O" Mynah..

       O” Mynah...

 O” Mynah, O’ Mynah the little bird,

 I had got it from the paddy field.

The screaming sound echoes in fields

In the dusk where I saw reaped grains,

Looks like golden beads in sunset

Loading  in bullock carts by men.                

The women carrying hay bundles in line.

All are busy to go to home.

The ants are biting too hard,

Village hunter black crows scramble it.

 The screaming sound echoes in fields

The little bird was injured, twines twisted

in wings and limbs are bleeding

I saw tears in its eyes.

Feathers are stuck   in blood and mud.

When I took the bird in my hands,

Aggressively it strikes again and again.

With pointed sharp beak and claws.

It made cuts in my fingers.

But I didn’t drop or leave the bird down

I loved and cared the little mynah.

It’s unable to fly, healing takes time

The turmeric paste applied on broken feathers

Day by day it became a beautiful Mynah

It had a yellow golden crested eye.

It had brown and black plumage that shine.

Thin Yellow limbs and beaks

White patches under its wings

The adorable beauty started to sing.

Woo! What a change..

Started  to jump and move slowly in cage.

Its adapted to  a free flight .

In the backyard I started to watch

 Other birds in dawn and dusk

But they smelt I will put them in cage

I perched and kept there  food in bottles

The locusts and grasshopper and cockroaches

My mynah swallows very fast.

Then home cooked rice, peas and sweet fruits

Kept in the coconut shell all dishes it likes

First to give to my mynah always tasty dishes.

Early joyfully wake up hearing the mash up songs

It’s able to walk on toes and move on the loop.

When I touch the bird it shows greet.

Tail feathers kept up and head will be down.

Stretches the wings and dances like a peacock

It slowly started to talk to me in love

It starts to whistle in loud, if any guest comes

It screech if it sees cats, snakes or eagles.

I just thought the bird is docile let it to perch alone

The bird in swift flew over the trees and started to whistle

That made immense joy to that bird but I felt very sad

the cage with left over dried seeds and sweet fruits.

Its sleepless night watching at the cage i.e., empty

I heard melodious song often by the bird.

You in the groves and fly with free birds in sky

On the hanging leaves of coconuts trees.

Now it sings and dances in the natures love.

You are with your mate in the avian world

Without boundaries enjoy the freedom, enjoy life.

I heard, I seen you here and there jumps

I know in my home you are a caged bird.

 But the polished cage, I kept for lifetime.

It will be a cage for giving care to Bird 

O” Mynah, you live long in your home.

                                 

The simple poetry

The simple poetry..

All have feelings

Air in the wind

Water in the sea

Fire in the rocks

Beads in the necklace,

Colors in the rainbow,

Stars in the sky,

Atoms in the Molecules

When combine with human thoughts

with an inkpot, pen and book

The poetry is made.

The chooral stick..

The ‘chooral’ stick

 An unrolled rotang stem

It’s from the sacred groves

Like a snake, it climbs on the tree

Are you bearing in mind?

It’s only a green stick

 this generation  is never familiar

All become alert, full with spikes

Dried out barks are pulled off

 It appears pliable polished stick 

While we fight each other it strikes

Parents will take it up

It swishes with a whistling sound

Sometimes it looks like a dragon

 it looks like a whip.

 It looks like a loop

Sometimes we buy and sell the sticks,

To please teachers and parents

Haha, the stick will talk to us

At ones, it will give warnings

It's a presence on the table

It's a presence on the desk

Echoes discipline in boyhood days

 Reminds the paining friends also

 a burning blister will be in every hand

Weeps in pains laugh later in ground

Within us scary ‘The chooral sticks’ stories  

It’s a pointer to mould character.

The magic of the stick brought changes a lot.

The genders..

      The genders

 I saw an imperial garden

Only with colorful flowers

Everything is connected.

Same family in the rows of joy

The “staminate” flowers

 The “pistillate”   flowers

And a few  “androgynous” flowers

Woo! Beautiful   creations

All sways in harmony.

Oh, in their sweet smiles,

 Soft hum of fragrant air

Plays with  humming birds.

But when I came close to

The androgynous flowers

I felt their eyes in tears

 Reveals opened petals

I touched the soft heart,

 The blaming blood relations,

Wounded and isolated them.

Rustle of a half man and half lady.

Heard in the colorful petals

So it is a solitary flower.

In the imperial garden.

The Androgynous flower.

The warrior birds..

     The Warrior birds..

Hey, We are two warrior birds

Who have the same alleles.

Hatched from the same nest

In the mother birds wings

With warmth of love

Perch’s   together in appetite

 Shared the bates on beaks

 When we started to croon

Dawn wakes up with smile

All the buds blossomed

Added colors to thick plumage

Sickle tails outlined as a hanging rainbow.

More energetic slim body on tough thighs

Head raises up, the crown like comb,

 Seething eyes and dancing wattles

They walked on the green carpet.

Like triumphant warriors.

 Swaying all, dance with us. Sing with us

 The auction took place

Extremist, millionaires and politicians surrounds us

They told to fight and become brighter

Metal hooks kept in wings

More sharpened stout beaks

Perching feet’s with sharp knifes

Jolts by each strike and sparks

We  maul each other strikes,

Strike, strike each other

They clap and pour more fire.

Feathers they sliced

 Arteries, river of life are cut

Sweethearts   they broken

Wartime over gatherings disperses

Nobody there to hold in hands

Warriors squeal at last in tears

Near the nest tree

 For the gambler “they are dying”.

Only for clap only for clap

With their laugh and power

Merrily other warriors are ready.

Think before the auction young flock

Dusk filled with blood drops.

The hungry souls..

   The  Hungry Soul

Once “The hungry soul “

 Entered in gods own country.

 There are lots of pretty people.

Have a lot of luxuries,

Huge mansions,

Lush green granaries

With wings of complete liberty

But nobody there to give,

A handful of rice,

A glassful of water,

The soul is from the wild den or

The soul is from neighborhoods

In need of food

The soul took cereals and pulses.

The camera eyes caught it

Would it be forgiven? the social systems

Little cereals

Little pulses

Little salt….need of,

 A hungry small stomach.

 In tears, the starved man remains

“Hits on Hungry stomach”..

“Hits on Hungry stomach”..

 No rules to put out the hunger?

No country...No religion...No humanity


 All thrashed him

O” God you left the place...

Sorry to the hungry soul.

The eye petals..

     The eye petals...

 From the brain stem,

Arises two shining petals.

The white brilliant layer

 Each spotted with a black gem.

Moves two and fro ..

Blinking winking petals.

Perceives colors of heaven.

Reflect far and wide in the soul.

It makes the feeling of love.

It drops the tears of kindness.

Hey, look to that two petals..                                   

In anger, it’s gloomy, bloodshot

And the vision is blurred.

So close eyes by sleep and pray

 Awake In love it’s bloomy,

Make this life an “Eden garden”

It’s so beautiful gift of god

Two eye petals in the flower.

She is Scary..

       She is scary

Season changes but she is scary

Winter made the leaves plunge

 Seen she without help in moonshine

Surrounded by howling dogs .

 Black cats crossing her way,

Fighting, screaming as a baby in pain.

On the trunks barred  owls growls.

But she is scary...she is scary.

Lonesome in the winter night

All are making her terribly scary

Many evils moving around us

She tries to hide in the snow

Evils act fast..

Ties her in twisted ropes

Keep the bricks around her

Hitting with sharp silver nails

Poured cement, plastered well

Kept an axe near to that

Kept a flag near to that.

Trapping her inside the walls

With in  concrete blocks.

She is on her last legs...

With   seedlings to epidermal skin.

Alas! Enclosed in a steel drum.

Night grew darker and darker

The black cats are crying like babies

Witnesses are there they are hiding

You stars don’t hide in clouds

Nature is love...Nature is mother...

Save her “she is the nature”...

She is scary...she is scary..

Infinity of love..

    Infinity of love..

The dawn cock made the alarm,

Cockarikoo cokarikoo…

Hey, Wake up to see her lovely smile.

As far up the stupendous mountain.

The golden face with sunspot looks as bindi

She begins radiant smiles.

Her attractive body still on the horizon,

Covered in the cloudy gingham costumes,

Floating in the space.

She brushed her long red hair

In a lazy mood, touches the thick woods.

While the birds in the nest started singing songs

She became subsequently beautiful.

With a spectral smile, she descended to the valleys.

“The landlord” is awaiting with tulips buds.

Welcomes her with a handful of tulips,

A hug with mist and cool breeze...

While she kisses glued petals,

It opens with fragrance in landscapes.

Woo! Diamond rains on blooms…

 Her legs touch the rivers and bring silver glow,

Trees are lined with more birds and animals.

Each matter is talking about their love.

She is everything for “the landlord”.

He made the mountains, seas, deserts

All the wonders of the world for her joy

She looks dazzling and hot...

But don’t stare at her

She is “soorya” the lover of “the land” lord.

Now the dusk begins, stars here and there

 In the moonlight they

Looking at each other and slept

The love in her ladyship and his lordship

Gifted each life in the universe..

An atom to Akash ganga in this eternity of love

The force of love is beyond imaginations…

A shooting star..

A shooting star.

I saw a shooting star

That falling from the high heaven 

Granny told me don’t see

It’s a restless soul in the sky

Why I ask?

She smiled and went to sleep

Twinkling   sibling stars

 The dashing moon at night

 It’s so nice to see them all

Surely it will bring pleasure to us

Shining diamond coming to land

The huge glow in super speed

But lost the direction from its path

 The unlucky   shooting star

 Dragged by lofty mountain ranges

Stellar death confirmed with dust and debris.

Angelic clouds and full moonlight

Added a new star to the perplexing constellation

It's self-luminous in a set of laws

Pressure, temperature and gravity in celestial rules.

The stardom rises with all these laws

When one will fall other will glow,

In merrily and terribly without tears

My eyes blinked of dismal mind

Granny told me don’t see

It’s a soul restless in the sky.

The magnetic man..

      The magnetic man

The magnetic man on street

The man is forceful and hard

His heart is a magnetite

It’s not soft but beats...

Made a field of attraction around him

In his field with many feelings

 While he gets close to home

Some attracts as unlike poles

But he moves as strong.

With a powerful magnetic field

With  feelings of love...

He opens the entrance

The most liked ones repels...

The unlike ones attracted to him

Here repulsive force is more powerful

 The magnetite heart in his chest

Bang and bang with poles

Made him apart from home

In the repulsive force, the heart broken

And a metallic sword pierced into flesh

a dark fluid oozes out  from heart

Alas! Down to the earth

With filings around him

In earths gigantic magnetic field.