കാറ്റിനോട്

ചീറ്റിയടിച്ചു നീ തൂത്തുവാരിയതെന്റെ സ്വപ്നക്കൂടു-
മതില്‍ ‍ഞാനടച്ചുവെച്ച കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങളും.
മന്ദമായ് വന്നു നീ തകര്‍ത്തതോ, ജീവനെന്നുഞാന്‍
നെഞ്ചിലേറ്റിയ കുഞ്ഞുനൊമ്പരം.
നിശ്ചലം നിന്നു നീ കവര്‍ന്നതെന്‍ പ്രണയവു-
മവളുടെ ശ്വാസനിശ്വാസങ്ങളും.
കാറ്റേ, നീയിനിയുമെന്തിനു വീശണമെന്റെ നാസികയിലു-
മീക്കരിന്തിരിവിളക്കിലും?
പോവുക ബന്ധങ്ങളൊത്തുനില്‍ക്കാത്ത നാട്ടിലേയ്ക്കു പറന്നു നീ,
തിരികെ വരാതിരിക്കുകീ മണ്‍കുടില്‍വാതില്‍ക്കലിനിയും.

My Choice

"My Choice", said she.
A sigh latched the door to my dreams,
And the debate ended.
There died a baby unborn,
Choking on choices we made.

AmmA

She swims in scams.
She glows with arrogance.
Yet in her State No one speaks ill of her.
For she feeds them for a Rupee,
And shares the booty!

Translation of the image:
Chennai Metropolitan Corporation

      Amma Kitchen

                Price List
Breakfast timings: 7 am to 10 am
    Idli (1 number)         Rs. 1
    Pongal                      Rs. 5
  Lunch timings: 12 pm to 3 pm
    Sambar Rice             Rs. 5
    Lemon Rice              Rs. 5
    Curry Leaf Rice        Rs. 5
    Curd Rice                 Rs. 3
  Dinner timings: 6 pm to 9 pm
    Chapati (2 numbers) Rs. 3

  Parcel facility is not available

30 Silvers of the Vice Chancer

Down, by the river sucked dry by greed
Sat a few thousands in calm silence of truth,
Covered in the fog of hunger and thirst,
Smeared with the dirt of scorn, ignored.

One of them, seventeen and hungry
Glimpsed her mom faintly as she fainted.
Another shed a tear drop for his dreams
Of a just tomorrow- a student's dream in vain?

Just then came a van of glaring khakis,
Counting what was just delivered in bundles.
Marching, they swished latis and last,
On hungry little girls and thirsty little boys.

The sun smiled down on their wishes,
Of good food and enough water,
Of clean clothes and some freedom.
Latis watched as the Vice* Chancer** passed by.

As hunger climbed the hills that surrounded,
They dropped one by one like kites in gale.
'You', said the Vice one 'are at fault for your state'.
Helpless, hopeless, the little ones fell to hunger.

To the slaughterhouse were they led.
Silent like lambs, lamed too soon by life,
Walked they, the road of shame  and defeat,
While the Vice one grinned victorious and counted his 30 silvers!

 

*evil
**opportunist and self-seeker

Obsession

Sweeping through the rut of dust,
She moves around wagging her broom.
Monotony fills the dust pan,
As she smears smiles around.
.

Everyday I see her sweep. Is it not boring?
I wouldn't do it you know, monotony!
It kills. Takes away all fun.
How d'ya do it? Obsessed?
.
"I love you. Love makes all interesting."
.

I fell silent.
For now, sweeping is meaningful.
And beautiful.
Love makes it!