Face, the whistlelblower

My face-

When I am happy

When I am sad

When I am sleepless

When I am tired

When I am tense and anxious

When I am ageing

It just blows it’s whistle

Revealing the state of the moods I am in,

The stages of my life

The expression are it’s whistle

blown by the emotions churning within

There are timeI like that whistle

When I am happy, effulgent

When I am at presentable best

I like to display my face

as many times as possible

Mirror seems sweet then

There are times when I am

Looking haggard with lines of worry

tension,age climb over to my Mt.Everest

stridently whistling up on my face

I simply wish to hide my whistleblower

Out of sight or wear a total mask on

No use leaving the eyes open

Eyes themselves give away

As they are part of the face!

There are times when I just love

the whistleblower

Just expressionless, serene and peaceful

Irrespective of whether I wish to display,

Hide or love it’s unfair to blame it

When it’s just blown by emotions, age etc.,

Whistleblower you have a task

Bestowed upon by the nature

I acknowledge and try not to

Suppress your whistle!

You are my sweet baby

Whether you smile or cry!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Nature unlimited

I am living at a time

When they destroyed nature

Still destroying it with more vigor

Still I say there is lot that is nature

Yea nature unlimited

That’s a real challenge to establish

These are days of denuding forests

The vanishing rains, shrinking natural habitats

Yet forests still exist where civilization

Yet to touch and make a living

So long as the rivers, waterfalls,

Valleys, deep green meadows, trees

Continue to exist and thrive in isolation

Nature will continue to exist

That’s heartening indeed with whatever left!

Regulating, stopping  deforestation a must

to save pockets of nature being run over

to leave last vestiges of nature

All sad real stories of Earth

Yet nature exists way beyond Earth, right?

The skies, planets, stars, galaxies,

Other cosmic bodies are all nature

A testimony to nature all over the universe

Even who defy God can’t defy nature

That way nature is unlimited!

That’s a sad way to comfort ourselves

When nature is rubbed on the wrong way

It’s possible to enjoy the nature beyond Earth

if only the nature remains unlimited back on Earth

Let better senses prevail to protect nature, amen!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

I have my own shoes to step into

To step into someone’s  shoes

Is to emulate, follow the path of some one,

In effect be a successor

With due respect to all those someone

I would like to step into my own shoes

Yea, I have my own shoes to step into

It’s more a matter of self-confidence

Than being heady, arrogant or proud

My arrogance or otherwise will never

make a difference to the greatness of some one

Be it Robert frost or Shakespeare as poet

Einstein or Nicole Tesla as scientist

Mother Theresa or Kamaraj as social worker

They held their own, great in their own right

To leave their shoes is to respect, rever

Confidence apart  I wish to to make myself

Worthy to place myself high up along

The likes of the greats, I have to strive hard

Setting myself high standards to follow

Being worthy of my own shoes first!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Running away from the population, crowds

The jostling crowds you like?

Sorry I don’t for my own reasons

I am as social as I could be, still I am

running away from the population, crowds

mainly to be in seclusion, solitude

To be away from them destroying nature

Their  greed for luxury making all a living hell

They want to live in comfort  and affluence

at the cost of others and me, they want to

roam around the world leaving my privacy in peril

They simply interfere, spy 24 hours

365 days that is non stop oppression, abuse

Even the sages with all their love and kindness

Went to forests to meditate and be in peace

As the crowds and population would not let them

I may not be at home with them

They are at home in gathered living

Let them be and enjoy their way

I opt out simply I enjoy that way

Yes running, running, away!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

The Moringa Tree

The immediate green around me

Is my little home garden

The moringa Tree is part of the garden

Standing tall with branches and green leaves

Is part of my scheme for self-grown food

The leaves, flowers and the moringa itself

All have food and medicinal value

Aesthetic to look, nutritious, yummy to palate

Of course not raw but cooked

The tree is indeed a valuable asset to possess

Whenever there is no other vegetable

It comes handy with all it’s eatable parts

Once it is planted it is easy to grow

Must say it grows on it’s own with little help

Once grown it lasts and lasts

Like all trees it is an oxygen factory too

Swallowing harmful carbon di oxide

Letting out rich pure oxygen to breathe

I just love this moringa tree,I respect moringa!

Long live moringa! Hail it’s handiness!

Grown for thousands of years it is handy
for millions, billions all over the world
to fill up their nutrient demands 
Just grow it have it in home around you
Stay blessed, stay happy with moringa!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

N.B:- Moringa tree is drum stick tree

Star stripped sky!

The night sky today is bleak and morose

all the twinkling stars have gone into hiding

Dense dark clouds have reported for duty instead

Closing all traffic for the star lights to come down

Darkness has befallen with a star stripped sky

Star lights are heaven’s angels

Carrying the stories of the stars,

Their birth, their times and death

Through million, billion, trillion light years

In kaleidoscopic brilliance

Stars are not the sole residents of

The sprawling space colony

Neutron stars, pulsars, black holes et. al.,

Make up the rest of the space dwellers

Throwing clues on the origin of the universe

The star stripped sky

Has stopped all those star movies

Shown from dusk to dawn

It’s dark barren screen all over the sky

Darkness is the only show now on display!

Let the dark clouds drift off

Then the star lights will begin to show up

Star stripped sky will be star filled sky then

Star lovers! Let’ s go home, take a break

Come another day the stars will be back!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Ah! Science Express! Ah! Monsoon rain!

Boarded the early morning train

From my place to reach another train

In Kerala, the God’s own country

Nearing the destination it started raining

Welcome showers! Nice rousing reception !

Got down at the destination

After a five hour pleasant journey

The first thing I did was to look around

My eyes spotted the train in refreshing white

In the far platform: Ah! Science Express!

All my sleepiness and weariness

Were gone giving way to the the mounting

Thrill and curiosity to see the

Climate Action special exhibits on board

the compartments in air conditioned ambience

Dear polar bears facing threats, the dreaded

dengue, chicken guniya, malaria spreading,

agriculture, water , forest all taking a beating

all due to climate change, mitigation by

alternative energies reducing emissions explained

School, college students were in queue

Moved along side by side with me

As I went over around 16 compartments

Ah! Science Express! The star of the station

For all the three beautiful days of it’s camp

As I stepped out of the express after meeting

The manager of science express, donating my

Own authored books as humble gift to the noble train

The subsided rains came back in full force! Ah!

Monsoon rain! The star of the day like Science Express!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Visit to my old school

Long 30 years after leaving

Memories of my school days came back

The urge to pay a visit to my old school

Surged within me in right earnest

The school was some 5 kilometres

Away from my village

With only a mud road to connect to the

main bus plying road a kilometre away

Getting to school was always by walk

Barefoot with nothing to protect the feet

Yet barefoot was common those days

neither treated as poor, nor frowned upon

Well, the plan took shape

me one fine day landing at the school

All the way from the city I live, OMG!

a state minister on visit too that day!

How it came to be like that

Whether the minister got wind of my plans,

timed it to perfection to visit

On the same day as I visited!

That left very little for me to do

Except seeing the head master briefly

Letting him know I was school first

In the leaving exams of the school

The vast open space in front of the

Office building has given way to buildings

Hearteningly the foot ball field across the road on

the other side where we played cricket still there

Growing into a big man was the

Yearning those days, having grown big

Now there is a wish I never grew up to remain

a school boy, the visit reinstated that wish afresh!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Aristocratic poem

 

When I feel majestic and king like

When the flow is spontaneous

When the rhyme and rhythm is melodious

When the words march in royal avenues

There comes the aristocratic poem!

In the poem there is nobility yet humility

There is aplomb yet simplicity

There love blossoms in sublime sanctity

There nature beckons in pristine purity

There science ushers into a thrilling journey

It’s born when there is a feel composing one

Of the best poems ever if not the very best

It’s born when it raises above selfish considerations

Of not just love, romance and what not to lend voice

For the betterment of the world, poor and downtrodden

A real aristocratic poem is not the one royal in birth

In standing yet the one is noble when kind,

considerate, philanthropic  that makes

Not just the rich but the poor also to like it, above all

it ascends and sits on golden throne majestically!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Heaven or hell may wait till I live!

 

Heaven or hell awaits

On good deeds or bad deeds in life

As the belief goes

That’s after death, right?

That’s pretty distance away!

Till then a whole life awaits living

Yea! I have a life to live before I die

Let me live first!

Heaven or hell may wait till I live!

Try to enjoy as much as I can till then!

Heaven is said to be full of angels

In company with palaces to live

With lovely gardens to cherish

Hell said to be with seething cauldron

To be immersed in pain for sins back on Earth

Not going to while away dreaming the

Prospect of pleasant heavens

Or live in mortal fear of excruciating hell

Now bent on making the most of the days here

Heaven or hell it may wait!

Will try to live a life contented

Enjoying with what little or more I get

Try to do things for the good of the world

Try to leave my minuscule foot prints back on here

Before I leave for heaven or hell, amen!

Life is the same for all

It is not any different to anyone

With eating working, sleeping, doing things

It’s the way we live, leave behind

Will try to make a difference as live, Yea!

-Mohan Sanjeevan