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Come, September

Experience the shades of your emotions. Keep them light or bright.
Come September,
Like a dry leaf
Shake off
Everyone's grief.

Come September,
Make life better,
Help everyone shrug,
Each big and small grudge

Come September,
Help all remember,
You precede October,
And the last quarter,
Of this year,
And it's time
To acknowledge
That in the Fall,
Nature let's go
All dried and old,
Bares itself to the cold

Likewise, September,
Let everyone's heart Begin to clear,
Of worry and fear,
Of a frown or a hidden tear
And await calmly
The end of the year.
Turn over a new leaf…

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I’m not sure

πŸ˜‡
I'm not sure 
What love is,
But I know
Kindness is pure.
In the end,
What changes the story,
What matters totally,
Is how well you treat
The one you claim to love
In thought, word & deed.
Love without integrity is no love

2022

Step in to 2022 with a dash of lemony zest!
Think new
Learn new
Speak words few
Actions positive,
Kindness do renew

Its 2022

May you be surrounded
By fragrant flowers,
Blessed with natural
Healing powers.

Its 2022

May you decide to rise
Out of the past
Let go, live in the Now,
Question less, use less
Of 'Why me', and just be.

Its 2022

Make peace,
Courageously say 'Adieu'
To all that happened,
Before 2022.

Yes, its just
Another morning,
Until you choose
To make it new
By what 'new' you do.

Blossom and thrive

A day full of possibilities

Through small actions
Just think each hour,
Within your power,
What can you do?

You've 7,200 minutes
Plant seeds
Of flowering trees
Just for minutes 15
To find one morning,
Smiling flowers 16!

Left with 7185 minutes
Imagine how much life
You can fill in these!

Have a positively action-filled
And happening day.

May you choose to:
Nourish, accomplish,
and flourish!
Take care.

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.

My new poetry book

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What if…

Comforting thoughts
If we've lost
A near and dear one,
May we find within
Patience and solace,
That they're resting
In a better place

What if
Death was for them
Rest and relief?
They could not bear
The suffering,
Take not the pain,
So left this life
And the soul reached
A beautiful realm
Much greater, higher.

Let us perhaps
Hold this belief,
To lessen the sorrow,
A comforting thought
Maybe we can borrow.

Accept fully,
This journey
To the other realm
Follows cosmic time,
Not an age in number
As in temporal time.

Eyes

Your eyes reveal

Kindness
Sadness
Madness

Laughter
And
Glitter

Or

Bitter
And
Anger

Keenness
Meanness
Curiosness

Boredom
Or just dumb,

Desire or dream,

Or shielding shrewd
And outright rude,

A guilt sheer
Or fear clear?

Truth sneaks out
From your eyes
And
Reveals both
Your rise, your fall,
Gives a glimpse
Of your soul.

Eyes know your 'all',
Your wounds and wisdom,
Your greed, your glare,
They reflect it all.

What stories silent,
Sealed lips hide,
Your eyes
Whisper them all.
When your lips rest
your eyes work best

Happy Humming Morning!

Happy Humming!
Today
Welcome thoughts
Of hope and peace,
Negative thoughts
Just release.

Allow not
Disappointment
To stay too long,
Bring back hope
Invite love warmly
And insist laughter
Along to accompany.


Its your heart
Your mind, your soul
Your choice to control.

As hope brings
A smile along,
Hum a song,
Hum a happy song.

Happy Humming Morning!
A New Dawn

Don’t feel like

If you don't feel like    
Starting the day,
Your chores and duties
Confuse and overwhelm you,
The sigh is longer
And heavier than usual,
Then sip your coffee slower,
Remind yourself,
'I choose to be braver'
Breathe and feel
The air expelled,
Close your eyes
And imagine
The clouds moving,
The day too
Will glide through.

You will lose some,
Win one or two,
Just remind yourself,
I'll try better,
Worries I surrender.

A day isn't too long,
If things go wrong
I will set them right,
Effort and acumen,
And grace and grit
To me belong,
To me belong.

MAKE THE DAY GOOD.
You can choose.

In between silences

Sheer poetry
In between silences,
A few words
Fly in,
Birds from faraway
Skies of ideas,
Carrying a new story,
In sheer poetry.

I walk

Footprints on the sands of Time
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,
Question myself, 
How happy was I 
To see them again?

Which thought 
Would I like,
To accompany 
As I walk my path
Of moving, temporary,
 Ever-changing life?

'Who' do I 
Hold hands with,
As I walk free?
 




Eklaa chaalo re…

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!

(GπŸ˜„πŸ˜„D MπŸ˜„RNING ALL.
I HAVE INSTRUCTED SEPTEMBER IN GENERAL AND SEPT. 2nd TO BEHAVE.
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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

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!

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.