g's world

I spread out in peace, basking under the generous ray, that lights my world to sweat. I lie down on a pile of fragility just like my journey under the yonder, shattered yet ploughing through. The green shelter upon my head, is my faithful company every noon, after the sumptuous meal I digest. Though with crevices, a thousand, darkens my day, soothes my tanned cloak. Ah! the appalling breeze, at these fantasy glassed shops, tantalizes my spirits to work hard. Yet I get, the hot wind , sprawling through the naked streets, parching my throat off my last quench. After the short nap, I waddle onto the deranged streets, pedalling hard among the buzz to bring to an end, another day of struggle, to wrap and shelter, to quench and nurture. Photo Courtesy:  Ramaswamy Nallaperumal, chennaidailyfoto

I have something to tell you when you glade through the wondrous yonder strewn with shining speckles I have something to tell you when you glide through the deepening waves as they delve toward the main I have something to tell you when you rot and drop down from the abode of your kin I have something to tell you when you slither onto the coarse sand into the world underneath. I have something to tell you when you bask under the shine as you munch stacks of gold. I have to tell you something as you guffaw in delirious tones when the silver ball rises into the dark I have something to tell you as you swiften gracefully with your magnificent feathers arched wide I have something to tell you when you hop into your tiny hole with your furry paws in fear I have something to tell you as you open into your world afresh every day as you wake up from your slumber. Yes, You! I have something tell you all, that no ...

                            It was a lovely morning when I boarded the train from the Mambalam station; I purchased a ticket and took a seat in the partly filled vendor compartment. As usual vendors of every type advertised their pens, cucumbers, colouring books and guavas. I bought a packet of peanuts and started munching away to pass the time. I was half-asleep and lolling on the metal wall of the train when I heard tapping sounds in a rhythmic wave. I sleepily gazed around the compartment to find out the source of such noise. I found a woman who clad a ragged sari tapping a vessel with a wooden stick. When I looked at the center of the compartment, there was this girl who was no more than five years old somersaulting, dancing and doing other sorts of tricks with a small iron ring of her size. As the tapping ended, she ran to her mother to collect the vessel and came over to the passengers to beg for...