The moment I came out of her safety cell, I wept fearing
My kicks and bashes would no more be her secret bearing.
Wonder why did she weep the exit of a wetting nuisance?
And rewarded me with her white, purified life essence?
Author: shivam
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Rewards for kicks and bashes
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What you gain Sir, by working?
You struggle raising and nourishing the world whole day
And retire smiling spreading charm all the way
And come back the day next with same smile and beauty,
Aren’t you bored, Sun, of this routine duty?
An Emperor drawing water from, oceans, wells and rivers,
Pulling seeds from dungeon, cracking and sprouting plants!
Can’t you employ a few men, sit idle and rejoice the powers ?
Only slaves, destitute, downtrodden work and also ants.
Earth sleeps, still life grows, trees stand idle, still it flowers,
Immobile hills generate streams, ocean, noisy lovers,
Doing nothing they all gain, what do you Sir, by working?
“The knowledge idiots are not born but fallen by not working” -
The Sun's gain
You struggle, raising and nourishing the world, whole day
And retire smiling spreading charm all the way
And come back the day next with same smile and beauty,
Aren’t you bored, Sun, of this routine duty?
Pulling seeds from dungeon , cracking the hard shell
Pulling water from the seas where they happily dwell
Pushing them then into sea, why all these trouble?
You could have adorned the throne royally idle.
Earth sleeps, still life grows, trees stand idle, still flowers
Immobile hills generate streams, ocean, noisy waves.
Doing nothing they all gain, what you gain by working?”
“The knowledge why I should work harder to make you wiser” -
Mouse to mountain
Where will the fish, shells, pebbles and sand go
If the sea sustains only water ?
Where will my thoughts, dreams,worries and memories go
If the mind sustains only laughter ?
Where will the clouds, moon, stars and planets go
If the sky wants only the Sun?
Where will the mouth, sharp nose and ears go,
If the head want only eyes and none?
Where will my jealousy, anger, ego and greed go
If you want only my love and devotion?
No Father, accept everything, still or in motion
Mouse to mountain, all your creation. -
வெக்கமா இருக்கு
ஒருமணி நேரமா கத்தீண்டு இருக்கேன், ஒரு பயல் ஏன் ன்னு பதில் சொல்லரதில்லை”
“கொழந்தைகள் எல்லாரும் வோட்டு போட போயிருக்கா”
“கொழந்தைகளுக்கு என்னடீ வோட்டு ?”
“நீங்கள் கூப்பிட்டா அப்பிடி சொல்ல சொன்னா”
“ஐயோ, ஓன்னை கெட்டிக்குண்டு அழறேனே!’
“பொய் சொல்லறேல், கெடிக்கொம் இல்லை, அழோம் இல்லை”
“எட்டும், பத்தும் வயசிலே வோட்டுக்கு போற பத்து மகான்களை, கெட்டிக்காமே எப்பிடி பெத்தே?”
“அப்பிடி எல்லாம் சொல்லாதுங்கோ நா! வெக்கமா இருக்கு”
“வேண்டாம் தாயீ, போல்ளிங் பூத்லே எடம் இருக்காது “ -
Simple truth, madam
Madam, can you come out of the kitchen, for a moment, please ? Thank you.
Now, there is a small problem, for you, not for me.
Your body is different from that of your beloved husband and you chummy children. You don’t need a scholar like me to reveal this truth. Not withstanding your passionate love, care and compassion for them, their unstained affection, and anxiety to help you, the simple fact is, that your own circulatory system has to nourish your body parts and not theirs.
Your husband and grown up children are busy in their own ways and it is you, you and you alone can take care of your health. They might not be even available to call for an ambulance to take you to the hospital, though once you have reached there, they will shower money and attention.
So, madam, I strongly suggest, go for a medical check up, without waiting for your beloved hubby or benevolent children.
The machinery is yours. Give it at least as much importance of your coffee grinder or hair dryer. To use a hair dryer, you need hairs and for that you need a head. Simple truth, madam . You have to take care of your head, and only you can do it as it is your head. And head needs a body to stay and your head will stay only on your body. So the body is also important.
I have to come all the way and tell you this because, I know the fate of many housewives who took care of everyone in the family except themselves. None of them alive now to vouch for my statement. Sad indeed.
Shall I call a taxi for you to go for a medical check up? Who knows some blood sucking Yakshee is not hiding in your sari folds?