Be Aware

Some houses prove to be lucky 
some houses prove to be unlucky. 
It is perhaps not the fault of the house, 
but the soil where it is built has a history. 


I moved into such a house once, 
experienced the unluckiness hence. 
The house caused me health issues, 
I dismissed it as a matter of chance. 
  
My husband's heart conditioned worsened, 
soon to the hospital he was hastened. 
An operation ensured thereafter but 
he did not last long and soon expired.  


 A brother came to live and assist, 
but his stay, the house thought unfit. 
He started having serious health issues, 
and with the hospitals he had a tryst. 


After he left on my insistence 
I was give same treatment preference. 
But i did not stay long there 
and vacated the house with good riddance. 


The house had been built on a graveyard, 
the sleeping souls had been incessantly troubled. 
It was not only bad luck for me and family, 
but others too had unhappy stories told. 


My lessons learned from  my stay there, 
where ever you stay be aware. 
Such a past history of a building, 
will harm you if you do not care. 


renukakkar 25.5.2012 
Copyright@2012 

An ambulance passes

It is the middle of the night,
the city sleeps and no one is in sight.
However, an ambulance passes, 
with screaming siren and flasing lights.


The old lady down the lane,
had a sudden heart complain.
Her relatives being disturbed,
called the hospital without refrain.


In the rain the ambulance does go,
carrying within a precious cargo.
Loved by her relatives is the elderly,
their sleep they now will forgo.


To her are attached numerous pipes,
caringly her face her son wipes.
Concern written across his face,
he sees life's memories in flashes.  


The hospital comes in sight,
rushed into aura of bright light.
ICCU is where she is taken,
where entire ambiance is in white.


Pipes are again attached,
movements of organs monitored.
for her to breathe properly,
an oxygen mask is also tied. 


Her son while sitting besides her
holding her hand begins to ponder.
Prays for her wellness he promises,
to earnestly devote love and time for her. 


After some time the doctor comes again,
his words lift entire night's strain.
She is out of danger the doctor says,
but under observation will remain.

renukakkar 22.5.2012
Copyright@2012

Life of a leaf

The life of a leaf is is strange indeed,
starting from the tree to end as if free.
Summer comes and then it is autumn,
allowing it to fall as if from heaven.

The wind comes and at it blows,
attached loosely, it quickly falls.
Not alone it is but accompanied, 
others are also falling besides it. 

Like a child to his mother is attached,a leaf, 

I was attached to my branch instead. 

Cherished and drawing subsistence, 

I grew to provided shade with help of my brethren. 

Rain, storm and screeching wind i withstood, 

providing shelter as a good tree should. 

As humans age I started to age too 

my colour from green became a golden hue. 

Dry weather made me wrinkled and papery dry 

to fall at the slightest tug I wondered why? 

I had the wisdom of time with me 

like senior citizens in any society. 

A gust of wind came and tugged at me 

to fall or travel where the breeze took me. 

To rest below as a golden leaves carpet, 

or to travel to distant places like a tourist. 

My golden colour facinates children, 

They think the sun in me is hidden. 

Strange toys they make of me, 

Leaf boat, windmill and whistle. 

I am ready to undergo this ordeal indeed, 

as I feel I should be fully utilised. 

When fully used and no longer viable, 

on ground i am thrown to become dust inevitable. 

renukakkar 21.5.2012 

Copyright@2012