September, here’s ‘orders’ to all 30 of you!

MR.SEPTEMBER, DO BEHAVE!
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 giving

Letting all just rest.

And you -

September 2nd,

I see you sneaking in,

As you are here

So fast, already!

Come on, fix all

That's messy

Make all things steady.

Forget not

The orders I gave,

Mr.September,

You better behave!

(G😄😄D M😄RNING ALL.
I HAVE INSTRUCTED SEPTEMBER IN GENERAL AND SEPT. 2nd TO BEHAVE.
😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄)

Happy 2nd September morning!

COME, SEPTEMBER!

COME, SEPTEMBER
Bring some melody
Lessen the cacophony
Come,September,
Heal the ailing
Brighten the paling.

String hearts together,
Make tempers milder,
Come,September,
Let's hear melodies,
Begin soothing
Heavy, hurtful memories.

Come, September,
Remind us our cheer
And patience
And put our lives
Back in forward gear.

Forward is the way

Compassion

May all choose Compassion
Halt a moment,
Stop! Save a child,
Listen to the lament,
Life for love is meant,
Rise above discontent,
Revise your intent,
And choose to be,
The One to help
To nurture and care,
And let each of us
To the 'other'
Be truly'God-sent'.

15th August 2021

Last poem

Watch “‘The tabula rasa state of mind'” on YouTube

Watch ”INDIA REBORN IN MY SOUL'” on YouTube

Jai Hind

Reflect calmly to find your balance

Meditate to find
The balance
Be mindful
Of how you feel
Keep your mind
Very still.

Meditate to de-stress,
To worries release,
To realign,
Receive peace
And reconnect
With the Divine.






Draw the line.

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 stress and no fun is where we need to truly reflect and slow down on the chase, if we have inadvertently fallen into it in the first place. Life is more when you follow your heart with your mind open and in control. Decide where to draw the line. Its your life and your time on the planet is your greatest gift to live it fully and fulfillingly. Balance is the key. But do not wait too long to do what you really feel like. Do not keep pushing away your heart’s desires too far, too long. Go live well and live more💝.

One day at a time

When in life,
There's no rhythm
There's no rhyme
No laughters chime,
A tear glistens
You can't even sigh,
Your breath feels muffled
Each time you inhaled
It felt like an effort
And you struggled,
At that juncture,
When every nerve
You feel will rupture,
Just be in silent plea
Really pray to the Divine
and sense the silence
And hear the quiet,
Say to self,
One day, at a time.






The tabula rasa state of mind

I love my mind,

In the 'tabula rasa'

state.


I like it:

My 're-energise'

phase,

From 'doing' to just

'being'.

I reflect, read more.



I love my mind,

Uncrowded, on 'rewind'

I refill the soul,

the heart, the mind.



Reading other's voices

and fresh new words,

I imagine me

Fly high

Like a bird,

To a new world.



It is essential

To be vacant,

A pre requisite

To evolve my Self

And redefine my Voice.

Declutter

The disarray
The discontent
The disturbance
The depression
All lie deep within.

Silently peep in
And seek the sunken
Heavy moments
And beckon
Half-buried memories,
This heap of 'hurts'
Lift one by one,
And gently release,
Just let them go.

Emptied of these
Feel free,
Feel light,
Declutter and cleanse,
Find peace immense.

Surrender

The way to go
When you know
Nothing
The way to go
When you feel
Empty
The way to go
When you just
Do not know

The way to go
When words fail
And tears dry

The way to go
In such a time
Is to Surrender.

To silently stay
Not ponder just pray.

Pray if not in words
Prayed before or
pre written,
But just pray
That a ray reaches
The dark recesses
Of doom and despair.

Surrender

A day comes

What mattered always, you must let go.

A day comes
When what mattered,
You must let go.
You just know,
You give up.

It is the day
You are just
a little less alive
But you survive.

Like the cat's
last lonely walk
around the street,
In extreme heat.
Losing hope,
To find a bite
To chew, to eat.

Both you and the cat
So much alike,
Until next dawn,
Both just survive.

Will the cat
Without the hat,
Not named Tom,
Nor pretty
Hello Kitty,
Find a fish
In a dish
Or Jerry the rat?

And you,
Will you ever
Overcome that?
The day is new but you are no longer what YOU were.

Hinglish nursery rhyme for 3-4 year olds.

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

A new day, a new way…be AWESOME today!

Be YOU and do MORE!
Work becomes effortless

When you perform

With keen interest

And sincerity.


When you do your best

Out of anxiety,

You block the flow

Of fresh ideas.


When you do your best

Calmly and with love,

Your ideas like a fount

Seem endless and

Excite you to do more.



This brings magic

To your work,

This is the 'extra'

In the ordinary:

The extraordinary.



Choose well!
ExTrA OrDiNarY iS nOt OdD

Pause. Ponder. Lift yourself higher.

Getting older is inevitable. But growing older is slightly different, because when you grow older, you don’t lose the sense of humor, the ability to wonder, feel the curiosity and the sense of enthusiasm as well as the sense of marvel. Are you growing older or getting old? It is a decision. Your decision. Isn’t it?

Thank you Michelle, for being so YOU

A poem inspired by #Michelle Obama’s speeches on Youtube

We slip into despair- 

into tears, 

into fire,

 into deep ocean.

And a Youtube video

Reaches.

Michelle's reminder

falls into our soul

Like sundrops 

Helps us gather ourself,

Lifts us, shifts us

We watch bygones,

Like a dead,

Dried leaf strewn,

Breezes away from the

Tree,

May we release dry

Dis-serving thoughts

Free.

A RAIN PRAYER

A rain shower

https://culturalreverence.wordpress.com/2021/07/18/a-rain-prayer-a-poem-by-amita-sanghavi-oman/

Not so instant!

This O levels exam 
Isn't as instant
As a soup sachet
Of Maggi we heat
& blend,
Not as instant,
As we click an icon
In a mili-second
On WhatsApp to 'send'.

Yes,study long hours
For coming weeks,
Read and revise,
recall and repeat,
And I am impressed
As you prepare daily,
With focus indeed.

Do practice and write,
Sometimes use a mind-map,
Other times,
You may memorise
These last few weeks,
I am relieved to see
The essence of effort
You do realise!

Then follows a break,
And results we get
Hopefully its mostly Grades 'B' or 'A'
And we celebrate.

Education is
Life-long learning,
You know, right?
Not as easy
or as instant
as an FB 'like'.

But dedicated work
With a good grade
You'll carry
With such pride,
All your life,
All your life!

Mommy muses…

Good bye
On the purple couch
She 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's
Melody drifts.


Outdoors, the Virus
Covid 19 corpses pile,
Indoors 24 by 7,
Locked down we cope
To keep alive hope,
Try home remedies so naive,
Praying they do survive,
Days elapsed more than
Three Sixty Five.


I keep glued my eye
To the 15×17" screen,
On the digital
'virtual' platform
I 'Meet' strangers,
And also my own,
Our voices low,
Our spirit sunk,
With cameras off
On Zoom,
Our world's shrunk
Into our living room.

Her O level Exams
In 2021 scheduled,
How short a reign
Childhood ruled!
I feel cheated
By Time, fooled.


Am I ready
For the silence
That will follow soon,
For Papa Johns pizza,
No more sulky tantrum,
No one over-the-moon?

Am I ready
To say goodbye
As she'll pack
My heavy heart
In her backpack?

Are moms able
To recall
How to thrive?
Or do they amidst
A mount of
Muted memories cry?

Will I pretend
To smile and survive,
Counting each day,
Till my kid beloved,
For a short visit
Will arrive next May?
Is that how I'll
Suddenly, rapidly
Go wrinkled and grey?

Till then,
Though listless,
Am I suppose to
Just breathe,
And glance
At lifeless doors
And dull chores replete
Just repeat, repeat, repeat, and repeat?

How do I thrive
After my nestling,
Far away will fly,
Into a distant sky?


At 4, she ruined my lipstick, scribbling
‘Mamma I ❤ you’

From Mom to her Teenagers

Twinkling Teens
Its not just about 
How long you are
Glued onto the screen
That I shout,
But more about
What valuable work
you actually did,
Was it important indeed?

And more about
How you forgot
To take healthy breaks
And remind you
Actions back a dream,
I am most concerned,
Can't you listen
My silent plea
Need I scream?

Its not just about
What rule to abide
You simply refuse,
But that you confuse
The difference between
Yelling and telling,
And how to say nay.

Its not just about
Clock hours you miss
But more about keeping promises
And convey in actions
All your heartfelt apologies.

Its not just about
Questioning your choices
But more about
Keeping low prices
And lower voices.

Its not about
Criticising you
But more about
Perfectly preparing you
In order to realise
Your full potential
To ensure you make
Decisions wise,
And higher and higher
You always rise.
Its tough love I know
As a mom I too grow,
My duties' call
I hope you realise,
You are my beloved
My joy in your
Empowerment lies,
How do I pat my back otherwise?
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤


Read more! By AMITA SANGHAVI

READING IS ALL THIS AND MORE:

Go find your fav book, a book never fails you as your lifetime companion!
Reading is all this and more:

The escape
From boredom,
Meet human
Imagination,
In all its magnitude.
Keep chewing thoughts
in blissful solitude.

A book is
unparalleled company,
The quietest,coolest
Emotional symphony,
An unmissable, unforgettable journey.

Reading is:
Entering an adventure,
Exploring a tale,
and finding freedom
In a fantastic,
faraway Queendom.

Travel on and on,
Read more, go on.

Reading is:

The nourishment
for the brain,
Feed it no chaff
Only golden grain.

Reading is:
The engagement
for the mind,
Helps you refresh
and unwind.

Reading is:
The food
for the intellect.
So, tell me,
What book today
to read
Did you select?

Read and the mind is freed!

It’s here! Get yours too.

I was just wondering…

Please, can you pass the nut back to me or throw it on this side?
It slipped and its mine.

I could jump but you know trespassers' rules?
I do respect and abide.

🤣🤣🤣

Start the day with a smile.
Life is good.

GOOD MORNING AND A LITTLE MORE!

May your day 
Make you smile
A little more

May you find time
To listen to
The birds chirp
and the bells chime,
As you sip your chai,
Wtsapping Fwds,
Saying your
Hello and Hi.

May you hum
And dance
On the beat
Of the drum,
May worries fly
And joys perch.




Good Morning!


My Hinglish poem: Missing home

Missing the kuhu kuhu melody
Of 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 monsoons are mixed with Granny's stories making us wiser,
Mom's 'go get samosa' orders,
From time to time, I am running chores,
Picking up the umbrella heading outdoors,
Venturing out in heavy downpours.

Dad turning newspaper pages,
My sisters walk in, soaking wet,
With angry drenched faces,
With 'how the rain stopped the train'
Stories grumbled out of pouts with grimaces.

Quickly drying the feet,
First of all, to the kitchen heading,
'I am starving-pass the chutney',
Then cosily cross-legged
On the dining chair sitting,
Slurpping chai,
Kadak, mitthi adhrakhwaali.
On the phone, Mom grumbling,
'Bai tu aaj pann nai aali?
All biting into garama garam samosa,
Yummy and mast teekhaa zyaadaa.

Missing home would include,
Missing the unique dudhwalla excuse,
Kal se dudh kyu hai paniwalla?
The loud honking of the pick-up-at-doorstep riksha,
'Jaldi karo' prompts the impatient rikshawalla,
Missing the calls of the rusk toast bhaiya,then the 'costly' bhajiwalla,
The postman uncle greyed and smiling,
Chatting and chitthi-delivering.

Missing the singing chorus
of 'yere yere paavsaa',
And the bacchoos hurriedly,
Notebook ka page tearing,
Busy with paper-boat making
Dancing in puddles, their feet splashing.

With all the thunder and lightening,
Arrey baba light gaya oh what a commotion
So, lagta hai Humlog episode miss hoga,
The clock ticks,
the endless wait now for -light kab aayega-
Like a mantra we repeat
Hoping to watch Chitrahaar at least!

Swinging in the verandah, chatting,
Killing mosquitoes and just chilling,
For bunking work tomorrow no excuses-finding,
Starting antaakshri and fav songs humming,
Losing the game and then memories visiting
Biting into kaju-katris,
Recalling lost raincoats and stolen chhatris.

Evening Aarti in the temple begins,
Aunties on the way to worship,
Waving, and by mom invited,coming in
Saying 'paaus bhaari hai
So OK will come in
Bas just for 2 minutes',
Then for hours waiting,

'Tchtch tchtch...'

'Why these showers so heavy,
'Baarish rukney ka naam hi nahi,'
And about mom in law's abusive treatment revealing,
Few moments of heaviness,
With glances exchanging,
A loud silence, a sigh,
Then a ready 'OK' for an aadha cup of chai,
Back to lovely samosas and chatter and laughter,
Memories made in moments of bonding,
Gulping tears with tea
And moving onto factual 'khichdi'
Cooking impromptu details with assal ghee,
Savouring masaledaar gossiping.

In so many more ways untold,
Missing my parents of course,
Missing friends and folks for sure
Putting together all this, 'Home' it is,
Yes, yearning for home-coming,
Being away from my ghar is hurting,
Missing all this
Connecting and caring,
Home is so healing,
so healing.

Home!

WHEN SUNDROPS BLESS

Sundrops bless this endeavour,
My intent backed with effort,
I spent hour after hour,
In gathering Voices
In these pages,
Poems to discover,
From the 'limited' time
Before my knell does chime,
I spend it in
Poetry, soft and sublime.
May you pick your favourite lines,
In this collection
I offer moments held
Fresh insights and subtle rhymes.
May the universe conspire
And may sundrops
Bless all my endeavours.

NURSERY RHYME: Vary very very

One more poem kids! Enjoy😇🌷🌼🌻🌺🥀🌹🏵💮🌸⚘

Sunflower, a sunny flower,
How I love you,
You are bright and sunny too.

Lilac and lavender,
Forever, a floral wonder,
Soft like velvet
Are Violets to touch,
I love you so much.

Roses red or Lilies white
Daisies pink or Marigolds more,
Next to what
By whose side,
Go in my bouquet
I can't decide!

Blue bell, a true blue
Upright, smiling bold,
On my palm a delight
So light to hold.

All flowers we like,
Love their sight
And sweet smells too,
None are alike
All vary very,
Just like me and you!

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A very flowery prayer

Wishing you a Good Morning

By Amita Sanghavi

May pure, pink love 
Blissful and divine
Bloom within your mind,
And may peace release
A sweet sense of ease,
And form a floral,
'Feel-good' design.

May you hold faith,
With moments defined,
Of memories and musings
Melodious and refined.

And may your lips
Like petals unfurl,
Into a smile serene
As your desires fulfil,
May your buds of hope
Flower like a dream.


Declutter

The disarray
The discontent
The disturbance
The depression
All lie deep within.

Silently peep in
And seek the sunken
Heavy moments
And beckon
Half-buried memories,
This heap of 'hurts'
Lift one by one,
And gently release,
Just let them go.

Emptied of these
Feel free,
Feel light,
Declutter and cleanse,
Find peace immense.

Amita Sanghvi

https://m.facebook.com/amita.sanghvi.1

Enjoy!

Squirrel

A Squirrel Poem

Swift and swifter,
In so much hurry
You little creature
So cute and furry,
Busier than a bee
Up the tree
Down the tree,
On your daily
nut-gathering spree,
Living in the moment,
You are truly free!

Mangoes more mangoes!🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭

Mango moments, 
Those delicious
Inhalations deep,
Of aromas sweet
And the mouthfuls
Of mangoes
Haaphus, Totapuri,
Langda, Badaami,
Kesari, Paayri....
The colour
The texture
The taste
The luxury
Of more, even more
Mango delicacies,
How lip-smacking is aamras
Pooris hot dipped in...
Home grown Rajapuri,
Homemade garam puri,
Home concocted Pannah,
Home made chhoondaa...
Home made aambe wadi,
Home made mango barfi.
Milkshakes and ice cream,
Dip in a dozen mango pickles,
Savour on my tongue,
Mango-sour tickles
Finger-lick fajeto
The ultimate mango kadhi,
and bowls of brinjal
dressed in mango curry,
Hot mango-orange, chilli-red and sizzling!
Me, the mango maniac,
Me, the mango devotee.

Just close the gap

A gap between

Between knowing and doing,
Between promising and fulfilling,
Between silence and expression,
Between sharing and sparing,
Between realising and accepting,

Between hearing and listening,
Between dreaming and performing,
Between commiting and delivering:
If there is a distance,
A gap,
Just close the gap.
Just do it.
That is integrity.
Makes all the difference.

Books

 

 

At times

A random read,

At times,

A re-read,

At times

A hasty skim,

Or rush-read the end,

Sometimes dog ear

Page seventy-seven,

At times read aloud,

Sometimes I highlight,

At times I underline

Or I scribble

A question mark,

And sometimes I just sigh.

At times in entirety,

It stays within me

Other times I need it

Visible, grab-able

In my arm’s vicinity,

Sometimes I clutch it

And cry;

And some pages

Make me smile-

At times for comfort, I visit

And re-visit and re-read;

A rapid read,

A thorough read,

Soak in it or sip it

Word by word

Or line by line,

Romp from page to page

Or recite for delight-

I light up in their presence,

They are my life’s essence,

I never cease to seize

A few off the rack,

Hold them, hug them

Overload them in my backpack,

With a true sense of

Togetherness immense,

I revere each book

With love intense.

 

By

 Amita Sanghavi

 

 

 

Impressions and Expressions

IMPRESSIONS AND EXPRESSIONS:

Everyday

we reflect upon

an experience
And form an impression-

think it through,

and integrate it

with our previous experiences

and we express

joy, fear, doubt or regret,

or maybe

a measure of nostalgia

or even grief.

Our expressions

follow our mind

That holds our impressions.

To live a new day

means to be able

to hold our new experience

in a blank mind:

The tabula rasa.

You cannot burden

a previous experience-

Positive or negative

onto the current moment.

Positivity, too, weighs

of high expectation,

And of the bated breath
of anticipation…

Loading the moment
With hope: is offering being vulnerable,

And at once crushable.

So now WHAT?

Keep the mind unassuming, unclouded, unheavy, ungrey;

Keep it light.

Shrug off the excessive thinking.

Peep into your self
and cleanse the mind.

To hold the burdens,

only tires you
and takes away

your energy

and maligns your vibes.

Choose

what you hold

and

let the rest go:

Detach

Detach

Detach.

Being consistent

I have always looked back at what are the ingredients of success? Most often we hear ‘hard work’ but I would like to refine that a little more. The necessity of hard work is unquestionable, but so is smart work. Not just donkey hard work. It is consistent work with genuine interest to just do a little more. The ‘extra’ in the ordinary is ACTUALLY the extra work that is not expected of you. Also, with this, being a YES person. Venturing out there. Keeping on moving. For just a little more. And I cannot emphasize more on doing NEW things AND doing same things in a NEW WAY Success, actually follows you. You just follow what you love to do. So, what ‘new’ did you add to your day?

The sounds of solitude

Memories jingle in the heart…images tease.

Me, A Tree

https://culturalreverence.wordpress.com/2021/06/19/me-a-tree-a-poem-by-amita-sanghavi/

Stubborn optimism with common sense of following precaution protocols, being prayerful.

As the pandemic scenario is bleaker and dampening our spirit, it is now all the more reason to challenge ourselves to rise up and remain stubborn in the war. Rise up to vaccinate self an d encourage near and dear ones to do too. Rise up and help the needy to pay and vaccinate. Rise up and ritualize a new routine and re-examine how best to manage gatherings with social distancing protocol in place. Rise up to respect our healthcare professionals’ safety and do not burden them even further by risking going out unnecessarily. Rise up and embrace new ways of doing and being in ceremonies and groups. Rise up to making your day no less meaningful and purposeful by setting up goals for yourself to become a better version. Survival is not just about the ‘physically’ fittest alone but your presence of mind and your well being of remaining mentally and emotionally resilient and fit are of equal importance. Rise up and remain prayerful. This too shall be overcome.

And then I wonder

It is almost 15 months since the pandemic. Life is on indefinite pause. I wonder how we will have changed when ‘life as we know it’ will begin. How many ways will we have changed, and for better or worse…

Shifting your thoughts

It has been a challenge and quite some watchfulness was required in becoming an observer of my thoughts and detaching from them and choosing which ones were unwelcome. But the effort has been worthwhile. I am sure with time, we can change the thoughts and see the extraordinary effect of the shift within and without!

The book we ought to read right now.

Impressions

Our mind forms impressions, our Voice expresses them.

Writing my first post!

The extraordinary power of thought. It is amazing. Wayne Dyer writes about changing our thought and changing our life. Indeed. A subtle change in our outlook shifts us to higher vibes. Choose constructive, optimistic, thoughts of ‘possibilities’ rather than anything else. I am an individual who emphasizes on doing just a ‘little more’ and ‘doing it whole heartedly’. I choose to blog as it reaches like minded readers and connects me to other enthusiasts who are evolving in this journey of life.

To write or not to write ‘was’ the question.

https://amitasanghavi.wordpress.com/

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