The Public Library

The Public Library is a very interesting place.
Its penthouse - high ceilings, penthouse views.
Electric black curtain drapes
That lowers automatically with great fanfare
whenever there is too much sunlight
Flooding through its penthouse windows,
Watching the drapes roll down
is almost like watching a performance itself.

The Public Library is a very interesting place.
It's quiet, cool and serene,
yet one is not allowed to sleep.
It has shelves upon neat shelves of books, magazines, periodicals and journals,
Mostly new and unread, unbrowsed.
Decent peoples,
Young, old, formal,sloppy,
Asian, Caucasian,
seated on reading desks
religiously working on their laptops
Headphones meant to shut out,
loud music blaring only into private ears.
Each subscribed to private worlds.

Nobody's reading the books sitting on the shelves.
The librarians do not seem to mind.
Perhaps they too, are in a world of their own.

The Public Library is a very interesting place.
Many worlds exists and yet they do not mingle.
They exist alone,
confined to individual souls.
No talking, no whispering.
A place to read yet none is reading,
Yet everyone can be so accessible to knowledge and information
with their laptops.

The Pubic library is a very interesting place indeed.

The Green Olympics

Where peoples compete
for medals not made of gold, silver or bronze.
No fancy grandstands,
No fanfare

Against the stopwatch
Against the clock
The race to save, sustain and preserve
World competitors strive hand in hand,
The grand trophy
A world in harmony with nature itself,
The young and old, weak and strong
The rich and poor

No winners, no losers.
Only champions
For the sun to rise,
filling each day with hope
And a certain future for the competitors
to live.
For the next green olympics.

The Chronicles of SUKA the baby whale

Dear readers, for some of you who have been following the literary adventures of SUKA the baby whale, the complete Book 1 is now relocated to a literary community site www.bookhabit.com. Book 2 is currently still cooking, once its done, it too, will be served piping hot and delicious in that site. For those of you who had the privelege of following her adventures in this blog, I hope you enjoyed her adventures. Do visit her new abode if you are still keen to be part of her adventures. Thanks for your readership and support so far!

What if....

What if...
We all lived in a fish bowl.
Swimming happily,
Staring at the world
through the glass walls.
Having a one-second memory.

Wouldn't all hurts be forgotten,
forgiven and reflashed?

But then,
Wouldn't all happy memories
experiences, friends,
loved ones...
even sad ones,

be missing too?

Sunflower

My beloved sunflower,
You bloom in the sunny mornings
Colour the gray rainy afternoons.
The evening sun reflects your radiance
In full splendour.
O beloved sunflower,
I sleep at night
knowing you are there
to greet me
In full bright splendour,
every morning.

The day ahead
brings new joy and hope,
fears are laid to rest
whenever I know
and see
My beloved sunflower
next to me.

Haiku - Lost Era

An era is lost.
Dreams unfulfilled,
Unchecked excesses.
The earth bleeds,
the sky weeps.
An era is lost.

Haiku - Beloved

You bring the sun,
shine into my world.
Even the moon
reflects your radiance,
at night.