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Wishing you a berry good morning🍓🍒
I wish you
Pleasant moments
More than just a few.

I wish you
A lovely surprise,
So you feel all 'oooh'!

I wish you
Awesome memory-making
Dashed with laughter too.

Go, get your chai
Or go coffee brew,
Greet the lovely day
Ahead of you,
All fresh and new!
Cock a doodle doooo🐓🐔 Happy healthy Morning to you!

Morning!

Think high
Usher in a mission,
That takes you close,
To realise your vision!

Usher in a resolution,
That guides your move,
And your every motion.

Usher in a celebration,
2023 is few weeks away,
Optimistic, do stay! 

Make it a magical day, 
Do your very best,
In every possible way,
And then let go, rest
Accept God's will, pray!
Usher in new ways, and be
at the
‘Top of the world’
Today!

What’s better?

What's better?
A smile tugged
Deep in your heart,
A tickling hope
Or 'having' it all?

What's better?
An aspiration,
A sense of wonder
Or feeling empty,
Though seemingly possessing stuff,
More and more,
'having' it all?


From the mindset
That 'having' it all
Is happiness,
You chase stuff to 'own'.
You never find
Your purpose, your call.

From the heart-set
Of 'pining' for more
Or pining for
What is not,
You set yourself
For whining,
That is all.


What's better?
Warm connections,
Sincere effort shining,
A sense of being content,
Or a feeling of lack
How much ever you shop and 'have' and own?


What's better?

Having a meaningful purpose and clarity of what you want to do in your life journey or just accumulating belongings?

Shrouds have no pockets.

Having more is not living more.
What's better? Dwell on it.
Think…

Colours of Fall

The charisma of colours
The palette's overtures
Leaf-falling reminders
Nature's gestures
All welcomes
End in departures.

I have breathed
Since
47 13th Octobers,
Who knows,
Maybe ordained
A few 'mores',
To accomplish
A few endeavours
And complete
A lot more chores.

Here's October
With 31 days galore,
Maple leaf carpets
Welcoming 2021's
Last quarter.





Collecting life in moments

Mother

Happy Birthday Mummy
Happy Birthday Mummy

Our mother
Like you
There's no other.
We love you more
Than words can utter.

For us
You did ensure
The wealth true:
Confidence
In ourself
You grew.

We are strong
Do no wrong
Take on reality
Fight adversity
As growing up
We saw you
A mother
Like none other

Our mother
Like you
There's no other.
We love you more
Than words can utter,
We love you more
Than words can utter.

15th August 2021

Last poem

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!