The hum..ho..human race.

  The hum ho human “RACE”?

The gallery with humans,

Curators with humanoids and hominids                            

Today human race in a race with humanoids

 Hominids are not well-built

Let us to know the landmarks

Lucy on line …human on line...Sophia on line

Lucy and Sophia both are marvelous

ho hominids ..hum  humanoids .. human in “RACE”

Who’s is this Lucy?

The wild creation of nature

“Starting point” somewhere in the cave

One who gave the light of past

She hunts for food with simple tools

She had been died, she belongs to hominids

She is Lucy a link to human race...Passed,

“A baton of evolution” to the human race.

Who is this Sophia?

The manifestation of human mind

Everywhere  everywhere in  modern world

In street, in eyries and the nursing homes

She comes from the robotocist brain, passes

“Intelligence unto a world of robotics”

If the reboots smile with malwares

“Irons in the fire” go on with humans

 The baton of artificial intelligence

The human in race...The human in race...

An Intelligent creation of nature… “The humans”

Live with throbbing hearts and emotions

The race fight up Human vs. humanoids

the bionics  without life soul and life blood

Clap clap.. It’s near to the finishing point

Step out of from the comfort zones

Human elbowed robots aside

Hey! “Baton of humanity” yet to give.

Not to hominids and humanoids but for fellow beings

Speed up speed up with “the hearts of love”

The long run embrace “the hum ho human”

The fence..

         The Fence..

O”Raja and O” Rani both are in heartfelt love.

Both are flying like lovey-dovey birds

In her  colored skin tattooed his name

He gives the plums that collected from,

 groves which are so sweet..

Both loved, cared and decided to live together

O’ lovers “life is so beautiful “if fences aren’t there.

Who made this fence? The hunters.

They planted bamboos at the border of their nest-

Grown hastily fast those stem cuttings into wild.

On the fence, little birds and squirrels played

Raja and Rani hoped with them to see her by the fence

The sprouted roots deeply entered into the lonely hearts.

Clumped bamboo leaves with darted shoots bleed them a lot

They are unable to see each other

Dawn is cloudy with loud thunders that alarms.

Bamboos flowered, later seeded and years passed

Rats breed a lot and famine spread with hot waves

Snakes breed a lot and like flags sways on the poles

Lovely singing birds and playful squirrels went astray

Drought stuck-up the village averted the lovebirds.

Alas! The venom spitting snakes bite the Rani

Alas! The venom spitting snakes bite the Raja…

But I saw much more fences there are in this world-

clumping bamboo fences  with sharp blades

Now the fences changed into gigantic concrete walls with piercing arms

Monuments are ready on their names ..

 O”Raja and O” Rani both are in heartfelt love.

A desert tree..

                A desert tree..

The date tree in the desert epitomize “the life of a man”

It looks like a man in a green crown turban

who teaches again “ Life is a sacrifice”

 Given up his own life in the battle of dreams.

The dusty trunk is rough but the heart of wood is soft

In the scorching space and bright rays primly stands

And pick up happiness for the saplings or siblings...

 In the drought dusty air, many are dead and desiccated

But the strong hand like palm fronds waves and cools themselves

Tolerance and far off searches by deeply rooted responsibilities

Thus, made the dreams to bloom, with spikes of golden yellow fruits

 Now makes thatches for little birds  

 “ the nest “ a graceful feel of this life.

For their smiles and shining eyes this tree bids

To dusty hot rays in the lonely desert

That fills the dust with blooms of fragrance

And the heart with the sweetness of plum dates…

Hey! Don’t be thankless birds.

This makes the tree to weep in the desert.

The rachis with leaves making as a pen

Dips in the desert  grief’s  mix with dust

The expatriate who wrote colorful episodes

 Here remains as the date trees in a green crown of the turban.

         

                                                                      

The shadow that follows me..

        

  The shadow that follows me...

The shadow.. the shadow.. you are with me

The shadow.. the shadow.. you always follow me

But the shadow is big, that seems not to like me

But I love this shadow. You are with me.

the shadow is big 

when light is close to me

the shadow is small

when light is away from me.

 I am an opaque body full of dilemmas

But you gave me “this flesh and blood”

I believe in it, more than my wandering mind

When I am farther from home.

In the light of memories

 Its become bigger and bigger

It’s become closer and closer

 Lay a hand on me that’s only a friend of mine.

O” father, you the shadow that follows me

O” father, you the shadow that follows me

In the hot summer that you are the shade for me.

Like an evergreen tree with blooms for me

 You lead me in lonely ferocious streets with courage

In street light, you came as the shadow for me

In the moonlight, you smile and hide

As the background the dark sky for me

And silently look at me with symbolic gestures

From the starry skies, you always shine

The shadow taught  “dare to live”.

The shadow “that real for me”.

O” father, You the shadow that follows me.

The shadow trails with me

 In the platform and careless periods of sleep

While misplaces the bags and purses in the train

 You the shadow that reminds me.

 "In my journey of life; you aren’t with me

Still, I reach hometown

Your hairy caring hands are close to me

He leads and his shadow follows me"

O” father O” father your shadow follows me,

Your shadow,  your shadow that follows me.

The lovely drops..

           The lovely  drops

Love is a lovely drop only in earthly heaven.

Dawn, It scatters  as fresh dazzling  dew drops

With angled sunlight and luminous haze

It hugs  exotic flairs in the beautiful garden

 it soaks seeds in meadows,

It quenches thirst and cools the soil.

lovebirds suck it from lower lip crimson petals

The drops again go in deep into flowers

That makes lovely spur of sweet nectaries

The lolling rolling dew drops on evergreen lush

 kisses all life’s    in a nest of love on peach trees

Where they laid shining eggs to hatch?

The   brood  for  love and  flutters  in the heaven

 the nectar of drops they share in little beaks also

“ Lub dub” rhythm of tiny drips in hearts.

The brilliance of eyes  that sheds,

the tiny drop gently leaning with the grin

Shower drops of love by all   dawn to dusk    

Sing and dance as enlightened drops fall on earth

It is up to us, touch and feels the lovely drop

orchid flowers

The gardener and orchid flowers

Daily celebrations begin with these flowers

Flourished in the garden with bliss..

The crown and glory of gardeners,

these merrily flowers in framework.

 The fragrance of love, prayers, and  wishes

The childhood colored as the orchid flowers.

on a firm branch of a shady tree in the school

Dawn to dusk  life of gardeners

Is to stand for these brilliant flowers smile

As an avid gardener, I am in a garden

 Orchid flowers with a wide range of difference.

The light scatters with sparkling dews

Promises each flower will shine

My duty to nourish and encourage the growth

I kept them on  firm branches of shady trees of knowledge

With a smile, I splashed  values at the time

To prevent wilt and fall  

A lot of stressful tasks there..

Blossomed and late bloomers are in roll

Trimmed  spikes at the time with needs

Removed  biting pest from petals

With uniform love kept them in order

Now you all dance in the gentle breeze

While some  falls from branches

In the sudden whirlwinds in garden

 Whom, I want to blame don’t know,

that makes my heart out every season.

The wide range of orchid flowers shining in different branches

Daily celebrations begins with these flowers.

A mystic man..

Mr. Sahyan

I saw a mystic man….a mystic man

 In the  jungles of western ghats

The stout rocking man is too tall

The master of this earthly wealth

 Shook his head spreading long hairs at side

The opulent man looking to queen Arabian sea

Touches the cloudy box meanwhile

 It scatters full of pretty pearls on her….

She is dancing with the silver-white frock

Of sparkling waves in the aromatic breeze.

 The pearls for loving hearts..

 A lot of  dangling pearls…O” dangling pearls

I am so curious slowly stepped forward

To collect some of the shining pearls,

Suddenly I heard the thundering sound

Did he saw me? I hide in a cave

 Again he is touching the bluish sky-

 The woody trees  moving to and fro

A crown  of golden rays on his head

Made a  “thilak”  at his broad forehead

The lighted valley is  glorifying him and adoring with flowers

Tributary  streams designed the “kasavu mund “and shawls

Covered over his hairy masculine body.

Little scared to go nearer to his hut.

Oh! In a blaze of colors, patrolling little butterflies

Kissing fragrant flowers and basking in the sun

So wild the rocky steps with gorgeous peacocks

Snakes and tuskers near the sacred grooves….

I need to satisfy within, what a nice spot

The journey is too  “the wisdom of nature”

I shouted Mr.Sahyan .. Mr sahyan

The master of this hidden wealth.

 

Rareeram ...

The Mother leaf..

The mother leaf..

I saw an evergreen plant in  beautiful garden of life.

I saw an evergreen plant in  beautiful garden of life.

There was a “mother leaf “so lovely in the habitat

Broad lamina bulged out, clings to little buds.

She prepared sweets in hands and taught many others in school

Through her veins she gave the “pigment of love” to little buds.

Adaxial surface of her skin notched up many buds

It protects from direct sunlight, strong winds and pests

The buds sucked the healthy rich pigments from her skin.

Now the “mother leaf” becomes pale yellow with white spots

Still “mother leaf” stored sweet love in notches for buds

Before going to shed in the autumn wind or in rain

The buds that are grown pushed her out from node of the stem

The pot where she kept some color of love and food broken in fall

But the soft wings of little butterflies slowly brought it down.

I admire the noble deeds, “who gave that care and love”.

This mothers love   touches every heart..

Ageing like chlorosis where the colors in life blurred

Withering of yellow leaves is a fact,

But don’t pluck from home turf.

But don’t pluck from home turf .

The yellow leaves will fall. New buds will grow

But the “mother leaf’s “hydathode eyes are seeking for love”.

“Such so many old age “mother leaves”,

In the beautiful garden of life.

                                               

The Broken Anklets..

 The Lady with Broken Anklets….
A Lady of miseries beating two quartzite pebbles,
Entered in the coach singing “Pardeshi song”
The melodious rhythm and harmonious gestures
Superb! soloist using a typical friendly tone.
It’s the life-sustaining show with the flow of emotions,
Besides a girl with jingling anklets sound,
Roaming wistful and silent, staring at all.
Maybe she is hungry, needs a “kind deed”.

Passengers attention please,”Happy journey”.
All rushing in sleeper class, to confirm their berth
The train started to move, with a whistling sound
While the lady and little girl stepped down.
Listen in the girls “jingling anklet sounds”.
“Jill Jill ” jingling anklets with beads and bells
Stretching hands then patted the empty bowl,
Hurrah! passengers throwing on the platform
Twinkling silver coins with dazzling smiles.
Passengers attention please, attention, please..
The little girl hops on bare feet, says a goodbye.

The electric train in tracks of high-speed..
With spectacular opulence, sceneries flashing.
Along the tracks, turns and tunnels in the swift.
But the two faces haunting in the journey
With “tinkling anklets” and “pardeshi song”
They again in many streets and places
Wandering in platforms and bus stations
Some of them are in devotional places
Some of them are with deity photos
Some of them are handicapped and deceased
If provoked, some looks miscreants,
Stretching the hands again with endless tears.

Schooling in the streets, the little girl is asleep.
Fatal gifts of darkness, sniffing the platforms
Inhuman predators and pests reached in their tents.
In thundering sounds, nobody heard their screams.
High-speed trains are moving on time in tracks
No hard feeling in the dirty infected boars.
A lot in the slums. .. a lot in the slums.
Oh-oh! the anklets scattered, with painting sound

Again the lady with bowl begging for food
In Bizarre look, bummed along the platforms.
With out “the pebbles” and “the parades song”
Broken jingling anklets shivered in her palms
Passengers attention please, in the journey of life
These broken hearts, sutured only by “kind deeds”
A lady with broken anklets, still on the platform.

My dear Jasmine..

         My dear jasmine ..a  little bud.

I saw you my dear sweetheart through my windows,

Jasmine in the bushes beside the charming village street.

I heard the playful goose and chirrups of little birds.

You are bounded with wild climbers and creepers.

Encircling your tender twigs and white feathery buds,

the thorny climbers twisting over in between green leaves.

I am trying to touch you but the thorns hurt me

 I decided to save you from the prickly climbers

Yea! the pointed sharp “sickle” a sparkling thought 

I cut the wild climbers and threw aside

Now you are free to dance in the breeze

Enjoy the freedom; fill the fragrance to the world

See you again buds…See you again through the windows.

In the dusk the crown of moonlight ahead,

O’ Baskets  O ’Baskets the sale of young buds.

But I am shocked to see someone plucked the buds

In the baskets, moving in different streets for sales..

O” where are you?  Where are you? In streets, I yelled..

Started to search something hit on my heels.

Legs caught in thrown away scandent, and I stumble

I am trying to move with thorns in my heart

Wild climbers, you saved her day and night in the bush

But today I confess in front of wild climbers

Giving it exposure to the freedom and light.

My lovely darling you are shifted from light

Today’s night the crown moonlight will peep in bushes

For the jasmine beauty, to see your silvery smile.

You like to embellish as a beloved bride,

But the fate is to rest as puffy petals in dark nights,

As the whitish bed and toss in the brothels.

O" Baskets  O’ Baskets  the sale of  young buds

Near to the stagnant ditch in city streets..

But today I confess in front of wild climbers.

The wild climbers “prickling love” in bushes,

 is the fence of your beauty in Village Street

Closing my windows I am trying to move

With more and more thorns in my heart.