sonnet of my sweat

Oh sweat, my sweat,
do u love me so,
u travel all down to the chin from brow,,
oh sweat, my sweat,
Do u love me so,
I am soaked in you from top to toe
You are like dew drops, but salty,
you are like rain drops but sticky,
you are my exhausted image,
you are summer by product

welcome to PANDORA of MODROOR

IPL is the buzzword now for all the wrong reasons or is it?

Modi accuses Tharoor, tharoor admonishes Modi, its all like Love for Cricket, Sex in the closet and Dhokha on the bid.....Whoever thought that adding two more cities will open up a whole new world of Pandora- not of the AVATAR model, but of the MODROOR model.The Navis are from Navi Mumbai and all the other places of the world - the people who enjoy a good game of cricket.

One a high flying politician- always sending tweets, the other a high flying GOD KNOWS WHO, always splashing his whites to the gallery, wow what an amazing combination of characters for a true story much murkier than a fiction.

i am just bored watching TV nowadays- especially the news channels- first they went hammer and tongs on Tharoor not being removed from the cabinet- after he resigned- they channels went was it fair to have him removed - now the latest is on the MAN OF THE MOMENT_ rather the MAN who bought theater cricket to home theater- MODI - kab jaayega Modi, Kya Modi ko jaana chahiye- these are not titles from the Balaji stable- but of a true story- main characters are - Lalit AKA IPL MODI, SHARAD_he is supposed to be the Agriculture Minister- he is doing everything else apart from taking care of the wastage of food, introducing Shashank Manohar, the man who may be IPL boss-the other principal characters are all the franchisee owners...

Let the show begin....T20 - you are truly a home entertainment of a different variety now.

what if i am an angel- a 10 year old's imagination

(a brief on how this happened- my ex boss Aswath wanted a small write up for a competition for one of his neighbour's child- and asked me to come out with some thought on the above lines- thus this has evolved)

Today I have Maths test. This test is very important for me to get higher grades and top the class. I generally am average in Maths – I know that 2+2*2=8 but all the x’s and y’s and the angles and triangles scare me.

I was looking at the wall picture – Mamma had got a nice poster of an Angel- that one with a crown on her head and with a star tipped wand in her hand. She looks so pretty. Mamma always says Angels are GOD’s chosen ones- and to those who are close to the angels, they are close to GOD.


What if I am an Angel? I can know all the answers in my test and score maximum marks and top the class. I can help Reema and Shanu to top the class too- because they are just like me.

What if I am an Angel? I can swish the wand and make Ramu kaka rich- he need not work for us anymore. He can hire someone for cleaning his home.

What if I am an Angel? I can, with the twinkle of my eye, remove the garbage which block the roads into the sides- and make them disappear far far away.

What if I am an Angel? I can wish to have swine flu, dengue to go away and no child will be sick.

What if I am an Angel? I can pray that no parents should fight in front of their children and they should always be happy together. There will be very less mummy papa staying away from each other.

What if I am an Angel? I will pat the wand on the taps and there will be continuous water supply and no one will go thirsty.

What if I am an Angel? I will wave my hand and make Rosy’s home filled with chocolates and sweets and she can eat as much as she wants without asking others.

AIN'T NO SAINT

I am angry
I am upset
I rock the boat couple of times more
I am still not a saint, in soul

I debate
I discuss
I have tantrums, at times thrown,
I am still not a saint, in soul

I am hurt
I am disturbed
I feel all that humans go through
I am still not a saint, in soul

I am greedy
I am hungry
I want appreciation two times more
I am still not a saint, in soul

I stink in gold
I stink in silver
I stink in all that is materialistic personified
I am still not a saint, in soul

I am heady
I am mad
I think I AM, all times
I am still not a saint, in soul

I feel elated
I feel delighted
I feel on top of the world
I am still not a saint, in soul

LOVE factor- Decades across

Love in the 50’s
She was invited to a friend’s party
He was invited to a friend’s party
He saw her through the mirror in front
She saw him through the same
He hesitated time and again before asking her name
She looked at the ground and kept drawing with her toes
He proposed to her under the clear moonlit skies
She said NO, shied away behind a wood, and said YES

Love in the 70’s
He had a scarf around his neck
She, a dupatta waving in the breeze
He had a wink in his eyes
She a smile and blink in her eyes
He smiled at her with a rose
She blushed and giggled with gentle strokes
He asked her- Toh tumko mujhse pyaar hain
She said- Nahi nahi nahi….

Love in the 90’s
He in a sleeveless black vest
She in a mini skirt trying to be
He smoking chains in the air
She sipping Coke and eating MacD
He in a sleek Yamaha CBZ
She ready to hug him tight
He asking if she is interested
She saying – is it the bike or you

Love in 2010’
He- Imu
She-mee2
He-howz tonite
She-Old man’s sitting tight
He- FO him alright
She- Why not in your tent

And they say Love still exists…..are we blind to it.

Nature Cries

So I saw the streaming drops
Cleaning the glass panes
A thought struck
Is this purity washing
Perversions that cloud our minds

Does nature tell us something
So openly, yet we remain unawares
Of the pain that nature goes through
Of keeping our surroundings pure

Are we so stuck with our own
We tend to forget Mother Nature
Are we so irreparable now?
Mother Nature cries,
We let go drops waste

Pains of yesterday and today
We will realize tomorrow
When there will be none to cry
And we will just live to die

Life- mystic journey

Traveling through the marshes
Adjusting in the bushes
Some more resilience is needed
Some more patience to depend

What is the reason I am bewildered
Why do I feel, at times, surrendered
What remains in the heart is not known
Why so much of pain is sown?

This phase will pass too
I will feel free too
My heart will remain unperturbed
My fondness will remain ingrained

So this journey is bound to continue
So this life is bound to shine
Through these verses I try to be
Through these lines I read mine