The weak body

Remember those days the pristine 80s and 90s. All lived with fear of God within ... There was God present in each one of us.... we all were divine... So could not commit bad deeds. The poem opens up in the current world and this guy started hearing voices in him . Unlike the people in the 80s  and 90s, these days people can't recognize the god within, godliness waiting for a reason to leave humanity. When they start recognizing the divinity within, they start a friendship, but unlike those days, they started competing with it and force godliness to leave the body  … A body without divine presence isn't good for anything and cannot live without an assistance..

The Week Body

Some voices I hear from deep inside of me
Started communicating, soon the best of friends
Normal human I was, divine the friend in me
Both designed solutions- meet the life’s ends
 
One body one soul, the life happily moving on
Worked, enjoyed together could not ask for more
One fine morning, my idea: keep a comparison
Instantly knew my friend; agreed to track the score
 
Body had options two, mine and my friend’s
Presented my solutions, required that extra work
His ideas, solutions superb, nothing at backend
When conversed, felt insecure, feel being a dork
 
Decided to move apart, but no ways to implement
Split the workload together -but single they exist
Disappeared the godliness, our actions we lament
These days the body suffer, soon require an assist
 Sree…    

Saala, “ yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN.”,

This is a crime, you are wasting the precious sleep time which could repair your system, Sree please don’t work against nature, please sleep. Yeah, I could have slept, if found solution to one answer,  Saala, yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN?

So cold I feel from inside… I can feel my heart, lungs, liver, kidney, all of my organs turning cold, I had finally accepted failure and was ready to give up, but I couldn't feel my left hand. I couldn't die without finding it. I asked myself,  saala yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHA HEIN?

I asked my parents on recreating myself and they said: don’t worry we know how to create you … will do it once again.  only thing you have to do is Sleep... rest leave it to us. I go off to the bed, laid down and thought,  Saala yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN?

My left hand is the organ which can cause me a brain fade… yes...  my brain is terrified of it and can never let me think of something else. The only organ which can hijack my brain from this is my brother’s brain, now on the other side of the world. Though researching in geophysics, his main concern is the EMI he pays for the loans he took in India. My brother’s brain  always leaves me confused, suddenly I hear the doorbell. Sir amazon… a fully paid delivery for Mr. Sreekanth. I took the packet, but all what my brain now thinks is- why don’t he pay his EMI?. I call him.. he picks up the call, and talk to me in a low voice” I am taking classes, but why are you awake? I tell him about my left hand. He disconnects the call, suddenly the doorbell rings.. Sir amazon, a fully paid delivery for one Mr. Sreekanth. It was basalt, exclusively for my left hand… 

The most complicated thing in the world, the human brain... unfortunately no human knows what to do with it… I thought myself as an intelligent guy until this question came along

saala yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN?

Sree.....

     

The Selfish

Last time when left alone, I lost my health
that was when I tried to excel our wealth
this time, sure my love- can take no longer
but, pay no heed, time to excel- your career 

What if the roles were reversed?, I think 
sure, not have spared you an extra blink 
so wonderful, the present life we live
Me- the perfect nothing out of we five 

Painful nights, sleep not- self I hold back 
mornings, cherish the drop- I move by luck 
YouTube videos, hope fast the time turn 
rest the day, looking for yours' return 

Evenings, come off the room, in couch I sit 
managed till now, pull myself out the pit, 
bit more time, looking at each of our fish
and blaming all of my thoughts selfish 

Sree....

Crazy Driving

Voices in me said "concentrate- observe"  

"Slow down son!, before the next curve"

Stopped the car with just a body swerve 

An inch away was a bus, I held my nerve

Driving discipline, we never really learn

Tactfully blame each other, the real concern

Mess the process, law keepers who govern 

Mannerisms too much for us to unlearn

Enter the road like a monkey let out of cage

Honk, hobby for many, stop not even with age

Insane drivers, everyone on a different page

Know not- the most, driving is just a privilege

Adhering to rules, puts one in lot of doubt 

Do what all else do, just go in and freak out 

Learn to put the head out and learn to shout 

Driving, adventure sport in here, no winner out

Sree.... 

Human Being - Being Human

Saw two men fighting furiously in my neighborhood

Many watched, moved not an inch, still all stood

Some filmed, some chatted- the signs aren't good

Being human, smart age people never understood

Born as a human being, being human in the character

Greediness took us over, most humans' it did alter

Selfish the clan turn, help each other, now they falter

The brain- postponed, being human, to a date later

Human brain the most complex thing in the universe

The sole reason for the human success and the adverse

Crooked brain’s cruelty rule- nothing more worse

Being human, from the heart, a very different course

"Human being" being human, a rarity in today's world

None has control over their mind, so to fear all hold

Listen to the inner self, being human never withhold

Human life, live it as a "genuine being" - very bold

Sree....

ONAM:Then and Now

Wake up, run for flowers red yellow and blue

Lazily wake, onam wishes on the phone I glue

Floral carpet made, the best one- all argue

Now- making floral carpet, no idea, no clue

Breakfast table crowded, kids, a dozen at least

None for special banana breakfast, all prefer a toast

Lot family work put in, make the onam feast

Bother not cooking, order online- get it fast

Onam games, take part all in the neighborhood

None go out, virtual games and the Hollywood,

Winner’s pride for a year- the trophy made of wood

Social media search continues, crush of childhood

Drinks party that adults enjoyed in the evening

This tradition upheld, we genuinely are following

The only change: addition of, "non-veg touching"

Now or then, we ready for our king's home- coming

Sree....

Echo

My teen twin sons broke into a fight
Each claim, the other one is not right
A while, I shouted with all my might 
Their stare at me, felt like a slap tight

Later thought over, "that staring look"
Body language- take me on, me it shook
Gave back anger, analyze -time it took 
Got what I gave, time to loosen the hook

Shout from  the top of a mountain terrain
Shouts back, the words, the tone remain

Say lovely things, to this unknown brain

Sure to get back, the love, it did maintain    

Life, like an echo, you get what you give
Go bit slower, learn to forget and forgive

Radiate genuine nature, the way you live 

Good people surround you, keep you alive 

Sree....