freedom and responsibility...!!

indeed the bird is free,

what is freedom...?

'i want to be free'

says everybody.

absolute freedom is a myth.

freedom always presupposes a certain amount of responsibility.

here the bird is free. but it has to go in search of food,

the bird has to find ways and means for security,

the birt goes in search of a friend...

all these we call the responsibility of free bird.

there is no absolute freedom.

i 'm a student and i want to be free,

well and good

i 'm a teacher and i want to be free,

well and good

i 'm a doctor and i want to be free,

well and good

i 'm a housewife and i want to be free,

well and good

i 'm a person and i want to be free,

ofcourse all of us are free

but it is a qualified freedom

otherwise it won't work

teacher's reward...!!

on a fine morning
there came a lady,
inquired about the principal.
we had a small conversation.

are you the new teacher
who teaches my child?
do you teach disaster management?
with wide opened eyes she asked me.

yes i do. i replied.
oh! my God..!!
my son loves your class,
why don't you teach some other subjects too?
please teach some more subjects.

after a while she went home,
dear lady,
it was you who gave me the best gift
on this teachers' day.
thank you, may God bless you.

salesperson...!

a new transformation,
rather a forced one,
against the will and wish,
from now on you are cursed to be...
what ...?

be always in the market,
speak the language of profit,
make money, gather profit,
then where is life? i asked.
life is like that, replied the sage.

when you say one 'yes'
it presupposes so many other 'no's.
it's the irony of life...
life is like that, replied the sage.

the power to say no,
is always there:
then how about the destiny?
to reach there, do all
even if against your will.

is it so binding that
there should be only one way,
i can move this way or that way,
the onus is completely on me.

guide me you Oh! eternity,
to get through the momentary existence.

land of rasam and kolambu...!!

innocent people live here
they enjoy rasam and kolambu
with the white rice cooked.

my friends brought three lunch boxes
we are but five.
what is the problem? its usual.
we sat in a circle sharing the meal.

chellam open your mouth
have this ball of rise immersed in kolambu.
super its wonderful.
the rasam is superb.
inform your mother that
we enjoyed the food.

its a wonder, my friend
you just open your mouth sitting there
the other gives you rice and kolambu
right in your mouth.

the love expressed
the love experienced
the love shared

thankom eat, eat,
otherwise you will be tired.
the motherly care,
sisterly concern...

security..!!

people call him security,
he stands throughout the day and night
infront of your building, safeguarding you,
but he has no name, but securiy.

hey you security, open the gate,
close the gate...
people made security a mechine.
i.e., human beings into objects,
a horrifying fall...

good friday..!!

it's good friday marked with the way of the cross
the way of the cross started
priest in the front, children, women, men
all fell in two lines, religiously walking.

people avoided the hot sun,
got under the shades of the trees
they carried beautiful polished wooden cross
(ofcourse not the cross of their life)
recited the prayer, sang the song,
and passed the stations one by one.

somebody was the busy with a camera
capturing the way of the cross.
the stupidity is...
it is a show.
photo will be there in tomorrow's new paper
glory to me, glory to me.

love one another as i have loved you
said jesus, our master.
bear with the difficulties of your life
that is the cross for you to carry throughout life
but the people carried polished wooden cross.
some carried sandalwood cross, others rosewood cross.
oh! hail wooden polished shining cross (not of jesus)

as the procession proceeded
there were people working under hot sun.
their skin blackend by the hot sun
yet they are happy, and kept working
they are building a church,
dwelling place of god almighty
but they won't pray there
because they are not christians
but they are children of god, i am sure.
god already blessed them, before he/she bless me.

the way of the cross proceeds...
you and i get under the shade,
but jesus is busy building a church.

death...the inevitable...

somebody dies,
he/she dies, who cares.
when it comes to me, it matters.

dear death the inevitable,
people are afraid of you, at least most of them
yet they think they will never die
and others die, not me,
i die later, you die now; people think.

i ponder over my death at times.
its called meditation.
the momentariness of life
a flash in the pan, that is life.

then why the competition,
why the unending passions,
why the hatred, and violence,
why the borders and narrowmindedness...!
for you and i die, no exeption what so ever.