living bridge

living bridge
The living bridges of Cherrapunji, India are made from the roots of the Ficus elastica tree. This tree produces a series of secondary roots from higher up its trunk and can comfortably perch atop huge boulders along the riverbanks, or even in the middle of the rivers themselves.


Cherrapunji is credited with being the wettest place on earth, and The War-Khasis, a tribe in Meghalaya, long ago noticed this tree and saw in its powerful roots an opportunity to easily cross the area’s many rivers. Now, whenever and wherever the need arises, they simply grow their bridges.

GOD'S PLAY GROUND

Created playground UNIVERSE
Globular hot SUN and cool MOON the two teams
Game of hide and seek around planet EARTH
Never ending game of day and night
Spell bound star spetators with flood lights


Adding spice to the game
Inducted human architecture marvel
3Pound hard ware housed above shoulders
The gift of sixth sense
Intricately wired to other senses
For freedom of thoughts,discrimation,action
To focus on purpose of life

Innovative landing on the MOON
Invented electricity the back bone technology
Alas thoughts, desires, actions went wayward
Immoral,unethical activities
Inflicted self goal of anger,greed,jealousy,hatred

Pentinent of his thoughts, misdeeds
Prostratic submission at HIS feet
Seekig redemption and solace
HE smiled with admonishment
Control your thoughts,and senses
For positive charge of your hard ware
Enjoy purposeful life
"YOU ARE ME AND I AM YOU"

down my memory lane

Down memory lane.

as I was clearing the mess on my writing table -happen to tumble upon a poetry I have written quite few years back when grand daughter attained maturity.when she was a little kid I used to take her with me in car to kodaikanal estate. one day it was raining heavily when she asked "appichi where does this all water go when it gets to the bottom of the mountain"? Believe me I was happy because she asked me a question I could answer. Trying to keep her amused I started bla,bla singing heavenly angels above the dark clouds pouring water-But what for appich? rain drops falling water, water every where,cascading down the slopes of rock,bushes ,watering the plants and trees and thirsty birds, animals. But appichi what happens to so much water when it gets down the bottom? water is stored in the tank,pumped up the overhead tank and supplies water for drinking,washing,bathing.

At the age 12 i think, she attained maturity when she asked me to write a poem I was dumb founded ,nevertheless I didn't want to disappoint her. only three days left so when ever i had Spare time i kept doodling what ever flashed in my mind.and thus borne the poetry in time.

REFLECTIONS OF THE PAST,PRESENT AND FUTURE

YESTERDAY
Recalling those days,you
Sitting on my tummy
Hugging my chest
LIstening to stories
Embracing sleep your way

NOW
Wanting me to write a poem
Signifying your maturity
Opening a new adloscent
Chapter in "BOOK OF LIFE"

TODAY
Coming of age
Becoming timid,shy,and reserved
Shedding Childhood innocence
Blossoming with adolescent aspirations
Paving away cartoon T.V.
Taking interest in nature T.V.

TO-MORROW -BEWARE MY DARLING

Tempting civilized world
Yielding only to short gain ecstasy
Suffering life long agony
Choosing your path with discretion
Taking quidance from elders
Having an ambitious goal
Believing in yourself
Achiveing it with credit
coming your way is success

REMEMBER MY CHILD

Governing supreme nature above all
Taking time to play,pray, and meditate
Possessing compassion,and contention
Is the key to "SUCCESS IN LIFE"