Wednesday, 4 June 2014

Right


 
       
I’ve a right to pure water
Provided I don’t pollute it.
I’ve a right to pure air
Provided I don’t release exhaust into it.
I’ve a right to a clean environment
Provided I keep it clean in the first place.
I have a right to everything/anything
Only if I contribute positively towards it!

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The copyright of this poem is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.

Sunday, 1 June 2014

Death


The great leveler,
You catch everyone unawares!
Not anyone do you spare!
Disease, riots, wars, epidemics
Are of course, your endemics!
       When one has no choice,
        You sadistically rejoice!
        You leave a wave of anguish,
        Misery, helplessness,
        With your sheer meanness!
Those who think themselves immortal,
You render false, thoroughly mortal!
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The copyright of this poem is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.

Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Furniture


We hold hidden secrets
When opened after a long time
Skeletons tumble out – CLOSETS
      We groan with our burden
      Sometimes give way to pressure
    We need good support – CHAIRS
We are very useful
We bear food, cutlery, flowers, etc.
We need a good scrub/polish – TABLES
      We provide a good night’s sleep
      Rest and relaxation to the weary
      We blush at the naughty – BEDS
We are over-stuffed/over-worked
Seldom free from the couch potatoes
We threaten to go on a strike
If we are called the ‘casting couches’! – SOFAS/COUCHES
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The copyright of this poem is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.

Friday, 23 May 2014

The Table-cloth


I’m spread out when there’s a party
Where everyone laughs, loud and hearty.
I’m trimmed with the finest lace
Adorned with the best flower- vase!
I show off the antique silver gracefully
While everyone tucks into the spread gleefully!
My heart bleeds with every careless spill
As I wait impatiently for guests to have their fill!
Soon I’m raring for a wash
So that I may once again look posh!
Then it’s time to retire into my closet
With my other friends, the tea-cozy and the singlet!
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The copyright of this poem is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.

Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Carpet


I’m meant to beautify, adorn
But am trampled upon, often torn
By use and abuse, I’m weary and worn
My wretched fate, I often mourn!
       I’m slightly better-off than the door-mat
       But am still wary of that little brat
       Who spills things on me, gives me a stink
       Then I’m spread on the parapet, often over the brink!
Though I don’t need a tan, I need the sun
Definitely, after everyone has had their fun!
Sweeping their dirt under my belly
And leaving me fuming and smelly!
       Sometimes, a vacuum-cleaner tortures me
       But its essential for a cleaner, newer ME! 
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The copyright of this poem is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.

Friday, 16 May 2014

Curtain


I hide the hideous, conceal the beauteous,
Offer privacy, protect conspiracy.
Draw the veil over uncomfortable truths
Draw the line for voyeurs
Provide peek-a-boo for the curious
Extend a camouflage for the nefarious
Don’t show anything that’s spurious!
I caution, I tantalize
I reveal, I hide
I’m only a humble curtain
But none can do without me,
About that I am certain!
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The copyright of this poem is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.

Sunday, 11 May 2014

Reminiscing about my dear Amma

Firstly, let me wish all of you, dear friends, "A very happy Mother's Day!" Indeed God created these wonderful and warm beings as he couldn't be everywhere, as was rightly observed by someone.
On a personal note, I would like to reminisce about my dear mother, Amma. Though she passed away recently, she still resides in our hearts and is as close to us; as when she was alive. The evening star that is visible from my window, is definitely my Amma, benignly and indulgently looking at me and granting me all my wishes.
I pray to the red hibiscus plant that I planted in her memory, daily; and request God to keep her very happy in Heaven. I also request my Amma to keep loving, supporting and blessing me all the while. Surely, my prayers are bearing fruit. I just need to keep up the good faith. Patience and perseverance are two qualities that were ingrained in me by my mother. Her generosity and sense of humor were also worth emulating.
I learned to work sincerely, without complaint; and fight against injustice fearlessly from her.
Indeed, we siblings wouldn't have been the same without the support, love and guidance of our parents. All our friends would envy the rapport that we shared with our parents. We could talk to both of them about any topic under the sun! They gave us a free rein to do anything that we desired and were very non-interfering.
My father is still our best friend, philosopher and guide. If my Amma would've been alive, she and Anna would've completed 50 years of happy married life. Nevertheless, 49 years is also a landmark, one that makes all of us proud.
Wish you a very happy Mother's Day, Amma. Be there for us, always. 
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The copyright of this write-up is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.