GODESS OF SMALL THINGS

My love for the "GOD OF SMALL THINGS" is kind of well known among my friends..but there is a godess of small things in my house..my little furball with the ever waggy tail...

Few years back,when she was around 3-4 years,she had a cat-friend...we used to call that cat "peekkiri poocha" ..it came 2 see jaani evry morning by 11am..huddled on top of the compound walll..at a safe distance from jaani...and they used to sit there face to face peacefully...

Then there was a crow..whom i christened as "friendy kaakka" who had dis strange habit of picking up raw fish from the fisherwoman and offering it to jaani...she ofcourse ignored the fish..(she's very fussy..dat gal! ) but she waited for friendy kaakka to come evryday..

last week when i came home...amma was going on about how she is friends with a lizard..(whom i named lizzie) and oh my god..dis li'll 7 year old daschund of mine actually struck a cordial chord with a lizard..!!

may be next time i come home,it might be an ant whom i have to name...i dont mind as long as im amused by how she connects with all living organisms around her..my darling GODESS OF SMALL THINGS..!

THE GUAVA TREE

The guava tree, if one

Could remember,

Always  came with

Four skinny legs

Hanging down like

Limp tentacles

A pair, fair with

Silver anklets and

The other, dark

With painted toes

Old times,

When dreams sprang

Like tender leaves

From the tree

Soft, waxy ,fresh-green.

When all the cuisines

Of the world,

Shrank into a ball

Of soft sweet pink pulp

In a lush green coat!

When the seven

Wonders of the world,

Took the shape

Of an arm-stretched

Guava tree.

When life was

Tied around a tree, and

Went round and round

Around it, carefree and wide-eyed,

Bare-foot and sun-tanned.

Now,

When I look down,

My feet are sunk deep ,

Into the discomforts

Of a stiletto.

Just one pair of stiff legs.

I look around.

I see walls.

I walk to the window,

                                                                        Sipping the tasteless fine-blend.

                                                                       I push it open, to see

                                                                       A million more walls

                                                                       Frowning back at me.

                                                                       Shutting me out.