The Old Man And The Sea

The Old Man And The Sea

Eighty four long days
Did he spend alone
In the lap of the vast sea
Without catching a fish,
The poor Santiago,
Old and weak he grew now.
People called him, ‘salao’
A reputation he always bore
An insult he brooked no more.
His only loyal protégé
For the nagging profession,
The young Manolin
Who was forbidden
By his worried parents
For the old fellow to run errand,
But the little one loved him
Kept faith on the fisherman.
Determined they together
Off to a daring venture
To hunt Marlin with skiff
In the wide Gulf Stream.
Ensued a great battle,
The old man fought hard
To catch his prized catch,
The Marlin stabbed and strapped,
Not rescued the carcass
That devoured the hungry sharks
Left only its skeleton and backbone.
The old man took a long rest
Woke up for a taste
Of coffee and newspaper
Manolin took for him.
They promised together
To fish for ever.

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Red Crabs

Red Crabs

In the open beach
Wide and sandy
Scented and windy
They appeared
In huge numbers
Like countless drops of blood
Like tameless water in flood
On the mouth of beady holes,
Partly visible and partly hidden
Their crimson bodies,
Waiting cautiously to see
A thud on the sand,
Every footfall, each approaching leg
And scampered deep in the ground.
I tried a few times
To catch them alive,
Pipped me their speed
‘Utterly a foolish deed’,
Quipped my friend
And my flagging energy did bend.

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The Plight Of A Married Lady

The Plight Of A Married Lady

Born in a village
She is young in age,
A promising student
Through her career
Did her Masters
In English Literature.
Life was good
And full of dream
To achieve something
Envied by many.
Her life of a student
Lasted no longer,
Very early in life
Got a job
As a primary teacher.
A new role to play
In her teaching
She learns,
In her learning
She teaches
The tender hearts.
Still not satisfied
What was achieved,
That fuelled her desire
What remained to be achieved.

Spent some years
With comfort and luxury,
Carefree and monetary.
The parents seemed in hurry
To find her a match to marry
The best in the country.
United two pair of hands
In a grand wedlock.
A quick affair it was
Within a few months,
With few phone calls,
No rendezvous at all,
In a new home did she fall.
The unknown faces
Like newly purchased dresses
Never read her right,
She tried to compromise
To conquer the hearts
That accepted her not
As a member of their own,
She is not a meek dove,
Not an innocent lamb
To brook the insult
They heaped on her,
She was pure at her,
Never played a guile.
The dreamy life turned
A nightmare day by day,
She suffered in many ways
But ironed her will to stay,
She was a lemon to them
They wanted to extract juice
From her mind and body
She felt insulted in every breath
She took day and night,
She lived an aimless life.
The tears cried in vain
But nobody eared to listen
The beating of her heart,
Not even the hubby
Who forgot the promise
Made in the ritual,
Throttled her trust,
Her faith, her confidence too,
Became a bait of his parents,
Not hen-pecked, rather parents-pecked,
He never pitied her feelings,
Not heard her agony,
She was an alien to them.
Very protective and caring
Was his mother for son,
Did he marry for fun?
His demands and desires
Likings and luxuries
Quenched his mother,
Perhaps he lusted
For coitus and reproduction.
Pressure piled on her
With her they were at war.
Life meant for her
Only duties and responsibilities,
Imposed deliberately,
Flung on her aspiring heart
That dreamt a happy life.

All seemed to be over
She is determined
Not to return to them
If she returns
That her heart desires
Same treatment, she knows
She would receive from them
Because she would never
Satisfy their greed.
She has to earn money
Bear the child
Run the household
And be a perfect daughter-in-law,
She is not born for these
Impossible for her to perform.
But she live her life
Life has many colours and beauties.
Miles to go before she sleeps
A promise to succeed she always keeps.

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The Journey Of Life

The Journey Of Life

In the abstruse
Journey of life
Many faces young and old
Come and go
Like the new born
And the dead.
Arrive some new faces
As colleagues
In your profession
Some stay friends
At your alienation.
Windy life blows
At hungry speed
And removes them away
We once fondly lived.

Some known faces
With hidden motives
In friendly robe
Use your brain
For timely gain
And win the game
Then forget your name.
Like a milch cow
You are milked
To suit their purpose
To meet the demand.
So selfish we are
So shameless is
Our character
Like the chameleon
Even worse than that.

We are civilised
In complexion,
Brutalised in intention.
Again they surface
As time walks on
In your life
To seek the hand
To bail them out
And again
You turn saviour.
But once gone the danger
Faded you are
Once more.

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A Forced Marriage

A Forced Marriage

Very bluntly he says
He loves her not
Not even like her.
She is not smart,
Not looks attractive,
A feeling he bears
In his heart for long
For the girl
He is going to marry
He is forced to marry.
For certain criteria
Of her that he likes
He spoke to the girl,
And confessed his secret
As a bow shot from arrow
The innocent girl
Looks at him in surprise.
Both are unknown
To each other
Settling for a life,
Vowed to spend together.
He plays no cupid,
Not inclined to woo her
No hang-outs.
No phone calls.
One by one
His day advances
For a grand finale
That he mentally eschews
But physically not.
Thus with mutiny
In his mind
He is going to marry
He is forced to marry.

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