Grip of GHOSTS

(Grey haired over stressed twenty something)

 Teen age crossed, life’s charm lost,

 d' younger lots, in grip of GHOSTS

A happening of a profound shock,

focus on to streak away grey lock

At twenty plus, too much hair loss,

pinch of baldness evidently a curse

 Touch up of roots, fashion cover up,

numbers in quick rise, last few years

A brown black matches natural color

dyeing of the hair, a damage control

A drill for rescue, fire fighting soon,

free from d' ire, rapid rush to saloon

  Premature graying arouses stress,

in college, institute, in work place

Face and hair, two delicate zones,

adds up a lot to charm of a person

Evidently a genetic predisposition,

several environmental condition

Fast food, with high fat saturation,

 fast life with enormous aspiration

A progeria a single enough reason,

 a premature ageing often happen

Also stress and strain unwarranted,

real graying season, life’s 5^th decade

Eating foods of genetic manipulation,

pesticide loaded water consumption

Burnt fuel smoke, dust, air pollution,

particles of mercury, lead inhalation

Effluent irrigated vegetables eaten,

unsure of balance diet’s proportion

Fruits, vegetables organically grown,

so incidence low in rural population

No disease, trichologist’s firm opinion,

irreversible non-treatable a condition

Protection from ultraviolet radiation,

 altered sleep and faulty diet pattern

Labile stem cells’ rapid destruction,

effect of stress triggered hormones

Check free radicals & oxidants’ action,

have fair friendly diet full of protein

Age erasing food, omega 3 fatty acid,

from d’ firm grip of GHOST, to get rid

A lot of research’s on, to enable one,

for jet black lustrous hair, lifelong

micronutrients and vitamins enough

phytochromes of colored vegetables

Strange notions

It often occurs, too hypothetical,

appears absurd, nothing abnormal

Food cooked and kept in kitchen,

salivating smell, ready to be eaten 

Still I carve, an illusory situation,

no eatables, starving only option

Tummy empty, no retort in mind,

Gulp only water, get acclimatized

Wished to walk a stretch at ease,

a seashore stroll, in cool breeze

Assume a while, not able to see,

a stick to sense d’ things for me

Perceive events in surrounding,

sense d’ ambience, being a blind

Ample objects, mind’s eyes see,

 vastness of sand and tides in sea

Just formed a fussy fascination,

U so close, still appear unknown

No concern, no bites of emotion,

as if we exist in  distant locations

Wily diplomacy dipped innocence,

in too bosom a guy’s serene face

Abuses, yells of suffering persons,

Shrills, symphony, same vibrations

Pass in zone of decayed corpses,

In a temple, with heavenly smells

Pungent fumes of a chemical Lab.,

no elation with a somatic smell fab

Erotic fragrance of fresh flowers,

 foul odor of sewage tank spillage

Chaotic rush, a bomb blast sound,

frightening bark of a grey hound

A black smith’s hot metal hitting,

wood pecker’s, sedulous pecking

Recurrent hissing chord of snake,

 earth arrived baby’s woeful cries 

No romance, no passion arousal,

even close proximity to a damsel

Unable to walk, intact lower limbs,

 conceptualizing a limbless feeling

 Amidst near dear ones, feel forlorn,

shrouds a vacant feeling, I’ve none

I’m all alone, an unknown person,

an imprint set, to me none’s known

I’m non-existent, no shape, no form,

ample comfort in a nihilistic delusion

Where d' birds gone!

A harmonic hitting,  tak tak, tak,

woodpecker chisels, d’ tree trunk

Digging holes, to look for worms,

parrots get in, craft sweet homes

  Neat nursing home, quiet a nest,

for kids’ feed, rearing and rest

I love to watch, run after them,

enthused to see d' deeds in calm

Sole bird known for upright walk,

stunning strides, up d’ tree trunk

Stripes on face, black beak sharp,
quite an amazing sight to watch

Two stout legs, brown red crest,

d' beak an elegant musical gadget

Creates a captivating tak, tak, tak,

a caring craftsman carves on rock!

Migrating birds, come this season,

 poaching them’s strictly forbidden

They do sing, never ending song,

remind peasants, farming time on

 The task ought to start in March,

to do an auspicious moment search

While young, me in my early teens,

delighted by an early dawn chirping

Free to wander, in the paddy fields,

keen to inspect, naughty gimmicks

 On d’ coconut, mango, guava trees,

hang few from edge of palm leaves

Perch in the dense lakeside herbs,

tiny ones balance on feeble stalks

Folk of mini birds, gently squeeze,

milk of tender rice, as stalks arise

Job assigned to me to bit tin drum,

 curtail d' crop ruin and scare them 

Once ripe paddy, ready to harvest,

birds have no single moment’s rest
 Parrot folk land, an wonderful site,

cut-carry stalks, dangle from beaks

Must make visits, do sing for us,

never mind even mid night songs

A coconut tree, top thunder struck,

stood in solitude close to a pond

  One day abruptly planned to be cut,

two parrot nests on mutilated trunk

D’ home of several of parrot family,

young wait for their mother eagerly

 D’ cutter brushed aside my appeal,

to spare the trunk, showed no zeal

Damaged tree fell with a great thud,

evidently shattered their safe abode

Freshly hatched, thrown out of nest,

d’ juvenile chicks, crushed to death

Fragile eggs smashed in the rubble,

 one baby by luck survived the fall

only bones, skin and feeble feathers

 picked it up, prior to prey of others

At home, a fort night on milk feeds,

then on bananas, next eight weeks

Wings grew, ensued parrot features

never caged, flourished family bonds

Nibbled green peas, other stuffs so

jut out tongue, lower beak to & fro,

Granted freedom, made it fly away,

but never vanished in  open blue sky

No fly far away, on our tree lingered

milk gulps from steel plate it recalled

 An awesome sight, lovely its landing,

far amusing than grounding of Boeing

My baby darling, fascinated to listen,

Baby parrot’s funny tale times & again

asks often d’ kind woodpecker’s way,

who dug space for d’ parrots’ safe stay

 Cash crop mania, mens' hostile manners,

no parrots seen, neither woodpeckers

Bird species extinct, labile heart’s torn

Unable to imagine where d’ birds gone