May everything go right, May we all feel peace, And we may all heal.May we all decide,To live in the moment,May all shed off Our memories of lack,Our painful past,And wear a smile,And ponder for a while,How our souls From fear of lackLead to some greed,May we gently From this be freed.Clutter crowds the mind,CreativityContinue reading “May”
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”
What’s better?A smile tugged Deep in your heart,A tickling hopeOr ‘having’ it all?What’s better?An aspiration,A sense of wonderOr feeling empty,Though seemingly possessing stuff, More and more,’having’ it all?From the mindsetThat ‘having’ it allIs happiness,You chase stuff to ‘own’.You never find Your purpose, your call.From the heart-setOf ‘pining’ for moreOr pining for What is not,You setContinue reading “What’s better?”
Sundays, lovely sundays, No rushing to work,No hopping on buses, Or catching trains, Or missing subways.No early wake up call,No hurry, no haste at all,No alarms ringing,Lazy waking, And lazier rising.Leisure short and sweet,Sunday’s a treat!But this Sunday,Get busy,Get ready,Decorate the home Bright, all lit.Favourite foods cooking,Special savories Yummy, spicy and crunching,On Diwali sweetsDon’t yetContinue reading “Sundays”
The charisma of coloursThe palette’s overturesLeaf-falling remindersNature’s gesturesAll welcomesEnd in departures.I have breathed Since47 13th Octobers,Who knows,Maybe ordainedA few ‘mores’,To accomplishA few endeavoursAnd completeA lot more chores.Here’s October With 31 days galore, Maple leaf carpetsWelcoming 2021’sLast quarter.
Happy Birthday MummyOur motherLike youThere’s no other.We love you more Than words can utter.For us You did ensureThe wealth true:ConfidenceIn ourself You grew.We are strongDo no wrongTake on realityFight adversityAs growing upWe saw youA motherLike none otherOur motherLike youThere’s no other.We love you more Than words can utter,We love you moreThan words can utter.
I walk. Sometimes, I walk away From an uninvited Walk-in visiting memory, Sometimes, I walk To reach nowhere, But to walk away From the need To reach Somewhere. Sometimes I walk Away from expectations Unreasonable, stifling. I walk Miles and miles. Sometimes I walk To sort out My own journey, Meet my thoughts halfway, QuestionContinue reading “I walk”
Mr. September!As you have arrived,Here, Sign your bona fide:You’ll be kind To one and all.You won’t barge in With unexpected stuff.You’ll not spoil Any plans or Snatch any smiles That are wide And grins so ‘on’,You won’t make Anyone forlorn,Especially As this Covid,Has gone on and on.You’ll do your best, Be hope-fulfilling, Generous and givingLettingContinue reading “September, here’s ‘orders’ to all 30 of you!”
Life is not about just having. Life is more about living. Life is more about experiencing rather than accumulating. Money is no doubt very essential for enabling empowerment. There are no two things about it. But to live less in order to earn more and just have more at the cost of too much stressContinue reading “Draw the line.”
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
On the purple couchShe does belong,And she sings along,Between numbers divine-Ruth B’s ‘Lost boy’ She plays again,And humming Trampoline,By amazing Shaed and Zayn,My princess shifts,In the next moment,Taylor Swift’sMelody drifts. Outdoors, the VirusCovid 19 corpses pile,Indoors 24 by 7, Locked down we copeTo keep alive hope,Try home remedies so naive,Praying they do survive,Days elapsed moreContinue reading “Mommy muses…”
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”