BURSTING YOUR BUBBLE

Forgive me if I burst your bubble;

forgive me if I crush your dreams

but listen to me for I warn you of trouble

ain’t nobody here for you but yourself it seems

Forgive me for being and sounding rude

Forgive me for really having no pity

I may sound totally and obnoxiously crude

But I’m truly singing your epiphany

for only you; just you alone are true

You come alone and go alone with no company

You meet people who act as friends so true

but find you live with people who are like stone

They are only those in disguise; those fiends

who are friendly like a dog that needs a bone.

Forgive me if I have come to burst your bubble;

forgive me if I have just crushed your dreams

but I do not want you to get into trouble

So my message negative therefore it seems;

Remember you are your own friend and master

then indeed your happiness will be forever

A TRIBUTE TO A VERY SPECIAL PERSON ON 12 JUNE 2015

A few years ago; exactly fifty three years ago
there was created a special word;
that even now does live to show
that it is indeed a special word
so sweet and melodious
which can interchangeably be used
with love and selflessness;
for truth and righteousness together fused
to give joy and happiness
and for God's glory and greatness used
to be praised as well as worshiped
and to thank him for his magnanimousness.
A word that is always synonymous
with family and with good relations
which builds a home of happiness
out of mere bricks, stones and mortar illusions
A word that knows for sure
that it's only gratitude and a positive attitude
that keeps us happy and forever pure.
We cannot ever measure our gratitude
to the word’s love, affection and service.
Its love knows no limitations; oh yeah!
Not acknowledging you would be a great disservice
For you who are the word, are truly called “LYDIA”
and I take this opportunity to wish you today
a very, very happy and joyous Birthday
with many more great returns of the day
and pray that you may be blessed every day.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WIFE, FRIEND 

AND COMPANION 

“LYDIA SURESH”

JUNE’S MOONBEAMS - REVISED

June is when my moon beams arrive

And I’m glad to say that three of them are mine

These three moonbeams are the apples of my eye

And make my life full of pleasure which I find

So the first beam will light up in a few days from now

And the second beam will shine later and glow

The third will light up five days after and how

Making my countenance joyful and aglow

There were more of those moon beams here

That were not mine and did not really care

 Thank God for the three that are here

and my prayers for those who did not care

but June is when my moon beams arrive

and I’m glad to say three of them are mine

These moonbeams are the apples of my eye

and treasured forever in my heart and this rhyme

Well June is here once again and I am therefore revising a poem that I wrote in 2014 to all the women in my life; my sweet June babies.... Happy Birthday to them all....

THREE POEMS ON WORLD ENVIRONMENT DAY 2015

Today the 5^th June 2015 is designated as World Environment Day. It is a shame that thirteen out of the world's top twenty polluted cities are found in India: Such is Bharat.

USED AND THROWN

We live in a culture

of use and throw.

We use things and people

and when their use

is over or complete

and their value

to us is finished

then do we them throw.

We talk of people

who pollute the environment

by dropping garbage

and littering the place

but what then are we

who drop our friends; our loves

and just move on

after dumping and do pollute

them who are our loved ones?

Is my logic a bit convolute?

Or are we the polluters?

Written on 26^th October 2014

WE ARE THE PESTILENCE

We are angered

when mosquitoes

and other parasites

drink our blood

and eat our flesh

but we ignore

Mother earth’s anger

when we deplete

her flesh and blood.

When a mosquito bites

we crush it.

When a parasite resides

we medicate it

but what do we do

to those who drain the oil

and mine the mineral

and quarry the stone?

We reward them

with money

and propitiate them

with milk and honey

We are the pests of the earth

Written on 27^th February 2015

ELECTRICAL HAZARDS

The hazards of electromagnetic fields in the home

Are not understood or talked about by anyone

All that mattered was that the light bulb shone

And that all the families and their dogs had a bone.

It didn't matter if the wiring all around the house

Did cause hazards untold and unknown as I did browse

And produced a magnet that attracted many a mouse

What if people blow their fuse as long as it isn't the house

For after all what is a bit of sacrifice for the sake of progress

The people can get themselves inbuilt circuit breakers

Even if they disrupt their sleep cycles and die in harness

Electricity certainly will one day take mankind to the cleaners

But we can’t live without it, even if it causes environmental   

                                                                                       issues

Even this stupid poet who complains about all its dangers      

                                                                                   and evils

Needs electricity to express or will have to cry into a pack of 

                                                                                      tissues

Oh! Aren't we men worse than parasites and weevils?

This poem is just a pathetic attempt of mine at creating awareness about the invisible hazards of electrical wiring which creates electromagnetic fields at home in general, and remains there forever due to the wiring. These electromagnetic fields can disrupt sleep cycles and cause other environmental issues.

Written on 22^nd March 2013