Musings On A Slap.

I was watching that match at home.Yes,you guessed right.The match where Mumbai Indians got beaten by King's xI.To say the least it is deplorable when sportsmen cannot restraint themselves.Of course I do agree that the expressions on the eyes,face of the player opposite to you might induce anger.But so long as a sportsman cannot take a defeat at its worth,he does not deserve to be called so.

What are the reasons for such bad behavior?Today in some channel SMS on such an issue"whether modern sports breed bad behavior'are invited.But I feel it is not modern sports but the fundamental mental make up of the human being that is at jeopardy here.Harbhajan perhaps got too much money,fame and the glorification of his being in 'TEAM INDIA'(WOW!!!!),he is allowed to get scot free with bad behavior.In fact I hold him in such low esteem that I feel after starting this topic here in my personal column,he does not deserve this attention too.

So that is that.

Jayamala.

Emptiness.

What emptiness do I hold onto,

A queasy feeling creeps in my knotted insides,

This silence is sometimes sweet,

Most times it just seeps in,

I am feeling so empty,

Like a can of finished juices.

The sweetness gone,but the flavour remains.

Jayamala.

Since I am here.

Since I am here,I will talk about you,

If not the thoughts will be blank.

Feather touched and air born thoughts,

That flies far and wide.


You do not seek joy,it comes to you?

But why doesn't it last?

A flower so lovely sneaks in,

with its color ,none sees it.


What I saw could not be seen again,

For life and love does,

Surrender but once.

Snatches are not whole music.


I shall wait to catch you again,

For summer is but a season ,

And spring will come,

Again and I will know a smile again.


Jayamala.

Again Talking To You.

I find this sunset photo very inviting.I am perhaps using a wrong word?Inviting? What for?To come and glide in that orange bliss?I find sunsets interesting.I remember the sunset with the orange sun going down on a horizon while I was walking on a railway track with a friend.We used to sit where the train compartments were used to turn around.As this used to occur sometimes and the manual turning track will be deserted most times,we used to sit inside the round structure concealed and happily talking.While returning from this outing,most times the sun would have gone down and only the distant color tinging the clouds will remind us of the sunset.Beautiful,it used to be and perhaps still it is.So is life,beautiful many times and sometimes like the sunset splashing only the remnant colors.

Jayamala.