Monday, October 13, 2014





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



    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


Thursday, October 9, 2014



                     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 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!”



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.

template by flower brushes by