Musings

By Ravindran K. Malayil

Musings have introspection, satire, pathos, philosophy of life, and a worldly-wise outlook that runs through the individual subjects. The language is lucid and flowery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Sep 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781482837926

Ravindran K. Malayil

Ravindran K. Malayil holds a postgraduate degree in economics with specialization in public finance as well as a master’s of science degree in psychotherapy and counseling. He has decades of experience in banking. Ravindran loves reading, cooking, music, football, tennis, cricket, and traveling. He currently resides in Muvattupuzha, Kerala, India. This is his second book.

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1 Bud

Nip not the bud

But, think you a bit

What’s a bud?

But a sprouting new life!

It’s a bud that retains the link

That runs through the generations

The heredity that

Passes on the legacy!

2 Life is like that

Have a friend and

You have the wealth

Have a work and

You have the bread

Have a tree and

You have the fruit

Have a cause and

You have the caused-

Hence the talk of

Cause and effect!

Life is but a chain

of cause and effect

effort and result

endeavour and achievement

Fame and wealth can

make ego soar

clouding the truth

and real worth

Lest you forget

must you ponder

Health is the best

and greatest possession.

3 Moorings

Loneliness

that pinches and pierces

the softness of mental fabric

which

even in the normal

uninterrupted

serene

flow of life itself

is but a myth

But,

to be a Robionson Crusoe

in the midst of the din and dust

whilst jostling with the

frenzied crowds in the mad rush

- which alas! takes none

anywhere though -

is benumbing, bemusing.

With none with an iota of love

unadulterated affection

a semblance of sincerity

to lean to

the tears dry up unshed!

The futile pedantic sojourn

to bitterness

to disillusionment

is-may be-a curse;

a punishment for the

past sins accumulated!

To put the mask of unaffectedness

while wincing

and

struggling not to flinch

has become

the real test of

endurance

which can’t last for ev’r

the limit,

the tither’s end

is closer at hand

I sense it

I feel it

the choking

strangulating

agony

is the liberator-

perhaps!

4 Open Sesame

See not the clouds that collect from the far off

See but the sun and the shine that you bask in

See not the past and the pains and tears all

See but the future, the boons and the laughter

See not the darkness the night does herald in

See but the day that’s dawning before long.

Hear not the cries and the screams of the mourning

Hear but the music the birds are all humming

Hear not the lies and tales of shenanigans

Hear but the glory the truthful regale in

Hear not the harridans, the jealous and the ones proud

Hear but the simple, the humble, loving too.

Feel not the thorns and