Anhad ka Baaja

I set up my easel and canvas And start to paint A while later Satisfied I pause for the day When I get back the next day I find that Nature's palette can Breezily conjure Out of thin air Fresh

Seasoned farmers Save seeds For all seasons Only Aandavan knows When it will rain But We have different seeds For whenever it does Different seeds If it starts raining early in Aadi If it rains

When they jail you You wear prison clothes You eat according to their schedule You sleep according to their schedule You think according to their schedule You lose all agency In hospitals They

Sitting on the Hippo Rock Sipping my morning coffee Watching the sunrise I think How privileged I am To be Sitting on the Hippo Rock Sipping my morning coffee Watching the sunrise Thinking How

Twenty years ago We watched in amazement As our neighbour and his family His wife, his parents, his small children Armed with nothing more than Gadaparais, mammutys, kothus and chattis Transformed

We cleave to relationships Come what may But Relationships Are like a braid Strengthened or weakened By use and disuse Sometimes knotted By misuse or abuse A knot can be picked By two hands working