The pliability of the creeper leaves a lot to be desired. The tree, instead, offers a salutary lesson in stability and strength. The poet suggests that human character should be like a tree instead of a clinging creeper.
I have a little soft corner
For the creeper...
When the Conch was Blown
A woman is celebrated as the most powerful force in some Hindu Upanishads, Sastras and Puranas. Taking a leaf out of our ancient scriptures, the poet suggests that woman power can vanquish all manner of demonic forces.
When the conch was blown,
Came they together!
A mother passes on her bitterness and ‘pitara’ of grudges and misery to her daughter as an unwanted inheritance. A disconsolate and embittered daughter finds that she has become a reflection of her odious and mundane parent.
If only Amma had clever things to say
or finesse or largesse to her credit...
The Roads Untraveled
The poet walks life’s path where shattered dreams, broken promises and past regrets haunt him. Then in a moment of spiritual realization, the poet decides not to run away like a coward but bravely face the vagaries of life. In doing so, he achieves ‘nirvana’ or ultimate peace.
As I sit and gaze at the sparks
flickering from the fireplace
I go down the road often unwalked