Apr 16, 2007

Lalitha Nivas!!!

As a girl of thirteen,
On the terrace i often sat to think,
While i watched the sky painted Red and pink.
Fond memories of my childhood takes me
to a house called Lalitha Nivas
I often miss!!!

A big mansion in the burghal
which was simple rustic and pastoral
picturesque garden filled flowers
that my mind vividly remembers.
Two families spoke language of similar kind.
Lived with friendship in mind.

Celebrations and mourning happened here
family far and near got together.
I learned to sing and dance
My passions not by chance.
A house called Lalitha Nivas
I often miss!!

Across my home the trains passed by
I stood in the balcony waving passengers bye bye
flying kites,playing with cousins
or sound of trains
remains in my mind to cherish
that with no time or tide will perish

The birth of my little brother
named by us cousins together.
Lessons from the music master
caused ME much grief and disaster!!
Ranji and Jambi the sisters name
paati and maami confused for the same.
Fond memories of my childhood takes me
to a house called Lalitha Nivas
i often miss!!!

Gossips of women sat on patio chairs,
Waiting for the milk man to bring cows in pairs,
Fresh milk from the cow,
Or mangoes from trees above
Life then is all i yen!!

Like a thunder bolt it strikes
No more the mansion or the life alike
Separate ways of life as we take
I pen my thoughts for a poem to make
On the terrace I sit to think
As i watch the sky turn red and pink.
Fond memories of my childhood takes me
to a house named lalitha nivas
i often miss!!

1 comment:

Radha said...

Hi mookuthi,
You've got a very interesting blog. I liked your poetry; its really sweet :)
Will visit more often! Thx for inviting me here!