My Rose Apple ( panineer jaampa)
A sappling cherished
From my Appa' s farm
Planted by my bedroom window
Started bearing fruits
But my tiny friends -the squirrels
Thrive on the pink blossoms
And no fruits to ripen.
I let them eat! my wild friends
They are a joy to behold
But occasionally the urge to taste
Atleast one , makes us to cover
Those close to the ground.
These are two we saved
For our li'l ones
To watch them bite
In to the luscious flesh
And relish its taste.
Saturday, March 3, 2018
Friday, March 2, 2018
February 27
February 27
February 27 comes loaded with memories which is tinged with colours of pain. Thoughts of Appa who loomed large in our lives assailed me. One day, too early for his age he left to his eternal home, leaving a gaping hole in our lives. I have never come across a visionary parent like him, who had definite goals for his children. After the dissolution of his chit fund, which was a hard blow for him, he started the MB Tutorial where we all taught the local children. A meagre fee was taken but it was more of a social service. It lasted more than 30 years. And he taught there along with my mother until he was too weak to make the walk . Villapilsala is thus filled with men and women whom our family had taught and Bright Sir as they lovingly call him loom large in their hearts too, even now. A farmer with green fingers he converted the arid hilly land to a cultivable fertile land through terrace cultivation. He was awarded the "karshaka Pradhaman" award of Villapil Panchayat.
Not a day passes without thinking about you appa
How you send us to the best of schools
Believing and instilling in us the conviction, education is the greatest wealth
How with foresight you insisted that we learn malayalam because we were living in kerala
How you introduced us to all kinds of fine arts,
February 27 comes loaded with memories which is tinged with colours of pain. Thoughts of Appa who loomed large in our lives assailed me. One day, too early for his age he left to his eternal home, leaving a gaping hole in our lives. I have never come across a visionary parent like him, who had definite goals for his children. After the dissolution of his chit fund, which was a hard blow for him, he started the MB Tutorial where we all taught the local children. A meagre fee was taken but it was more of a social service. It lasted more than 30 years. And he taught there along with my mother until he was too weak to make the walk . Villapilsala is thus filled with men and women whom our family had taught and Bright Sir as they lovingly call him loom large in their hearts too, even now. A farmer with green fingers he converted the arid hilly land to a cultivable fertile land through terrace cultivation. He was awarded the "karshaka Pradhaman" award of Villapil Panchayat.
My Appa
Not a day passes without thinking about you appa
How you send us to the best of schools
Believing and instilling in us the conviction, education is the greatest wealth
How with foresight you insisted that we learn malayalam because we were living in kerala
How you introduced us to all kinds of fine arts,
Even taking us to temples to watch the various art forms
How you taught us to love people without discrimination
How you dreamed for each of us and encouraged us to scale the skies.
How you instilled in us a love for nature, preserving land and trees
Appa everyday begins with God and your words to guide us
You taught us the greatest romance, gifting flowers for amma everyday
On this day your birthday you are far away in Heaven
But we still feel your loving presence around us.
We are lucky to have such a father
Appa you taught us the secret of giving,
How you taught us to love people without discrimination
How you dreamed for each of us and encouraged us to scale the skies.
How you instilled in us a love for nature, preserving land and trees
Appa everyday begins with God and your words to guide us
You taught us the greatest romance, gifting flowers for amma everyday
On this day your birthday you are far away in Heaven
But we still feel your loving presence around us.
We are lucky to have such a father
Appa you taught us the secret of giving,
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Limerick 3
Lany and Dany went fishing one day
Followed by Bamby all the winding way
On seeing a wild hare
Bamby started to tear
Fishing ended in chasing dog all day.
Followed by Bamby all the winding way
On seeing a wild hare
Bamby started to tear
Fishing ended in chasing dog all day.
Limerick 2
One day on their way to their granny's house
Lany and Dany found a tiny mouse
They chased it to catch
For a gift to patch
A quarrel with Tom who stayed near their house.
Lany and Dany found a tiny mouse
They chased it to catch
For a gift to patch
A quarrel with Tom who stayed near their house.
Friday, February 16, 2018
A Post a day - Limerick
Limerick
Yeah, it is really funny how I came out of my lethargy and plop I have fallen in love with Limerick. I can't predict how long it is going to last but I shall go on till it lasts. And so a limerick a day I promise myself now.
Not an innately humorous person I think I have to learn to be funny to tickle others to laughter. So following the foot step of Edward Lear, a master at Limericks I am going to tell stories only now, about two toddlers - Lany and Dany in my limericks.
For the lay men a Limerick is a poem with 5 lines rhyming aabba with the first two and fifth line having 7 to !0 syllables and the third and fourth with 5-7 syllables.
An example from Edward Lear:
" There was an old man with a beard
Who said it is just as I feared!
Two owls and a hen
Four larks and a wren,
Have all built their nest in my beard."
The nursery rhymes "Hickory Dickory Dock", "Little Miss Muffet", "Mary had a Little Lamb" are all examples of Limerick.
MY FIRST LIMERICK
The Two Little Guys
The two little guys Lany and Dany
Went walking to see their granny
Plucking a bloom here
Chasing a fly there
And greeted granny with a wee bunny.
Yeah, it is really funny how I came out of my lethargy and plop I have fallen in love with Limerick. I can't predict how long it is going to last but I shall go on till it lasts. And so a limerick a day I promise myself now.
Not an innately humorous person I think I have to learn to be funny to tickle others to laughter. So following the foot step of Edward Lear, a master at Limericks I am going to tell stories only now, about two toddlers - Lany and Dany in my limericks.
For the lay men a Limerick is a poem with 5 lines rhyming aabba with the first two and fifth line having 7 to !0 syllables and the third and fourth with 5-7 syllables.
An example from Edward Lear:
" There was an old man with a beard
Who said it is just as I feared!
Two owls and a hen
Four larks and a wren,
Have all built their nest in my beard."
The nursery rhymes "Hickory Dickory Dock", "Little Miss Muffet", "Mary had a Little Lamb" are all examples of Limerick.
MY FIRST LIMERICK
The Two Little Guys
The two little guys Lany and Dany
Went walking to see their granny
Plucking a bloom here
Chasing a fly there
And greeted granny with a wee bunny.
Friday, March 28, 2014
My Extended Family.
He comes stealthily with the dawn
Settling down comfortably, his tiny feet astride
The thin branch of the nutmeg tree,
Eyes glued to the kitchen window,
Ears straining to grasp our movements
He waits patiently. If silence greets him
He breaks into shrill chatter
Piercing my ears to roll off my bed.
Prayers forgotten, I run to my kitchen
Straining the rice kept for our wild family
I empty the cupful on his empty platter.
Watching him scramble in excitement
I extend my hand pleadingly inviting him
To feed from my hand.Rushing down
Fear assaults he stops, flicking his tail
He scoots off to his favourite corner.
Bidding him to eat, I hasten to tell
My morning prayers.
There are days I sleep off through his call
Rushing out, I scan the branches
The emptiness sears my soul.
I place his share on the plate and wait hopefully
A dull ache permeating my being
I start my morning chores.
As we settle for breakfast we hear him
I rush to my kitchen
There framed by my window I see him
Daintily eating on one side of the plate
On the other in companiable silence the one legged crow.
The sight splashes rainbow colours of joy
Brimming eyes full of gratitude
For my extended family
I continue my chores.
Settling down comfortably, his tiny feet astride
The thin branch of the nutmeg tree,
Eyes glued to the kitchen window,
Ears straining to grasp our movements
He waits patiently. If silence greets him
He breaks into shrill chatter
Piercing my ears to roll off my bed.
Prayers forgotten, I run to my kitchen
Straining the rice kept for our wild family
I empty the cupful on his empty platter.
Watching him scramble in excitement
I extend my hand pleadingly inviting him
To feed from my hand.Rushing down
Fear assaults he stops, flicking his tail
He scoots off to his favourite corner.
Bidding him to eat, I hasten to tell
My morning prayers.
There are days I sleep off through his call
Rushing out, I scan the branches
The emptiness sears my soul.
I place his share on the plate and wait hopefully
A dull ache permeating my being
I start my morning chores.
As we settle for breakfast we hear him
I rush to my kitchen
There framed by my window I see him
Daintily eating on one side of the plate
On the other in companiable silence the one legged crow.
The sight splashes rainbow colours of joy
Brimming eyes full of gratitude
For my extended family
I continue my chores.
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