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Thursday, September 29, 2011

aadhe pakke aadhe kacche rishte.

Agar yaad aaye hamari
to aankhen band mat karna.

kho bhi jaaye kahi
'to gum mat karna.

zindagi mein zaruri nahi
har rishte ka koi naam ho.

kuch rishte aadhe bante hai kahi
dil se aysas karte hai jin ko.

aadhe pakke aadhe kacche
kacchai daghe se bandhe rishte.

bagvan dorh kab katade
hum kaise sumjhaye yeah rishte.

renukakkar 29.9.2011

Poem of spring

flowers are blooming
in springtime
high on
a tree.

riot of colours
displayed in
full splendour
for me.

telling me come
and enjoy
the display
here see.

spring is the
season that
makes blossoms
to be.

poem of spring
blossoms made
for you
and me.

renukakkar 24.9.2011

House of memories

The upper floor window
is permanently closed now.
As a child one kept vigil
of comings and goings of people.

The lawn is covered entirely
autumn leaves falling unashamedly.
The roof is also covered
on seeing all this i feel dejected.

The plants a lady had maintained
have disappeared and flowers have since died.
Rust covers the door handle and the lock
indicating stopping of the time clock.

As I enter the house and peep in
dust covered look greets me from within.
All the dishes in the kitchen at their usual place
steel utensils used by a child to even see his face.

Time here has stood still
in other rooms too I get the same feel.
Cockroaches  and rats  have a field day
naturally there is no one to drive them away.

The place where family daily gathered.
the family area where the  parents also prayed.
It is now silent like death descends
dust on musical instruments seems gathers.

Some clothes still hang on the clothes rack
leaving everything all had moved to a different track
Earthquake that year had not damaged the house much
lives were lost in the stampede aftermath.

The old man and his wife lived alone they said
no one came from family for funeral.
After the rituals were over
the house was locked by a villager.

The neighbour performed the last rites
the old couple's children were his friends.
Now when I see this sad sight
 remembering  with sadness I sigh.

Had the son not insisted on seeking fortune in a big city
he may have been here to stop this tragedy.
If he had wisely stayed to his roots true
I would not be telling this sad tale to you.

renukakkar 22.9.2011

Changing faces of Indian womanhood

What is so special about an Indian woman
she gives an aura of no nonsense.
Draped in a sari or any Indian dress
for her family love and care she spreads.

The uses are many of the  Indian dress or a sari
behind the chunni or pallu, children hide who are shy.
The chuni or pallu is used to wipe a crying child's face
or cover a baby while carrying it outside.

Red vermilion on forehead and in hair partition
a nose pin and a necklace of black beads in a golden chain.
Her status of being married is so indicated
something not to be taken for granted.

Where ever she is, she toils from dawn to dusk
in the kitchen or the farm or her place of work.
Never complaining about her double shift
ensurea family and children don't face neglect.

An Indian woman will avoid a divorce
in case it will mar her child's growth.
Her unhappiness she does not project
the family comes first in all respect.

But things in 21 century are changing at a fast pace
Modern Indian women have adopted western mannerism and dress.
Lifestyles are also changing beyond recognition
not mother but maid is looking after children.

What obsession with the modern concept of living
unknowing that materialist societies to family values are returning.
how long can materialism sustain family ties
one day the dawn will break and people realize.

There are good and bad habits in all regions of the world
adoption of habits is good if sagaciously done.
One should discard everything which is harmful
even from own customs and adopt from anywhere which is helpful.
 renukakkar 19.9.2011