Carrot halwa red,Boondi ladoo yellow,Lassi creamy white,Wishing you A Holi very bright.Rose milk pink,Baigan bhartaa purple,Gulaab jamun dipped inSugar syrup very golden,And a chocolate truffle,May in Life always,You stay out of trouble.Wishing you Happy HoliA day full of coloursA rainbow in a jumble,Samosas and chutney,Sweet and hot,Hot and sweet,With dollop of ice cream,Topped with honey.WishingContinue reading “Have a very Foodie Holi”
May we move forward, Stronger,surer,together.May we move forward,To progress and prosper.May our diversityBring us strength greater, Make our minds grow richer,May we stride with pride,Holding hands of each other.
And how exactlyDo you want The day to go?What do you wish away and what do you welcome?No, no, not a flavour All too sweetNot just maple syrup Or only loads of honey-A pinch of powderedCinnamon or pepper,Adds to the relishOf Life’s recipe.Let the day be a bitChutney-like chatpatta*,A daring dash of Fresh green chilli,Life’sContinue reading “And how exactly”
You stood belowReady to catchThe jambus I would throw.I climbed up Branch to branch,Tried to pluck the jambusYou spotted and told meTo reach out With the sticksWe tried to tieTogether by and by.Those hidden in between The lush green leaves,The jumbo white jambus Were our absolute treat!A fresh fruit so simpleBrought a dimple,With your prettyContinue reading “Safed Jambu tree”
A poem for kids: ‘My Train Journey’ ‘My Train Journey’ My train journeyWas just lovely,I met kidsWho were funny,We laughed a lot At each station Hot snacks we bought.Chhuk chhukChhuk chhukChug chugChug chugWent the train,The rhythm feltLike a refrain.I know not whenA thug cameA thief he was,Who stole a packOf my croissant plain;I thought toContinue reading “Happy Children’s day India!”
Baarish aayaa Dham dham dham, Paani mein khelu Mai chhum chhum chhum Mamma banaaye Pakode yum yum yum Rain please Come, come, come To the puddle I run, run, run. Taking my new chhatri To school is fun, fun, fun. Pooh tu ho jaa chhoo
Missing the kuhu kuhu melodyOf the hidden Koyal among fresh mango leaves,The squirrels running bindaas on the nariyal trees,The squeaky groan of the overloaded rusty swing never kid-free, The temple bells’ reassuring chime,The next-door school kids’In chorus sing everytime,The ‘rain, rain go away’ rhyme.The aromas from the kitchen stronger than any fancy appetizer,Recipes of monsoonsContinue reading “My Hinglish poem: Missing home”