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Raghu Menon Jul 2015
This is the day
when we get up late
we sleep even after the sun is up
when we dont have to run through the morning hours,
when we have a leisurely tea and
sometimes even skip our breakfast
to have a brunch

This is the day
when we read the newspapers line by line,
or glance through the classified column,
tune to the news channels to get a glimpse of news..

This is the day
when we clean our vehicles
when we clean our homes..
when we have an afternoon nap

This is the day
which goes so fast..
It is over before we realize
Where time runs so fast ..

This is the day
When the kitchen switches to a more active zone
When the kids sleep till they want..
when the plants in the house get some new life

This is also the day
Which precedes the weak to follow
Which crawls till the Saturday next..
The end of a week as well as the beginning...

This is Sunday...
Sunday
Raghu Menon Jul 2015
We are so tiny and irrelevant
Like a speck of dust
A fraction of a dot
In the vast universe
And still we think
We are the greatest
Fools we are
Idiots we are
For we are already
Cutting away the
Very same branch
We are hopelessly
Clinging on..
We make wars with our own species
Leave alone other endangered ones..
We **** kids and women to !make profits
We sell arms and hatred
At the cost of our own
Existence
We are the most dangerous species

So don't waste time
And we can together
Make a better tomorrow?
Raghu Menon Jul 2015
Sleep deep..
Fall into the
Dark and cold
Fathoms of memories

Sleep to
Recycle
To Rejuvenate
And
To be
Reborn
Again...
Sleep
Raghu Menon Jul 2015
We run, run and run
So madly
So mindlessly
Forgetting ourselves
as well as our dear ones
and at the end
when we look back
we might be alone
for we forgot
for what
we

ran, ran and ran..
run, dear, life, living
Raghu Menon Jul 2015
Being comfortable
To ourselves
Is sometimes not
very convenient
to either you
or to
those around you!!
comfortable, convenient
Raghu Menon Jul 2015
Isn't this odd
That I feel so strange
at myself doing things
to please others but which
I, myself am not convinced enough
to make sense for myself?
Or...

Is it quite natural??
strange, odd, sense, nonsense..
Raghu Menon Jul 2015
It stood completely dried
Burnt by the fire below
Lit by some stupid inhuman man
of the remains of the waste generated by him.

It stood so tall and might
Housing innumerable nests and birds
Cheered by the chirping of the little birds
Calm and strong protecting them like a father.

It stood so tall and might
Giving shade to those who toil and tire
in the fields surrounding
Giving them a space to nap a bit during their breaks.

It stood tall and might
Giving fruits and flowers
to the young kids who passed by
Who climbed and caressed by clinging to its branches..

It stood tall and might
Loving all, protecting all
Irrespective of being friend or foe
Offering twigs and firewood to women and poor..

It stood tall and might
Protecting from the rains and the sun
from the cyclones and dust storms
From floods and droughts...

It stood tall and might
Protecting so many young plants around
Grass and herbs,
Creepers and climbers alike like a mother would do to her kids.

But...today....

It stood completely dried
Burnt by the fire below
Lit by some stupid inhuman man
of the remains of the waste generated by him.

It still stood tall
with its completely dried golden leaves
A few more days or weeks it may stand
Before the termites and insects
would make it fall down
and along with it, years of memories it brightened up
All through its life ...
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