Pondicherry Beaches

The ocean waves,

like a skilled fishmonger,

whet the stones feverishly 

boning winds into 

air pockets

for tranquil breathings.

Amidst all this,

a flood of scorched tourists

continue clicking 

the ocean in its workplace.

Bad Weather

At some point,

on a random tuesday 

in the history of climatology, 

we, self-centered ecologies - humans,

termed rain bad weather.

Now and then,

the villian splashes 

our civilized souls.

Things I Iearnt in Vacation

That 10 O'Clock can incontestably 

be rounded off to 10:30.

That conversations feel different 

when not performed in chairs.

That if one looks long enough 

faces do reveal truth and not more faces.

That 11:00 am clocks off 

at home as well, and exquisitely so.

That sharing ideas and thoughts

can be remembered without writing minutes.

That inviting guests doesn't necessarily 

culminate in photo sessions.

That respecting elders feels better

than treating them as seniors.

Principally, however,

I learnt 

that official orders,

and not poems,

usually begin with that.