My Sixthth Anthology – Magee Park Poets: 2017 Anthology

Magee Park Poets Anthology 2017

 

Delighted to be part of Magee Park Poets: 2017 Anthology, an international anthology of poetry.

This anthology published by Aionios Books is a distillation of many lives, the echoes of many voices both within the local community of North San Diego County and in the community of poets around the world. This book incidentally marks my first publication in the United States.

My Poem: ” Homeland

My Role: Contributor

The anthology is available for purchase from Amazon

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When I am Gone

When I am Gone - Minds Journal

End of a dreary day,
Tread weary with grief
As you mount the portico stairs
Would you, my darling, sense
My aching soul brimming with warmth
Rushing to greet you as I always did
At that familiar click of the lock
Longing to plant a tender kiss on your high forehead
On which pain has now carved wrinkles o’ so grim
Would you with quivering fingers fondle
That strand of hair lodged
In my purple sweater still hanging by the door
Would you then in woe toss yourself
On that well-worn couch on whose cosy bosom
We weaved dreams of love on many a Sunday noon
Stroking in vain the velvety fabric,
In hopes to feel my warmth one more time
Wine poured out of habit, in two glasses;
Swallowing hard the sorrow
That lumped up in your throat,
Would you with glistening eyes seek
Fringes of my gown in the scarlet swirl
Would you let the howling wind
Play with the window drapes and whisper
In your ears – Hey wayward Death,
What thou shall part, thou shall unite!

Would you in your dreams
Hug me tight my love
To keep memories warm, until we meet
Across the bridge of forevermore!

 

Previously published by The Minds Journal at www.themindsjournal.com.

 

Vanishing Greens

“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale

Her infinite variety: other women cloy … “

These famous lines from the play Antony and Cleopatra, by William Shakespeare is what rings in my ears when I think of her. Occupying around an acre of ground, ‘She’ is the official bungalow of the Additional District Magistrate (ADM). An air of mystery seems to surround this magnificent bungalow of the bygone era, as she stands proud amongst her younger, mundane, concrete counterparts who have already lost much of their sheen. She has been around from time immemorial and there are no inscriptions to prove her exact age. Accepted fact is that she was built during the days of the Raj. Her beautiful sloping tiled roofs, the high-roofed porch and the huge glass windows, makes her a skilled fusion of Kerala and English architectural styles. The front portion of the structure reminds you of an English cottage, while the hind portion looks like a traditional Kerala home, complete with a Thattinpuram (attic) on the top floor.

In my school days as I walked past this beautiful abode, I would often crane my neck to catch a glimpse of the vast grounds packed with every possible tree that exists. The two huge banyan trees near the front gate are home to a large number of bats. Jackfruit, Mango, Seetha Pazham (Custard Apple/ Sugar Apple) and Papaya trees take turns in offering feasts to the avian visitors. Tamarind, Aana Pana (Elephant Palm), Murukku (A tree with thorns all over the trunk), Teak, Coconut and many other nameless trees grow in abundance. The building is in occupation off and on, being government property and an official residence.

For the past several years, the place is a picture of neglect with the shrubs and undergrowth fiercely eating up the free grounds. It’s a boon, however, to the many avian friends who have made their homes upon those tall trees. There are several tenants on the ground level too. A mongoose family can be spotted often. Chera (Rat snake), a common non-venomous snake is a permanent resident. If you are patient enough, you might even spot the common cobra, who intends no harm, provided he/she is left alone!

On quiet summer evenings, I have often been awed by the beauty of nature unfurling before me, even in the most unlikely place as this. The playful wind swirls around the tamarind tree bringing down a shower of ripe fruits and golden leaves. A pair of Olenjaali (Greater Racket-tailed Drongo) plays ‘catch me if you can’, gliding down from the huge teak. A solitary Cuckoo (Asian Koel) feasting on the ripe Papaya flies away with a shrill call of protest, as the fruit falls to the ground with a thud. A mischievous Robin (Oriental Magpie Robin) expresses his joy by twitching his tail. He strikes a pose for me, only to pick up a teasing game with a pair of watching Bulbul (Red-whiskered Bulbul). A pair of Myna (Common Myna) enjoy the show atop an old teak, rendered leafless by lightning many years ago. A Chempothu (Greater Coucal or Crow Pheasant) skips along, devouring the small insects amongst the thick shrubs.  With some luck, you could even spot a pair of visiting Vezhaampal (Indian Grey Hornbill) feasting on the ripe papayas.

These birds, once common in every backyard throughout Kerala are dwindling at a fast rate. Green nooks like this, provide them with a much-needed refuge from the pressures of the ever-expanding city. I often wonder what would happen to this green haven which also happens to be a prime property close to the centre of the city, as the demographic pressures continue to increase.  With the approaching widening of the National Highway which passes adjacent to this property, a good deal of trees will have to be cut. Moreover, there are plans for restoring the existing buildings. It’s only a matter of time before more concrete structures sprout up in this serene land and pave the way to many a song of sorrow!  God Forbid!

This is not the story of one special green corner in district Y of a country X. This is what is happening to much of the developing world. Often blessed with a wealth of natural resources, but deprived of the will and means to protect it, green spaces continue to be compromised at a devastating rate in the name of expanding highways, bridges, real estate constructions, shopping malls and what not. While it is quite easy to thump your chest, and troll the climate policies of a yellow haired President in a far-off corner of the world, accepting and taking responsibility for what is happening closer back home is neither easy nor convenient. It’s not in the hands of the common man to effect a change, you might argue; Stopping all Arctic drills and burning of world’s rain forests might not be within your reach, but what you decide to do with that lone standing grandfather tree in your backyard, most certainly is.  And more often than not, it is a single tree at a time that is lost!

As they say,

‘Many a little makes a mickle’

 

Solitude

 

solitude

 

As we share a cup of steaming tea

O’ so warm, on a rainy day

Train of droplets slithering down

To lock their lips on a glassy pane

 

Rising up the browny brew,

A film of vapour twirls and swirls

A dance of intimacy that holds us tight

A solitaire of silence in your eyes

 

To read the full poem, click here 

 

My 4th & 5th Anthologies

My 4th & 5th Anthologies are available for purchase from Amazon.

More details of my anthologies can be found here.

We All Are Persons - Why Gender Discrimination          A Note A Word A Brush - Ode To The Arts

 

What a Wonderful World !

What a wonderful world If everone was as treasured in life as in death

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Winter

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Winters are inevitable in life …

What matters is what you make out of it …

Wrinkle crinkle and perish;

Or

Flaunt the scars with pride,
And bloom all over with renewed vigor !

Wish You A Happy New Year !

May you have the strength to break the shackles of routine
May you have the will to rise above the mundane

May you tread, off the beaten paths
Collecting pearls of learning, on your way

May you be somewhere, where you have never been
On the sun-kissed sand with windswept hair
Wading in the waves, wallowing in its ripples

May your eyes gorge on the ravines and chasms
Gaping in wonder at the snow-capped peaks

May you lose yourself in a well-crafted book
May you earn the love of a wagging tail;
The trust of a little child

May you pause, to watch a bud in bloom
May you feel the silence of the swirling snow
May the rain drench your soul and wash away the blues

May you pursue a passion for pleasure
Not for the riches, not for the glory
Just to keep you sane in a world insane

May you be blessed with a friend
Who will stand by you, no matter what
May your heart be treasured by the one you love

May you widen your mind a wee bit more
May the tears make you smile brighter
May the sorrows make your deeds kinder

May you have the courage, to do what you always wanted to
May you be brave, as the child in you!

 
This is my wish to you and self, this New Year eve!

 

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In case you ever wondered – Here’s Mrs Claus

Now that people are closing their chimneys with exhaust hood, how is Santa ever going to climb down ?

 

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Art and thought by my little boy

 

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