Reflection - Three Poems
Living the sea
Sea, oh my sea! You are vast, abundance personified
You have many, diversity at its best
You allow all in, somebody said inclusiveness
You separate some, but it is their choice
You can connect all, networking needs channels
There is fire inside but peace outside, contrast?
There are jewels inside but you don't need, simple living
You host all, but none are needed for you, saintly?
Sea oh my sea, may i live some by learning from you?
Can I be your drop? Just one drop!
(Inspired by Madoun sir taking a dip in the Mediterranean Sea before starting his journey to India)
It was supposed to be a short journey
Not a sweet one, leaving mother and town behind
Ninety miles and a six score minutes!
Covering the capital lap in super fast "paper city" express
Distance can't lengthen, tracks can't stretch
But time expanded as nothingelse would
Was it Parkinson who said work expands? Yes, to fill the elastic time available
Here it was journey, but life melts
Murphy said, if a thing can go wrong, it would!
Upstream two hours, so were the downstream, a full four via Warangal
But math can be strange, two plus two becomes eight
Management gurus say, when sum of two is more, it is synergy
Sad, here it is no energy case
Infinite stops, no reason, helpless if not hopeless
Signals, clearance, cross-overs are a few X-cuses
Know the reason, no penalty for being "late"
Choked lines just waste lives, Productivity and Sustainability, big "?"
Not defendable journey, can't find any defenders
How super fast becomes super slow, a deep question and can be a research question
Journey got delayed and felt my life is getting wasted
Then I realized, my journey turned truly into my destination
So the arrival happened to shatter up my limiting view
I realized, the destination has arrived. And it was always here!
Journey was the part of the process, and the destination was always here.
(Returning from Warangal on 4th June ‘22)
Wondered about wandering Bhau and his Basava spotted here
Bhau and Basava are new to Mumbai, 'trucked' from Pandharpur to Navi Mumbai
Chanting 'Vithala' people go from Mumbai for their 'moon-part' bathing
Exploring to 'earn' their living tired Bhau and his bull are here
Bhau-Basava speak silently about agriculture in our remote villages
Rural vitality is gone - hope and happiness exist no longer
Many problems led to migrations and now none likes to persist there
Hurt hearts and dried tears tell the life in the villages
Seeds no longer theirs, water deep, and quality depleted in 'bored' soils
Weather is gone beyond any measure, costs weathered the life
Uncertainty and risks are beyond all measures, insure if not sure
Only weeds are prospering, reflecting majority society in our soils
They said call the helpful centre, agricultural call centre
Agriculture extension centre too around, but not extending any culture
Viability, volatility, and vulnerability vitiated environment
Now the desperate call is to the ONE, the universal power centre
Bhau 'Rao' was a recognizable farmer, respected and his own master
Cornered, improbability of discharging loan pushed him here
The 'new' road was long to Mumbai, 'requesting' money embarrassing
Bull adapted faster to the new trade, shaking head to fetch some for his master
Villages had synergetic pairs earlier, Bhaus and their Bulls
Now razed agriculture left borrowed Bhaus, and dazed bulls
Agriculture was the life and village 'simply' survived together
Seasons shall change, years may roll but will the Journey reverse for Bhaus and Bulls?
(Tired and embarrassed Bhaurao and docile Bull were spotted by Ainavolu in the hot sun on a main road opposite the university on 10th June '22).