HAIKU #12

The sounds of silence

And the waves of ocean 

Uncertain always  

FOREVER

Oh time

You walk always

In front of me

In  your crawling Shadow

You hide me somewhere

Perhaps you could hide me

Here forever

But beware

I may break your shadow

And fly  to eternity .

A LUNATIC

A lunatic always laughs 

Seldom cries 

A lunatic always walks towards

Seldom walks backwards

A lunatic always dreams

Seldom us

A lunatic always happy

Seldom us 

A lunatic always calm

When eats 

Seldom us

A lunatic sleeps well

Seldom us 

A lunatic loves nature

Seldom us

A lunatic is normal always

Seldom us 

A LIVING GOD

His eyes bloomed 

And lips trembled in enthusiasm 

As soon he heard my murmuring.

I offered him a red ochre dhoti 

Pasted sandal paste on his forehead

When the next holy mass feast came 

In our temple.

He spoke then, shaking his body

And in a vague language 

Devotees were in salvation 

As they got a new man God

He is not now the past Begger 

Waiting for food in the holy feast

With thirsty eyes on outside temple 

He is a famous man God 

Sometimes I laugh thinking 

Why not I be a man God

No, I do like the simple life 

And the more I respect money 

Earning in my sweat drops 

LONELINESS

Loneliness,

An abandoned warehouse

Encircled of deadly bushes

And locked in rusted padlock.

Inside there rats, snakes and crocoches

No dawn and dusk but

Absolute darkness.

 

FOREST

I cut and clear

The leaning branches of wild trees,

Bushes on the ground and 

Make a new path in the forest

Enjoy the wild beauty well

My soul scared and repeats

'' It is very dangerous in a forest alone ‘’

But my heart console me and repeats

‘’ Let you enjoy if you like ‘’

Now I bold and realize 

Forest is very safe to walk 

Here all happens 

As per Natur’s rules and rhythm .

NO ,please

 baby cries out 

 alas,the  kid dreams breast milk

''no bottle feed please ''

Friendship

Friendship is a thread 

Made of trust and affection 

Easily breakable.

OH YOU

The defeated may laugh

Loud , loud and loud

Oh you , winner and your

Neglected supporters

Why do laugh ?

No dark will rise forever

Oh winner

Why do you still laugh 

WITH PATIENCE

What did happen to me .Nothing I could understand except full of darkness .Oh it is so terrible .Where are my hands .Where are  my legs .I try to open my eyes .My God everything now I feel as in an illusion .
    I am so scared now and try to cry .I cannot make even a murmuring sound . I don’t feel the presence of my body. Where it has gone to? Am I dead Or alive. Is it called the bridge, between death and life.
  Luckily at last I hear an opaque voice of someone and try my best in concentration to listen what are they speaking and who are they
     My God they are nurses who care me and I learnt from their conversations that I am a comma patient and doctors confirmed my brain death and they got permission to take my  organs for transplantation .
   I try to say aloud I am not dying , I am not dying but no sounds comes
   I ask God why do you so cruel to me and now wait patiently for my death .

A WIZARD

My grandfather was an agriculturist, really a hardworking man .He claimed , I do not know , as a deep scholar in black magic and anyway he was a famous wizard in our village and there was a flow of many devotees even from nearby villages and a few from remote towns . No one in our home really liked this wild practice of him but they kept silence as all of us were afraid of him even to utter a word without his permission.



I was his helper though my mom did not like as she had worried that I might get attracted to the lessons of black magic. So she tried to send me to a remote town where her sister lived. But that was in vain. When she talked and sought the permission of grandpa he looked at mom with his wide open eyes. We all knew the meaning of that look. It was a negative signal. I was happy as at least then I had escaped from her continuous and hesitating torture of ‘’go to play and stop chap this helping and more company.’’

He had a suitcase, huge and ancestral, made of teak wood where he kept his account and secret books, written on dried palm leaves, on black magic. It had many secret shelves that he only knew and he kept the keys with him even when he slept. Even the elders did not have permission to see those books but I was lucky as I had full freedom to see and it was my duty to remove dust from them opening the bondage of red ocher silks.

The respect and fear that I had with village men on grandpa brought me much benefit and privileges. I could manage well the mischievous kids and could become the leader of village kids. We were a headache for farmers especially for sugarcane cultivators.

I enjoyed an outing with him so much especially the one on every Sunday when the village market opened. We had always something to sell. That was an interesting journey as we did it on our own bullock cart

Vendors there in the market would give me some gifts and toffees for free and would pay a high price for our agricultural products. It was so funny to see in their eyes the fear and respect with my grandpa.

What an amazing experience here had happened once in every year where the celebration and special offering to grandpa’s secret God. Our home would be decorated with tender coconut leaves and colorful garlands. At midnight he would open a special room, that was closed the rest of the year and enter with a living cock, some bottles of fresh toddy and the door would be closed. It took some hours to open the door.

That was a horrible scene when it reopened;, kids would cry in fear while we saw the blood of chicken in his mouth as he would kill  the cock with his mouth and drink all the bottles of toddy. He would counsel us to pray well as his God entered inside him and he was then a God.