Sunday, November 30, 2014

58. A STARING TIGER FROM MY TOWEL ............






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Jessica had been to Madurai for just three days. When she reached home I asked her whether she brought any new pictures to me. She said, ‘No’. I acted furious and then left home for an hour or so. When I came back she was ready with this pix.  A towel was hanging in a nearby chair and a tiger was staring at me from it.






No eraser. No pencil. Just a scribbling with a sketch pen. 

… MY  PICASSO….. !




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Monday, October 13, 2014

57. CAN YOU DO IT ALONE ?







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13.10.14

CAN  YOU  DO  IT  ALONE?

Saving the world 
Is not commonly known
You can't do it
All alone.

Some people know
All this wisdom
But without friends 
You will be very glum.

Some people get
Wisdom from the sky
But some people can't
Go that high.

Every time we fight
You must make amends
You can't do it alone
Without any friends!

Sunday, October 12, 2014

56. JESSICA'S LINES ON FRIENDSHIP






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    I always need more than one friend!



Friendship flows here and there 
Friendship flows everywhere
All the things you never see 
Were all the things that were meant to be.


But one day they ignored me very bad
They did it everyday and it made me really mad
And then[really]i started to cry
And their plea[really was just  a lie!


Friendship day will fly by soon 
I'm sitting aside,I've lost my tune
They were never bad they never lied,
Our sweet friendship had just now died.


But one day we met by the stream,
I admitted i was a little mean
Her mouth broke up her eyes gleamed
And that's what happened down the stream


Friendship day will fly by soon,
I'm sitting next to them,I've found my tune
We promised that we'd never lie
OUR SWEET SWEET FRIENDSHIP WILL NEVER DIE!!!!!!1
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Thursday, October 9, 2014

55. A BRIEF VISIT TO MADURAI




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                     Lines in the pix ....
Flow little Yamuna
Flow slowly down the sea
Someday, your rise 
Will bring gift for me.

DHARUMI says …………..

Jessica was at our home in Madurai for a four day visit. I told her that it was long time since we posted anything in her blog. So long a gap,  I asked her whether she brought anything for the blog. She hesitated for a minute and then she said that she would give something.
First she gave me a pix of a bird – on a roughly torn paper, drawn with the pencils available. Then she wrote two poems. Akbar and Birbal – she said that it is one of her prose lessons. She said that she would give that in poetry form.
Then another one ‘mummies’ .


Here they are …………


AKBAR AND BIRBAL

Akbar and Birbal were walking near a stream
Though it was cold it really gleamed
A man who stepped in it wouldn’t survive without light
Akbar sadi, “I’ll give a reward to the one to stay in overnight”.

A poor man who lived in a hut
Heard of the reward, he would try his luck
The river was colder than a fully charged fan
“Good luck, old fellow”, 1akbar said to the man.

The poor man had to stay in all night
He shivered and coughed, he was full of fright
He tried and tried not to think of the cold,
But all he could think of was the gold.

The next day, the man was numb
He was all white from toe to thumb
He was happy, he forgot of the cold
But all he could think of was the gold.

“very good” Akbar said. “How did you stay though it was damp?”
“Your Highness”, he said I thought of the lamp.
“He cheated ” said a courtier. “This man is a fraud.
“Old man”, said the King, “You won’t get a reward”.

As he heard this, he was overwhelmed
He sought out Birbal, told him his problem.
“Don’t worry” said Birbal, “You will get the reward”
“I’ll prove that the king is a fraud”.

The next day, Birbal was late,
The jealous courtier told the king Birbal’s late,
“He should be hanged” they said “He did something wrong
“I’ll go “ said Akbar, “And see what’s wrong.

Birbal made a kichidi(கிச்சடி), It was hung very high
The fire was low; Akbar asked why.
He said “The man just thought of the lamp.
So I’m doing the same to make my food damp.

Akbar realized he was a fraud,
He gave he poor man the reward,
“Huzoor”, said the man to Birbal in a happy hue
“We need more people like you!”


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MUMMIES

Mummies creeping here and there
Mummies creeping everywhere!
As they walk straight down the ahll
You can hear their calls –
Rah … Rah … Rah.

Starry nights are such sights
But when mummies bump in your might
You might say “That’s not polite!”
Rah … Rah … Rah.

When they dance their kind of funny
When your in a tomb don’t scream to you
‘Cause your mumky who you want won’t be
Your mum of your nightmare will
Rah … Rah … Mummies.


Monday, March 17, 2014

53. FLOWERS IN A STORM

I unearthed more than a decade old drawing materials from my shelf. Thought it is better I give it to Jessica. She opened and found many things dry and old. She tried with those old paints and brushes and made out this pix. She captioned it as "FLOWERS IN A STORM". Here it is .........


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52. SOME LINE DRAWINGS



 
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