Madurai To Nellai By Bus
So much excitement over a bus ride
Had experiences though in my teens
Long after now from northern side
Madurai to Nellai southward on wheels
Colourfully odoured the bus-terminus at Madurai
Trying a faster pace myself behind husband
Roamed around sufficiently the many sundry
Caught the bus finally, me in pushed
Almost a bare bus.Thanked God
Possibly my teen bus was now stale
However felt jolly; Hubby too did
After decades old couple enjoying quite hale
The running bus metrically jolted us
Lapping meteoric curvetures shortly curtly
My musical mind enjoyed the meters
Hubby, his usual self of berating loudly
My usual self shirked him
Slicked a little aside
Evening crept in with a prayer hymn
Hubby, dozed with a slight slide
Night came yet not our destination
Started counting the stars seen out
Slowly fell asleep dreams woven
So far nowhere did the bus halt
Steadily whirred and whirred
Somewhere at the depth were we asleep
A sudden break, a sonorous horn stirred
Kovilpatti did the bus stop
There did I first fuss disturbed
Nudged me a vendor with a cut cucumber
' Nothing has yet changed 'I opined
'Since my teen time older'
Civics cremated by those vendors
Better to be cautious not to be diseased
Hubby got out of the bus
Just to be uncaged a while indeed
Our trip intermitted only once just
Happy hubby couldn't get out often
Lest would be mine a pulsating heart
Waiting in search off and on
So was our rare experience
Like some people sometimes try out
'A sovereign thrill of one's independence'
Safe at our Nellai such we felt
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Chennai To Nellai By Car
Propitiated dawn of the month'Aadi'
Declared 'open sesame' in brahminical way
Feeding the ancestral soarers ceremonially
After which
Hubby took me cabbed
To run onNH45 -NH7
Primarily amid time-eating Chennai traffic
Which tremored his whole of nerves
To rush fast past Chennai
Then to accompany a professional driver
At Viluppuram
Who drove crash-dash mode
To atone for the wasted hours
On a day of my fasting
Drastically to meet a 'break-down'
Past Tiruchi
Where time ate well two hours of sun
Which kept on bullying hubby dear and that driver
And while they were hunting for help
I resorted to deduct my abstinence to fifty percent
And started munching all the daughter-given fruits
And before hubby could crumble his anger between his teeth
A mechanic rescued reparing the car
And in the silent ordeal of delayed travelling
The trees-marathon compromised timely however
That a tamarind tree hosted meals under its shade
After which rest of our running
Bore a squat-recline sleeper snoring at the back seat
Which frightened me so darkened
To sit next to though-known driver
Who was witching the black NH7 running
Whizzingly up to Nellai
And on reaching home sleepy smiles slept
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Art
Ordinary items, extraordinary art,
Wooden pegs in a bowl I see, but what,
is that blue, red and yellow part?
A bar of soap, it does look somewhat.......
My hubby guessed a blue towel,
Or a shirt that is red,
Perhaps it was a dish towel,
Or something made of thread
I guess I have to wait once he has read
My query in this poem before he goes to bed.
What you see is what you get,
This is exactly what he said.
'Tell your Hubby, he and I see the same way.
That is exactly what it pretends to be! '
Now I see......
Hubby's Train
Hubby snores, a midnight train,
Left arm is giving me pain,
Eyes wide open, energy drain,
Can't fall asleep, I speak plain.
Fried chicken's to be blame,
High salt, High oil, the same.
In part I have to claim
I do feel a little shame,
Resistance futile, lame
Can't sleep, my hubby's train.
Cravings came, hard to resist.
We live to eat, what a twist.
Love of food so persist,
No use, give up resist.
Copyright Philo Yan September 10,2012
Moment
Express trains are respectful brothers
For they have an ihtuitional heart each
Delayed one train means much the next bothers
And it's our train next delayed long we waited such
Evening platform limned dim and dull
Weakened infrastructure waiting for a seat
Sparse benches filled with baggages full
Buzzing mosquitoes spraying around to bite
Uneasy to feel lost in a railed hell
Chairs, benches inadequate even to rest
Impatient me escorting things all
Evening walk escaped hubby alone me left
Who and who not the cheaters
All immoral thieves..watchful to watch
Dub, dub, dub, dub pattered my heart fears
'Where's hubby' panicked the train in a touching reach
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Domestic Shades-15
Old age wishes to mellow godly
So our servant-cum-watchman god sent
We utter Ramkrishna, Ramkrishna...
As slow as God's yes
Through the solar, lunar years his yes
Adament illiteracy overwhelming..
To read, write even to remember a phone call
Heedless even to remember the visitors..
Challenged my husband for a Kaalidasa
With a 'slate'Ramkrishna to a teacher
'Ah', 'aah'alphabets in three days be learnt
Poor my hubby but forgot thirty days'Bhaasha'
Off thirty days detained herself the teacher
A good soul but my hubby opines
I can not but disclose RK's shopping menace
A good 'watch man'but my hubby says
I can not but disclose RK's dining-table menace
In our absence polished with coconut oil
Yet true
The village deity VeeraKaruppan
Watchful on our house in our absence
RK is god-sent, godly honest
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Cosy Home Chat
I told my hubby,
Please come with me
I get bored …
Waiting for my GP
I can chat with you
While I wait
To become my GP's
Next bait ;)
Hubby told me,
Sorry, I'm busy!
Though I'm working
From home, there are
Deadlines, you see…!
However, my dear
Let me suggest to you
While you wait there
For your GP, how about
Writing some poetry
On your blackberry? !
Bingo! What an idea!
I did just that!
While I waited for my GP,
I wrote this new poetry…
On my handy blackberry!
A light, frothy poesy
On our cosy home chat
Now don't tell me, you
Didn't like that ;)
(Here in UK, NHS waiting times to see a GP can run up to an hour!)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Look In The Mirror, See What I See
If I had a dime for every minute in time
I would be rich, when did it fly by
look into the mirror, to see what I see
a young crew cut boy, all full of smiles
was a clown with no frowns
look again and time changed
a long hair Teen, in jeans
a rebel to the cause
look in the mirror, see what I see
a clean cut service man
lean and mean on the Army team
times have changed so fast
look in the mirror, see what I see
a working man, a family man
a daddy and hubby, funny a long the way
time flies, where does it go
look in the mirror see what I see
older man, worn and torn
a worker to the end, a grandfather on the mend
wondering when did it change
where's the boy, and the young man gone
just this old worn happy man
where he came from is everyone's journey
look in the mirror, see what i see
poem by Michael Peterson
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Hubby Asks Me
Hubby asks me:
Do you love me
More than your
Poetry?
It's a difficult
Question to
Answer…
You see.
It's like
Asking me
If I love
My bosom
More than
My yoni.
The fact is,
I would feel
Incomplete
Without -
Either of
Them.
Both of them
Complete me
As a woman.
It's the same
For my hubby,
And my poetry.
Both of them -
Consummate me.
I would feel
Incomplete -
If any of them
Leave me,
For I love them
Both, immensely.
(Poem themed on Love)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A Domestic Tragedy
Clorinda met me on the way
As I came from the train;
Her face was anything but gay,
In fact, suggested pain.
"Oh hubby, hubby dear!" she cried,
"I've awful news to tell. . . ."
"What is it, darling?" I replied;
"Your mother -- is she well?"
"Oh no! oh no! it is not that,
It's something else," she wailed,
My heart was beating pit-a-pat,
My ruddy visage paled.
Like lightning flash in heaven's dome
The fear within me woke:
"Don't say," I cried, "our little home
Has all gone up in smoke!"
She shook her head. Oh, swift I clasped
And held her to my breast;
"The children! Tell me quick," I gasped,
"Believe me, it is best."
Then, then she spoke; 'mid sobs I caught
These words of woe divine:
"It's coo-coo-cook has gone and bought
A new hat just like mine."
poem by Robert William Service
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Domestic Shades 4
The thief was the chieftain that night
Stole from five houses erst in full flight
Last was ours at late night
Must've been there enough sound definite
As the windows were cut open straight
And weapons, palm-logs caught later our sight
Stupid me, unusually slept without a shake slight
However usual time set me ready for a plight
Monition woke up to wake up my daughter's exam fright
By then back door slammed me down at a dark height
Alarmed tongue drove the legs to fall and fear and excite
'Thief, thief' screamed my mind ready to fight
Nudged my husband with all my might
Stirred up hubby locked out of his sleep freight
Just to let the chieftain out of sight
Wide- open back door, broken windows stood quite
However remarkable was that night
For dacoity hacked many houses of our site
And trust, cop could bravely trace them out right
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Domestic Shades 9
Tea Time
12 to 2pm intermission to rest
Often interrupted by beggars, salesmen, and post
A silent cry to ease within I hear
What to do I have to bear
Morning session of daily chores
Bound to duties hectic pressure soars
A nap, a relaxation I do anticipate
Only in vain; said reason I get upset
Groggy, sleepy in the kitchen I'm back
To make a tea-time snack
11am to 3pm a solemn nap for hubby
3o'clock set ready everything by wife sleepy
Table, full of yester and yester to yester
Grubs, biscuits and like eatables only better
Why the hell should I make again
Just to keep a remainder- bin
A zapper rolling before the tv is me
Passed 3pm eat or not would he?
Waiting..waiting..yes or no hubby?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Father's Day.
These are three little rhymes made up in 1998 fror home made 'Father's Day' cards that the kids and I made for their dad.
I'm wishing for my father,
(Who ain't really that bad) ,
All he could ever want today,
So Happy Dad's day Dad.
Today I want to party,
Today I want to play,
But today I'm gonna be good,
Because it's Father's Day.
Dearest darling hubby,
I wish you all the best,
And when you come to bed tonight,
I'll rid you of your vest.
Dearest darling hubby,
That's all I've got to say,
So I'll go and wish to you,
A Happy Father's Day.
Father's Day 1998.
poem by Lizzy Tomlinson
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Princesses in need of Prozac
Cinderella's still sweeping the floors,
Snow White is still ducking under those dwarf's doors,
Auroa still spends her days asleep
And Jasmine well she's got her own problems.
The Genie and her father always play poker,
Her hubby Aladdin had become quite the toker.
They get together once a week,
True answers and a good stiff drink they seek.
'Hey Snow, ' Cindy says 'What were we thinking? '
'I don't know about you but I'm having too much fun drinking.'
Then off to the floor she fell.
'We were young' Auroa exclaimed
'Being asleep was my claim to fame,
What was your excuse, a lost slipper? '
This week was different, not the usual rude bristles
All four pulled out pistiols
They smiled and all together cried
'Happily ever after.. NOT' and they all died.
poem by Dani Marie Johnson
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RULE IN HELL...by Talile Ali
SHE WAKES AT SEVEN
STARTS HER COFFEE POT
BITCHES WITH HER HUBBY
ABOUT HOW MUCH HE AIN'T GOT
LOOKING FOR SOME YOUNG BOYS
ONE'S SHE CAN CALL FRIENDS
ONE BEFORE SHE GET'S TO WORK
ONE FOR AFTER TEN
DO DO DO
DOIN AND CHEWIN SOMETHIN
ALWAYS ON HER MIND
BUNS UP FOR THE FELLAS
HEY, SHE'S JUST THAT KIND
HUBBY DOESN'T LIKE IT
SAY'S IT MAKES HIM ILL
AFRAID HE MIGHT CATCH SOMETHING
WHICH THERE AINT NO PILL
DO DO DO
SOME ONE STOLE HER CHILDHOOD
SHE WAS RAPED REAL YOUNG
NOW SHE DOES THE RAPIN
AND SHE'S HAVING THE FUN
DO DO DO DO DO DO
SO SHE CRUZES ART FAIRS
DALLY'S AND THE BARS
LOOKIN FOR THAT REPASS
ONE THAT WON'T LEAVE SCARS
AS SHE DROOLS AND SLOBBERS
OVER THE YOUNG FARE
HURT'S SHE'LL NEVER BE ONE
ONLY WANTS HER SHARE
DO DO DO
HARD BEIN A COUGAR
HARD BEIN A WIFE
HARD BEING THIS HAPPY
WHEN YOUR START'S
A MESSED UP LIFE
HERE'S TO NEW FOUND KINGDOM
UPON WHICH THERE IS A THRONE
ADORED WITH RAPE AND ROUGH SEX
AFTER WHICH SHE'S ALONE
DO DO DO
BETTER TO RULE IN HELL
THAN SERVE IN HEAVEN THEY SAY
AT LEAST YOU KNOW WHO IS IN CHARGE
SO EVERYTHING'S OK
DO DO DO
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Hook, Line And Sinker
I have always wondered what it means
when someone using oral means
says something so colloquial
that it is understood by all
except us foreigners of course
yes language, it is such a force!
A lady fishing from the bridge
her husband though had climbed a ridge
they were in heated competition
and liked the thought of going fishing.
A tug was felt along her line
at first she felt she should recline
and pull until the fish came out
it probably would be a trout.
It did not work and hubby yelled
about the way his sweetheart held
the fishing pole, she called him 'stinker'
then she fell in, hook, line and sinker.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Sri Rama Jayam
Evokes chanting of my 'RamRam'
Picking up Pavalamalli flowers at 6a.m
A good day ahead
My regular counts of SriRamajayam
After a hectic kitchen record at 9.30a.m
Inking out in words in a note book
And on a day of submission...
'Before pooja almirah supporting me a mat-seater
My concentration grips Rama better
Although bossing over my anger to fade out
As the maid keeps sweeping
Dust from the broom splattering
Without a divine heart for the sacred book
I say sorry to Rama
Chuck out myself of the room
To make coffee for the lady-broom
And give up not; I further continue with Rama
Sitting in the chair in the porch in silence
A while later hubby next glances
Brunch ready?
Rush to the dining table
Hubby relishes his pappads crumble
Hmm.. I say sorry to Rama
Back to pooja almirah
Sit up to pursue Rama
But oops, a phone call
Daughter! And hubby is hysterical
Me too driven towards grand-son's prattle
Forget myself and quite unaware
But soon conscience pricks
Work be soon finished for Rama's blessing looks
Should submit it to the Lord
I say sorry to Rama
Sit back to my writing
Lunch time past; Yet mind not skipping
Write and write on
Rama must be invisibly looking at me
My hope, Anjaneya recommends me
By 4p.m complete my work
March on to the temple
Hand over my book so humble
Pray with closed eyes
Finally blessed with ' prasadh' when awake.
But lo, the wrapper to shake
A piece of Ramajayam-paper...
I look at the Lord so puzzled
But He, smiling as He ever has stood
poem by Indira Renganathan
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My Greatest Love
I first fell in love when I was young in grade school
With nature whose magic and beauty was all around
Like a butterfly to the flowers I was drawn
Oh, the joy I felt, the joy I felt, the purest I’ve ever found.
In high school, in my mid-teen, I fell in love
With a girl whose beauty could captivate all men
Thoughts of her filled my mind everyday, every night
Oh, the joy I felt, the joy I felt was heaven.
This love was intense, and music made it more so even
Love songs and music I search the radio through the nights
‘Till I discovered the classics, the symphonies of Beethoven
Oh, the joy I felt, the joy I felt was the ultimate pleasure.
In my late teen, after much reading, thinking; the human mind
The most mysterious, complex thing; I was awed and fell in love
I couldn’t imagine the infiniteness of its wonder and beauty
Oh, the joy I felt, the joy I felt must have come from above.
Soon all this led to my greatest love before I was twenty
Since then for decades, my mind, my thoughts it’s occupied
But where is the joy I must have reaped for loving this Humanity?
Why have I instead been getting pain, sorrow and bitterness?
poem by Leonard Sims
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Tension
I love sleeping
With my Kochi.
No tension of sex
With my hubby.
His drive’s high
Mine’s low.
Though we are
The best of friends,
But in bed, when I say,
Not today, he says,
How about tomorrow? !
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Date
The kind of
Sex poems
I write…
People
Must be
Thinking,
I'm having
Loads of
Extramarital
Affairs…
Not even
One I've had
Till date.
Waiting for
My hubby
To show me
The way
So that
I can go
On a
Blind date ;)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Game
I'm really
Dying to
Have an
Affair ;)
With you.
Let me ask
My hubby.
If he gives me
Permission ;)
I'm all game
For you!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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