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My aunt was a lovely person So full of life the other day Tugging at the rope To which her favourite cow was tethered to.. Her green fingers sprouted greens and veggies.. Dishes rolled out at our behest So Luscious, Tangy, Tasty, Spicy and Full of love... Her eyes would roll At my bohemian attitude Yet her heart loved me She was caustic, she was harsh She was soft, she was smart She was tender, she was caring I cannot enter the house without Missing the kitchen fragrances Her know-it-all glances My aunt.. Such a wonderful person was she Am glad that i had always expressed myself to her... Thank you for being there.....

Such funny species we are Blessed with so much Intelligence, emotions..... Yet we love to ruin.. We love to destroy When we are so capable of building, regenerating.. Friends become jealous if one is happy Mothers murder children for power Siblings fight over property Children squabble with parents Over everything... Till Life snatches away one.. Why is it so difficult To just have A tiny hole open for love In our hearts Just a tiny hole.....

I am amused Amused thoroughly Kochi bidding for the bat Kochi bowling.. Here come the kuttapans Giving up football for the pitch!!! Ayurveda for the players Beaches and mallu babes.. A 'small', a sip of 'kallu', meen moileee.. Lungis and curly mustache Mercs and BMWs and elephants God's own country Devil's own players Everything up for sale.. Rubees/ruvaas/rupeees Can smell them from afar!!!!

An interesting town this is, The minaret stands proud beside with the gopuram The river sweeps silently by Betel leaves and 'degree' coffee exude a strange fragrance Bullock carts straddled with hay And a farmer dancing on a ripe harvest! Gods jostling alongside humans Has divinity blessed us Or Is the divine blessed to have us??????

As I cruised along the Kaveri I stopped at a village. Time stood still Huts stood in slilent mutiny Goats strolled languidly Men played cards, Women toiled hard Children playing with rubber tyres The sentinels stood tall and proud Horses and elephants With their sculpted trainers Looking nonchalantly At the foolish humans Bickering and showing their might Litttle knowing that they were Mere specks in this Universe!!!!!

Love is attachment Attachment is blind vision Narrowed paths Single-minded devotion Burning desires Two worlds Reduced to One Entwined passion Sinful pain Yet brimful Of joy So is love Joy Or pain or both!!!

In books and print we have it all! The so-called freedom of expression Yet it varies from person to person, religion to religion Divide Andhra, Assam and every state scream the power-mongers Kill, kill, kill the creativity cry out education boards Drink the farmer's blood, sap the common man Snuff out baby girls, burn the brides Poets, artistes beware of what you express Politics in sports, politics everywhere But I, the common person, am not featured anywhere Whither goes my motherland.... I fear when I speak Am I not the common person???