Is aging chronological Or spiral?Aging is random,In moments few,Our mental age grew.Is aging greyingOr growing?It is both for some,Making use of this privilege is true understanding.Is aging resting Your case,Or resisting?Aging is building a caseSingular, exceptional and then resting:For posterity, be inspiring.Is aging sweetening Or embittering?Aging is a little of all,Like so many shades OfContinue reading “Completing 49 years”
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Sugar and saffron
May your day be As delightful As easy as it can be.May your day beAs deliciousAs aromatic As sweetAs warm As sugar and saffronIn milk would be.May you,Like sugar And saffron, dissolve,And in higher energy evolve. May you,Exude positive vibes.Today may you rise,Choosing all That’s kind and wise.
Safed Jambu tree
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 new dayFresh as a leafKeep it tenderAnd fresh as green.Start a clean slate, With no regretForgive and forget,Move on, go on,Celebrate this new dawn.Have a fresh green day!
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.
My Hinglish poem: Missing home
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”