The U.S Calendar.

   Life's hub here,is very much in the web;
   Each one's routine is breezily routed through
   A racy, robotic manual, independently cast.
   One can select switches to set the day in order.
   Car-prone roads cry for two wheeler rides;
   Eateries every where,exhibit an Elizabethan variety.
   Shopping is a celebration in plastic money payoffs.
   From tissue paper rolls to trash can on roads,
   Nothing goes haywire in the hectic movement of kinds.
  ,Life lines up in a geometric perfection for easy interactions,
   For mutually rewarding transactions.
   Week end enjoyments wield energy and enthusiasm
   For the fabulous five day fit ins.
   As the exits are many,any one can choose any.
   The endless bustle of the driving spree
   Crossing the subways and fly overs
   Is nothing but a sequential flow of an apple pie order
   Signalling each one's race with their frequency modulations
   As a symptom of the competitive speed for co existence
   Without crossing ever the well set line of control.
                                        P.Chandrasekaran.

The Native Core.

      From sticky streets and slimy crowds,
      I flew to a land,
      Where streets looked
      Like laminated resting zones.
      The crowd of humanity there,
      Was a creamy layer, crisp and captivating .
      But my mind made of a thermosetting mould,
      Longed more for my slimy crowds
      On the sticky streets.
                               p.Chandrasekaran.

The Lease Abroad.

  My lease abroad was pampered well
  By the breakneck speed of running days
  For a plum period of percolating joy.
  I had sucked life giving memories
  Through the straw of sustaining backups.
  I packed them all optimally for shipping,
  With least probabilities of snags of any kind.
  Back home ,I unpacked them neatly,
  Following precisely ''the handle with care'' note.
  Reached home safely, were the quality time reminiscences
  Of the serial happenings abroad, in between
  Two spells of fatigued flying.
  But time is a dampener of memory's warmth.
  Soon did the native ruminations start rendering
  An antique stamp to the alien soil reflections,
  Assigning them a rack in their museum.
  That the lease is renewable raps my stymied spirit
  With a prospective flow of positive percolation
  Between two fascinating spells of flying,
  For a re surge of those life-giving memories.
                                                 P.Chandrasekaran.