never allowing us to lead a beautiful life 

Forbidding all joys and pleasantries of this world 

Making life difficult bitter and unbearable 

Not only to us but also to others around us 

We realise with a sudden quiver 

When we hear the murmurs of death very close to us 

We should have kept all relations in our grip

Never let it go away even for a while 

For our ego pseudo pride vested interests and selfishness

Often thwart our very essential 

thirst to love and be loved 

Does this sort of a life meaningful?

Not at all we must give it a new dimension 

Go out to the world and enjoy the delights it has in store 

Never hesitate a second to devour ravenously 

The permanent little things of the world 

Forgetting the evanescent bubbly life 

An apprehensive demon who prevents us from 

Running after the harmless delicacies of the world 

And little things that make our life easier and joyous 

So enrich the unsolicited life to the fullest 

Never harming others in words or deeds. 

When luck is on our side just ride it. 

George 

 Rain rain torrential rain 

The pertinacious,unrelenting and capricious rain 

Poured down ceaselessly making the region into an archipelago 

Making a cycloramic beautiful scenario 

But before it came the Terra firma 

Was parched,torrid and arid.

Even though I am a pluviophile 

Out of wrath I asked,"Who art thou?The rain answered my query,

"I'm the music of the Earth 

I orchestrate in different forms 

Without me life is not possible

I come down from the nimbus 

Satiating my thirst from the 

Oceans and plains until I am 

Saturated and indiscriminately 

I shower down in a torrent 

Over the arid earth making it slushy 

And exuding my unique fragrance petrichor 

Making everything joyous and happy 

And they quench their thirst guzzling me avidly 

All the trees sagged in supplication 

Humbly receiving it in graceful gratitude. 

."Adieu"I said with a mournful quiver. 

But the quiescent rain gave me 

A quizzical look and soothed me "I will come again but the interim 

Maybe long."and the rain nonchalantly faded away leaving 

me dumbfounded.

George of the woods 

Death A Requiem

 Death is hilarious to some , loathsome to others 

Why do fear it - the known world is spectacular 

The unknown is ought to be more wonderful 

Death is made fearful by the vendors of glory 

Glory of heaven- a tantalizing promise which they have no alfa and omega to give 

A promise rather difficult to delineate 

All corporal needs are sinful to them 

Denial of carnal joys is taught to be wholesome 

Only to satiate their gluttonous avarice for pecuniary broo 

Poor multitude are lured by their harangue to create a schism 

Fearing corporeal comeuppance in a gruesome hell 

They subjugate themselves to obsequious sycophancy to the deities 

The clandestine chicanery of the clergy is beyond perception

Life is something not to be wasted like some cesspool crass 

Fruitful and judicious use of life will bestow a rain of joy on us 

Like droplets of dew on grass make them sparkle 

Or like a dewy rose dancing in the early morn breeze 

Death is a portal an open sesame to a wondrous nothingness 

Not a horrible dream of untold horrors 

Death ought to be a universal phenomenon 

Until we are not touched we don’t care 

But when we are touched we do are moved

Dawn of long shadows is a miraculous gift 

Dusk of lengthy shadows is yet another sublime gift 

But shadowless noon is a blessing to most 

But gyrating eddies are common in a smooth flowing river 

The course is oft meandering over rocks and rubbles 

Yet it flows nonchalantly until it reaches its dusk

In life the moth hour of the eve is a skulduggery 

In black hole and baby universes we are infinitesimal 

Yet we strut like a turkey pompous and egoistical 

Only to end our ostentatious array and pomp under the pall

We strain to flow and reverberate the heavens 

We strain to glow and reach our havens 

The icky slush of the world will hold us lustful fast 

Hopping a rain on time will drown at last 

The woes and spells that are really evanescent 

We watch the streams and creeks flow fast

Down the dells they languidly slither with glee 

But no rains come to inundate and liberate us 

To flow and roar a thunderous course down 

To mature our course mellowed and slow 

Thus  we miss the dainty silken lofty clouds 

Eventually to flies and maggots tasty food we are 

Never we reach our estuarine calm we are subjected 

For calloused we are to the orgasmic ecstasies of life 

Nemesis reign on our parched perceptions 

Thirsting nothing and needing almost nothing at all 

Fearing none and possessing almost not a thing 

The realization dawns on us absolutely rare 

That our cherished goal is simply here the present 

Not baffled at the ford to choose a path 

We go fleeting to come back to where we are 

What we chase and what we greedily grab

Are very much here in a camouflaged grab

That we piously long the day to bask in the sun 

In death we seep into a dimensionless nothingness 

Majority make a living and live out in woo woo beliefs 

Birth is a beginning to death- we ooze slowly to the eventual culmination 

There a moment to moment living is solicited 

To replenish our life with memorable evocations

To carry to the grave as the requiem chimes 

Such a one has nothing to fear nothing to be scared of 

For the brave readily accepts the dastardly are cowed at the thought 

Instead of being the Egyptian thief  be a Scott 

George of the woods 

LOVE

 Love is a subtle emotion difficult to define 

It’s not a sense of belonging or a desire to possess 

Not merely a corporeal fulfilment 

But an ardent and burning aspiration to quench a longing 

To give only to give not to receive 

Recipiency is the resultant of giving 

When we give wholeheartedly the joy we get is boundless 

It helps us to view the world with a different perspective 

Giving is a form of love only when love is there we can let go 

The loathsome desire to cling to the mundane will go 

And the ultimate freedom will unfurl giving life a kaleidoscopic texture 

Anyone surged with love can be satisficed without any return 

One may be discriminated as a maverick 

But the albedo of the person is beyond perception 

Realise that the most beautiful things in the world are not just things 

They are people moments smiles 

places memories feelings and laughter 

They are the result of love abundant love

Then only we can feel the wondrous sights of the world 

In a different acuity that will give us immense joy and laughter 

A peaceful happy life is the yearning of all 

I hope the only path to it is love mercy and compassion. 

Some Reasons to be happy !

 The job you find irksome is the dream of the unemployed 

Cantankerous children you have is the dream of the childless 

Your abode however small it’s is the dream of the homeless 

Your little investment is the dream of the debtors 

Your robustness is the dream of the fatally sick 

Your little happiness is the dream of the hapless 

Almost all necessities of life are free of cost 

How happy we ought to be for the air we breathe is the gracious gift of nature 

All the water we need comes from the nimbus freely 

We need to exert for food but that keeps us agile and healthy 

The more the number to be happy the more happier we ought to be 

But we consider those little things are insignificant 

If we start to count numberless are the gifts we enjoy 

We have good sight to devour the endowment of nature 

Like damselflies flowers dancing meadows 

We have defect less auditory system to enjoy the music of nature 

Like the rain whispers of the foliage the songs of the birds 

Countless are the things in and around us 

But we always quibble over illogical things 

Making our minds murky instead of being happy

Be happy rejoice celebrate dance and sing like a lark