An overcast sky
Over a carpet of green
Magical monsoon-
Waiting
For the boat to sail
And travel
To shores anew
Where animal rights
Are a given
And dignity to life
Is the norm.-
Idlis
Soaking in warm sāmbār
Crowned with Yoghurt chutney
And onions for company
Waiting
To be relished and
Devoured.-
With the language fracas taking centre stage in the country, I am reminded of our All India motorcycle ride in 1982. Due to absence of GPS and Google maps we relied solely on paper maps, milestones, road signs and human assistance.
We had left Vittal in the early hours of the morning with plans to reach Bengaluru for lunch but Karnataka had other plans for us. We had reached a crucial juncture and we couldn't decide which way to go hence asked around as all signages and milestones were in Kannada. All communication was in sign language and we were told to take a road which would lead to Bengaluru, and thanking him we were on our way. Halfway through, we realised we were in Madikeri and on the way to Mysore via which we would reach Bengaluru but for high tea!
No regrets. We enjoyed the ride. That's what matters. Enjoy the journey!-
Cocooned
in the ruins of an ancient fort, Poverty languishes,
In the angry glare
Of modern skyscrapers
Which are in a hurry
To sacrifice
The have nots
At the altar of humanity.-
The living dead
Crammed in every available
Nook and corner of the city
Are the ones
Who keep the city running
Yet bereft of any dreams
Just looking forward
To the next meal.
-
Tired
Of being hounded
For barking out aloud
The truth
They don't want to hear
And it's said
The country has gone
To the dogs
Ha!-
The migrant moth
In protective gear
Succeeds
In fending off Predators
And succumbs
To an urban lifestyle-