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Completing 49 years

Thank you Life for 49 13 Octobers
Is aging chronological

Or spiral?

Aging is random,
In moments few,
Our mental age grew.

Is aging greying
Or 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 case

Singular, exceptional
and then resting:
For posterity, be inspiring.

Is aging sweetening
Or embittering?

Aging is a little of all,
Like so many shades
Of a shedding
Maple leaf at Fall.


Aging is choosing

To remain affectionate,

Yet to be detached,

From life's disarray,

Messy at times,

But that's life, anyway.

Aging is being

And becoming

More inwardly beautiful,

And outwardly

Silently observing,

And wisdom-gathering,

Aging is a chance for

Telling tales more,

Half stories uttering,

In whispers, in words,

Musical and gentle,

Coloured with meaning,

Aging is poem-ing

In rhythm and rhymes,

Like the morning chimes.

One more 13th October
I am blessed to see
I thank my Papa and Mummy
Always in deep gratitude for my most supportive mother.
Aging is reliving random memories
Gallery

Sugar and saffron

Have a Sweet and Kesari day!
May your day be 
As delightful
As easy as it can be.

May your day be
As delicious
As aromatic
As sweet
As warm
As sugar and saffron
In 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

Love apples, Safed Jambus
You stood below
Ready to catch
The jambus
I would throw.

I climbed up
Branch to branch,
Tried to pluck the jambus
You spotted and told me
To reach out
With the sticks
We tried to tie
Together by and by.

Those hidden in between
The lush green leaves,
The jumbo white jambus
Were our absolute treat!

A fresh fruit so simple
Brought a dimple,
With your pretty smile,
As we took no while,
To munch into
A huge juicy bite
Relishing it quite.

The moment felt so right,
A venture unplanned,
Our afternoon filled
With masti and delight,
Fun in bright sunlight,
Feeling excited galore,
Plucking fruit more.

A sense of accomplishment
We felt so content,
A fun day wherein,
Our wishes fulfilledđź’š.

I remember so clear,
Our girlish might,
Our sheer cheer,
As you caught
The jambus white
In your palms safe,
Without a scratch,
Wow I would say,
'What a catch!'
As though we played
In a cricket match!


The fresh lingering taste
Of the safed jambu,
A tree laden with fruit,
Within its shade,
We too grew.


My dearest sister,
My naughty accomplice
In our days of childhood,
Romping and climbing
Our great exercise,
These moments of picking fruit,
In my memories I salute!


As years passed by,
We chased work,climbed
The ladder of success,
We now fondly cherish
White jambus' tree,
We so much love,
Since our days carefree!

The tree stands tall, jamoons now unplucked, just fall

Good Morning!

Awake fresh!
A new day
Fresh as a leaf
Keep it tender
And fresh as green.

Start a clean slate,
With no regret
Forgive and forget,
Move on, go on,
Celebrate this new dawn.


Have a fresh green day!
May your heart feel tender and be a Gorgeous, fresh green!

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 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!