LATHA SURESH

MUSA

Clouds were sent as shades

Over their heads

Manna the food was

Given to extrude their hunger, Musa

On command by the Almighty

Divided the  ocean into two

To make way out for them from chaos

He tapped on rocks with his wand

And twelve rivers sprang out for them

In no time.

All by the direction of God

But they were not satisfied with the

Heavenly manna, the holy water and

The lapwing birds allotted to them

They complained to Musa that they

Could not live eating the same food

In the whole of their lifetime

They wanted spinach, cucumber

Wheat, spices and onion to

Make varied meals

Again the Almighty reminded

The Israelites that he has rescued

Them from the cruelties of the

Pharaoh and guided them to peace

But still peace is far away from them.

ONEC AGAIN

Years after I went to my grandma’s house

An old mangostin tree at the left corner of

The entrance, my uncle planted long time since

The leaves of which shuffled in the wind

Inside the compound wall the bed of roses

Was replaced by a doberman’s cage

The sun pierced in through the iron rails of

The window with the sharp glowing rays in

The dusk which showed me the change of

Shining vitrified tiles, in place of grey cement

On the walls, photographs of my grandpa,

Grandma, my mother and a group photo, me

Being on the front row, ground, sitting cross

Legged, wearing a cotton skirt and blouse with

A fringed hair bunch hung down from the fore-

Head, showing a line of teeth missing one

In the middle.

My eyes searched and found a photo on the

Right wall in the middle, once my uncle fixed

He described then that it was of a great pianist

Named Frederic Francois Chopin

I touched my ears, close by  on the wall;

I heard the nocturne, the wind was jumping

From his piano, from one reel to the other

Like a kitten on the floor playing with its twin.

I longed to have my childhood once again

With my uncle, grandma, grandpa and my

Little aunts.

A WHITE PAPER

A white sheet of paper

Is a technology

To create new inventions

In language and literature

Invading new words new ideas

New findings, techniques, presentation

By discharging the theoretical and

Mythological structure, imposed

Upon the readers with doctrines

And dogmatism

It leads the writer to a revolution of writing

There is enough space to write or think

Whether with meter or rhyme

What is to be written

A white paper may become an

Instrument to destroy the world in seconds

And to build up a new world

Of happiness and blessedness

It is an inspiration to write, also helps

The writer ensure where he stands

On the path of writing

[LATHA SURESH]