Strange encounters...

This poem is not about aliens :) !

Ever thought why she keeps calling and who's on the line,
When the tele-marketeer calls on a given morning at nine?

Ever remember that noble soul who led you all the way,
An unknown city, roads less traveled, by trust per se?

Ever wondered how the journey went past in lesser while,
Sitting next to a little child, with song along every mile?

Ever figured on the way back home, what's on a cabbie's mind,
Worrying if you struck a conversation, a tell-tale would unwind?

Ever appreciated the wise-cracks of a bus driver en route,
A man nice to you, but in traffic, among brutes is a brute?

Ever recollected the names of all your teachers in school,
Good or bad they tried their best, to help you fish in the pool?

Ever gave an opinion on what would be a better dress to choose,
To fellow-shopper, alone in the colorful riot, leashes let loose?

Ever tipped a handy man more generously for the errands run for you,
For money or not, the service he lends is not what your peers do?

Ever offered an old woman help to cross the crowded street,
Even if you didn't stop courteously, when in the busy-car fleet?

Ever questioned if we are meant to be meet strangers, just like this,
In the cosmic chaos of life, with social conduct codes amiss?

It's a dog's life ...

I've never had a pet. It's only been a while since I've been comfortable around dogs. But this post has got nothing to do with pets or dogs... if I may help, I think this is about the superiority complex of human beings ! I know we are not simple animals ... but we do have a knack for complicating things !

It's a dog's life... do they say?
When Tuffy enjoys the "jump and play",
When "fetch" isn't a monotonous word...
For greater loyalty that men find absurd.

It's a dog's life... do they say?
When Tuffy has no choices by the day,
When life is at it's simplest best,
And he's peaceful, while men at unrest?

It's a dog's life... do they say?
When Tuffy cries always, when he may,
When his feeling needn't be buried deep,
While men, fake hard for toughness to keep!

It's a dog's life... do they say?
When hunger means food, and cat means prey,
With basics met, are at the bare minimum
While men, falsely showcase prosperity to some!

It's a dog's life... they say...
When Tuffy in his kennel, duty-bound, lay..
By day and by night, asleep, awake,
By cozy bedrooms, for the Responsibility's sake

It's a dog's life... they say...
When Tuffy eats his biscuit array,
When not variety, but survival matters,
While Men dine over choicer platters !

It's a dog's life... they say...
When Tuffy has a heavy price to pay,
A stick not to spoil, forces the good manner,
For "stress" screws loosened, need doggy-spanner!

It's a dog's life... they say...
When Tuffy never stayed away,
But children left and parents cried,
Debts thought paid, and love denied!

It's a dog's life indeed, in a lot of ways,
But our lives reflected in the very phrase !

Life is calling….!!

I looked out of my window
On the tenth floor;
A long day at work
My eyes were sore…

The evening had grown
A shade darker;
Our twin tower and the closest ground
Seemed way too farther…

As I stood gazing at the nothingness
In wonder;
‘What a sterile static landscape’
I happened to murmur…


Just then amidst all darkness
Little starry lights sprang to life
Heaven seemed to have descended
Wearing a star studded gown in style…


Someone somewhere must have
Flipped on the lights in routine
To me it seemed Life had beckoned,
Tickled and outsmarted me!

A Tribute to Radio

Especially early Radio City and Radio One's Bangalore channels. Man! Have they been consistent with their special characters or what!

It's been a while since I got my hands dirty,
Spun some verses or held some charcoal and be so arty...
It's the rush of the day that's got me in tangles,
But from happy times around, my spirit still dangles!

I turn on the Radio sometime during the day,
And on comes Chamrajpet Charles with so much to say.
What Child he says, sometimes calls me James,
Tells stories of the tipsy town, puts Suzy to shames!

Sometimes it's Ghanta Singh in his weird histrionics,
Calling real neighbours, adding humour to telephonics.
An old man, with pretty much all the time in hand,
Killing with questions, no one wants to understand.

Comes Professor Ulfat Sultan in his School of Speech,
And the noble thoughts of his to extend English's reach!
Stained with an accent and pained by his wife,
With words thus spoken, he plays his funny fife !

Auto Shankar is not so new to our little town,
But the messages he bring, wear a guiltless gown...
Kudos to the connect with his fans with gentle ease,
And applying the social messages, like a coat of grease...

Whom am I awaiting yet, still tuned in this half hour
None but the flamboyant and iconic Rajani Saar!
"Kannaa..." he says, I imagine a cigarette flipped,
Smile to the face, Ears to the radio, while he quipped.

Cotton Kamakshi and her gentleness highness,
Has an answer to all of her boyfriend's silliness,
A smirk and a laugh, and taunting bouncer,
Ask her a dumb question and get a dumber answer!

Remember Lingo Leela's sessions on the local slanguage?
Sister Stella with love to heal and her reused bandage!
Ungle Appukuttan with his mallu renditions of a Hindi song,
Or Babbar Sher's limerick-al treat for which crowds throng.

Haven't heard Hema Aunty yet, but bet there's promise,
Glad there's all this creativity, without fun amiss!
It's times like this, when I surrender my talents
To the greater Gods of humour and their worthy 2 cents

I'm glad there's a medium that can make me laugh
With my family and friends, or even on their behalf
Thanks to the radio boom in the last half decade
Good to tread a free channel walk with the humour parade!

Good one this... :)

http://infochangeindia.org/kids/poems_01.php - and more good ones here

I'm Sick Of Learning Lochinvar
Sampurna Chattarji

I’m sick of learning Lochinvar,
I’m sick of Robert Frost,
Kept stopping by those snowy woods –
Why didn’t he go get lost?

And daffodils and babbling brooks,
I don’t care if they’re pretty,
I’d rather read a wicked poem
About living in my city.

I don’t mind the Highwayman
With that hat upon his brow!
But all that happened long ago,
Doesn’t anyone write about now?

If someone ever asked me
(As if someone ever would!)
I’d tell them what I’d like
To make a poem good.

I’d like a poem about my dog,
Ringitt is his name
(And Ringitt is a currency –
Didn’t know that – what a shame!)

Or a poem about my sister’s friend
(The two of them are three)
Who comes over to our house
Only when she wants to pee.

Or perhaps a really serious one
About dragons and dragonflies
A poem with really serious facts
Instead of only lies.

No poems about pirates please,
I’d prefer one on sport.
Or a super genius child who
Invented a game of thought.

But who’s listening and where can I
Find such poems on the shelf?
Who cares, I know a better way –
I’ll write them all myself!

Untitled and Confused...

Hasn't been that long, has it ;) ? Writer's blocks could last longer !
So my new project ... this. Meant to create the emotional-shutters effect. "Open shutter"- "Close shutter" -"Open shutter"- "Close shutter" . Not sure if it works for all, but my attempt anyways.
I however simply titled this screen shot "Zebra" !

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Shrieks and Screams

With closed tight fists he hits;
I screech in pain, and he smiles...

He pulls me by my hair;
Tears run down my face, but I do not grimace!

I topple off as he kicks;
I scream in jolts and he hits me more..

The closet pulled down and torn apart;
The shuddering glass.. my neighbours enquire!

I tell them 'I am alright..'
'Its pranks of my little son, not a fight!'