இறுதி ஊர்வலம்

 அந்த கடைசி அறையில் இன்று அமைதியான இறுதி ஊர்வலம்,

அங்கு  பூரானை எறும்புகள் தூக்கி சென்றன நகர்வலம்.

இன்று ராகு காலத்தில் அதற்கு என் கையில் சாவு,

இல்லை என்றால் என்னை குடுக்க வேண்டி இருக்கும் காவு.

கழிவறையில் மழைக்காக ஒதுங்கி இருக்கும் போல,

கழிசடை என திட்டினேன் , நிம்மதியாக கழிக்க முடியாததால.

மோரிக்குள்ளே இருந்து எட்டி பார்த்ததின் பலன்,

மோக்ஷம் கிடைக்கும் என இருந்ததோ இன்று அதன் ராசி பலன்.

புதைப்பேளா? எரிப்பேளா? எனக் கேட்க தோன்றியது எறும்புகளை,

பிழைத்து போகட்டும் என விட்டிருக்க வேண்டியது தானே அவளை.

ஒதுக்கவும் முடியலை, ஒதுங்கி போகவும் முடியலை என்றேன்.

ஒர வஞ்சனை செய்து ஒரு நமுட்டு சிரிப்பு வேற மூஞ்சிக்கு என்ன செய்வேன் ?

 Why should everyone purchase a life insurance policy(LIP)?

They say that the cost of purchasing a LIP is much more than the cost of not purchasing one.

Meaning to say, that it is better to invest a small sum called as " premium " ( either monthly/ quarterly/

half-yearly/ annual) and get covered under insurance for risk (called Term Policy)  OR for endowment

policy where it is  payable as sum assured + bonus. However, if you believe that a LIP is a waste\

investment, then when fatality or serious accident strikes the person, he would repent spending money,

but being unable to get back the lost life or get back the financial implications of such a loss. Many a

times, we would not even be knowing that we have been paying a regular premium without even our

knowledge. Hence everyone should necessarily purchase a LIP, which is at least 10-15% of their total

CTC.  We realize its value only when emergency needs arise like hospitalization in the family/ death, 

loss of job, daughter's marriage, son's higher education etc. 

 

13/06/2022

 

Sandhyavanadanam 

 

 

This Indian Brahmnic ritual,

That I have been more or less following since time immemorial.

 

Chanting Gayathri Mantra,

Can anything else be a better draw?

 

My eyesight is intact even at 58,

Mind you only this ritual made it bright.

 

With Surya Namaskar being a part of it,

Why wouldn’t my body and mind stay healthy and fit?

 

It hardly takes me 10 minutes,

Isn’t it a pity that many who avoid it, get into “pieces and bits”?

 

Make this a daily routine,

Mesmerizing effect it will have, glow will you with sheen.

 

Puppy

 

10/06/2022

 

Puppy

 

That wonder dog called “Puppy”,

To whom I always wanted to give “jadoo ki jhuppy”.

 

The change of the tenant made no difference,

That in us it did not see any love variance.

 

Milk in the morning, biscuits in the evening and curd rice for dinner,

May be with growing age it started looking thinner.

 

With blood oozing out of its skin due to dog bite,

Well, it did not seem to have lost in any street fight.

 

We were concerned with its skin rashes,

We knew one day it will get reduced to ashes.

 

I drove it away one night for its prolonged bark,

I lost my sleep, trying to hit it, fell down in the dark.

 

09/06/2022

 

The Squeaky Invader

 

He looked so cute,

I did not feel like making him mute.

 

He was the new invader who was squeaky,

I could probably name him "Tweaky",

 

He slid into house from neighborhood with elan,

He appeared innocent, but came with a perfect plan.  

 

Call him nocturnal,

Call him our new mural.

 

Caused us untold damage,

Cos’ he went on a perennial rampage.

 

He played the perfect truant,

He would jump, escape, rave and rant.

 

 

 

08/06/2022

 

My Birthday

 

Birthdays are special,

Because they take you to heaven from hell.

 

Birthdays are reminders,

Birthdays are friends and relative binders.

 

Birthdays remind you of responsibility,

Because there is beauty only in doing one’s own duty.  

 

Birthdays make you dwell upon,

Beliefs, thoughts and follow-up action.

 

Birthdays are occasion for cakes,

But also, they are for celebrating higher stakes.

 

Birthdays and age are just a number,

Believe me, you only can wake you up from a deep slumber.

 

Tribute to KK- King of Kings.

 

You poured so much of “jaan” into your songs,

Is it why God took away your “jaan” with a pair of tongs?

 

You never wanted an award and about it were dead honest,

What such blunder did you do that you punished yourself, got looted and gave us the best.

 

If you feel pain, you are alive is the saying.

If you feel other’s pain, you are a human being.  

 

Who can forget the Tamil rage “Appadi Podu”?

Which even today in Mumbai parties does “Sakkai Podu”.

 

Your mind tells you something else,

You followed your heart and read all our pulse.

 

You believed it is unnecessary to strike on things when it is hot,

You had your own space, where you shall live forever and without a blot.

 

LOST ACQUAINTANCE

 

Meeting on my morning walk an old acquaintance,

May be this is what is coincidence by chance.

 

I used to be enamored by his dialogues in a mythological drama,

It used to wake up even those who went into a coma.

 

As I breathed in and out deeply during my morning walk,

And started suspiciously viewing behind my back.

I found him to be stalking me,

I was in for sheer ecstasy.

 

He had a doubt if I were to be his friend’s son,

His happiness knew no bounds when I answered in unison.

 

He fondly recalled the coffee offered by my mother,

He used to find her in the easy chair, with none to bother.

Thank you God!

Of late, I am in a very happy phase of life. I am doing all that I enjoy doing - like writing poetry, going on my daily morning walk , my morning Sandhyavandanam and most important cooking food for my family. Today I cooked small onion araichu vitta sambhar, garlic rasam and yam curry after a gap of 1 week. 

 

LAST LAUGH

 

And as all of them wrote me off,

Amazingly I had the last laugh.

 

They said you cannot catch up with age,

That made me tell that we both are not on the same page.

 

Catch a few of them young,

Catch them while on the lower rung.

 

I am a late bloomer,

I shall still not be a blooper.

 

I may lose everything in life, but not hope.

Indeed, God has given me a long rope.

Time and I again I rose like a phoenix from the ashes,

To only prove to my naysayers till they got adequate lashes.

 HOUSE TO HOME

Like Osama Bin Laden smoked out of his den,

Like hen driven out of their pen.

They razed down our 25-year-old home,

That which was our life’s epitome.

The builder has promised us a new flat in the same complex,

Time only can see whether his muscles he will flex.

To strengthen the water inflow, they dug a deep well bore,

To our eyes, it was sheer agony that mother earth bore.

A house is built of bricks and cement,

A home is with love and memories that cement.

The relieving factor is the untouched trees and the open well,

That the future always beholds hope and says “all will be well”