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 
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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
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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 

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Life is not always full of melancholy

I sat in my room pondering,

my life's direction I was wondering.

Thinking that life is now quite static,

is it really suppose to be like this?

I rise on the tide of success one day,

promptly falling to the ground later I say.

Sometimes life happily pulls me up, 

throwing me later as if a discarded cup.

Life is never plain sailing and easy,

but life so heartless is indeed a pity.

One struggles through impending doom,

creating happiness in the surrounding gloom.

God gives on one hand without my asking,

taking away something from the other without telling.

My expectations perhaps make me gloomy,

Life is not always full of melancholy.

Just my way of making noise,

calling attention so I can enjoy.

happiness and sadness two sides of a coin.

Like rain comes and then there is sunshine.

renukakkar 4.5.2012

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Mohabbat karne wale

Mohabbat karne wale 

Mohabbat karne wale apno pe hai marte

Dil wale hai vo Dushman se nafrat nahi karte.

Jise chaaha sadaa ke liye ussi ke ho liye

Apne aap se bhi vo dhoka nahi hai karte.

Yaado mai basaaye hai har pal jinke

anso chupaye vo roya nahi karte.

Tumhe raas na aye mubbhat karni humse

Dikhave ki mohabbat to hum bhi nahi karte.

Tumhare naam pe likh dee hazaro kavita

Itni baate to koi shayar bhi nahi karte.

renukakkar26.4.2012

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The flying machine

A poem for children

As I fly in my machine over hills and valleys,

I see a pretty girl looking to the skies.

She hears the sound of the flying machine,

but cannot see me, so I opine.

My machine is a new plane that I made,

it flies just above the treetop's surface.

I can see all the shy birds in the trees,

It is a delight to see where all they hide.

My machine is invisible to all and sundry,

no one has made something like it you see.

No one can see me that is for sure,

Unless I raise the shield for fresh air.

Soon my flying machine is alongside,

she turns around  as if to take flight.

Her hair blows all over her pretty face

she tries to see through the impending haze.

Soon I burst out in fits of laughter,

audible to her like running water.

she flings a stick blindly into the air,

manages my wheels to strongly strike.

The laughter now is from her for sure

I am the one looking towards its repair.

The shield lifts suddenly due to the impact

I jump out thinking I would be whacked

But the joke is on me for sure today,

her brothers have been waiting today.

I get a thrashing that I will never forget,

The flying machine is not for nonsense.

renukakkar 16.04.2012

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The Man in the Moon(Chanda Mama)

Sometimes you see him, and sometimes you don’t.

When night light is dim, he is seen at the horizon.

As he moves across the sky, disappearing as the sun rises.

Spreading less or more light and increasing its shape and size.

Fascinated we were by Grandmother calling him Chanda Mama,

Meaning Moon Uncle (mother’s brother), great story teller.

Who puts us all to sleep, while he travels across the sky,

While we counted sheep, he glided across like a butter fly.

As kids, we saw him as the kind man in the moon with a smiling face,

While walking alone he was reassuring and gliding keeping with us same pace.

Growing up, the fascination with Chanda Mama or the man in the moon wanes,

But comes back in our children when we tell them his songs and poems.

renukakkar 30.3.2012

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