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Mountains of Muscat

For the love of the mountains
Today there is a rare 

And unusual clarity

In the skies

and one can see

The faint outline

Of the highest peak.

May our minds

Always have such clarity

And may we be granted

And blessed such visions

That guide us

Into the unknown

With calmness

And divine sublimity.

Good Morning World!
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Have a better day than yesterday!

Choose better.
Choose well.

Choose
Silence not arguing.
Choose
Hope not worrying.
Choose
Activities not idling.
Choose
Learning not lazing.

Choose better,
Right now,
Not later!

Choose better today

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Happy Teacher’s Day

Should I thank you life?
Should I thank you Life,
For what you have taught me?
It is irreversible and unforgettable.
You give no second chance
There is no time
For a backward glance.

You have set
The toughest lessons
And sudden twists
And unexpected turns
And all this
On slippery and steep pathways,
With no promises of getaways.

You give no hint
Of the next test
So brutal are your methods of teaching,
So Life, tell me
How do I thank you,
For being my ruthless,
Ultimate Guru?

The answer-less questions of life
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Good Morning

May this day
Be perfect
In a way
That makes you
Smile a little more.

May this day
Be perfect
In a way
That you
Feel glad a little more.

Wish you a little more
Of all the very best
You deserve and desire.
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Neural Whispers

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I believe, I trust

Success
Success is the result of our genuine talent, sincere effort and strong decision to not give up before we achieve our goal. Yes. But then how is it that only few succeed while many do not, despite of the talent, effort and determination? 

We do reflect- oh the timing was not right, or some stroke of bad luck...etc.

I feel above and beyond the obvious, there are four more things- our success is attained as it is:

First, God is answering someone else's prayer.

Two, our success is fruit of our ripened past good karma.

Three, our success is a blessing recieved.

Four, our success is pre determined, our path calls us, as we are chosen to be instrumental in accomplishing larger designs for the larger good.

So is our success something to be proud of, or not?
I think actually it is better to keep our grace and have a gratitude-filled heart towards a universal supreme energy and understand our success as a rich and truly humbling experience when we count how many people indirectly or directly helped us get this success, get us here.
So ours, is then, the role of an instrument and to be chosen as an instrument we may feel gratitude, exercise detachment and show affection.
We must do what we do to
feel alive with excitement while doing our work, feel alive with joy when we accomplish, live in that moment fully and then detach and move on to something different and new- for a rolling stone gathers no moss, and well, we cannot cling to one success forever just like we cannot keep on eating sugar forever!

Taste success, devour it, savour it, then 'gargle' with humbleness and gratitude, cleaning your mind, heart and soul and keep moving on...
Move on to do more, to new beginnings!

When for no reason

Sometimes for no obvious   
Or explicable reason,
You may just feel
Your heart is heavier,
Your mood is low,
Your reflexes are slow.

Usually around this time,
Same day, same time,
In the past,
You have faced,
A devastating setback.

The heart has not forgotten,
The mind has not overcome,
But you have moved on.

At such moments,
It helps to do Pranayam.
Meditate.
Be gentle with yourself.
Do some new artwork.
Read a new poem.
Smell the flowers.
Direct your attention
To chanting or prayers
And observe meditation.

Reward yourself
With care and compassion.
Instead of avoiding
The feeling, be with it.
Accept it.
Improve on self-preservation
And self-care.

This too shall pass.
Hope you have a good life ahead.
Nature helps healing, so does Silence
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A beginner’s mind

All fresh, all new and filled with anticipationπŸ’—
I wish you, 
An idea new.

I wish you,
A beginner's mind,
No past to rewind.

May your heart,
Hold anticipation,
And affirmation.

May your eyes,
Find more possibilities,
Than see otherwise.

Go ahead this week,
Hopeful, not meek,
Follow your dream
Doubt-free,
Go, seek!

I wish you smile,
As you walk,
Mile after mile,
With a spring,
In your feet.

May soft petals be underneath your feet now and always.

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The Art of Leaving

The Art of Leaving all that which is detrimental to our physical, mental, emotional health is a PERSONAL CHOICE.
Leave it.

Detox.

The computer screen,

The ice cream,

The fried chips routine.

Leave it.

Detox.

The virtual game.

The fast food Ramen.

Leave it.

Detox.

Life is not indoors

On a screen-an idiot box.

Choose un-virtual

Real activities, detox!

Choose

The Art of Leaving

To begin

The Art of Living.
Choose outdoors!
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Now on…

Live and let live.

A prayer poem for all

May all safely return home.

Today and every day,

Day after day,

May hope and light,

In your heart thrive,

May your smile revive.

Thankful that all

Home may safely

Finally arrive.


Blessed with health,

May you return

In your full form soon,

Your second life,

Your new boon.


So forge ahead,

All days,

Each hour,

Truly matter,

This disaster,

You did survive.

Today,

Every moment,

May you feel immense,

Calm and peace,

All worries release.


Today and every day,

Day after day,

May you heal,

And all fear,

With faith deal.

Now on,

Let the past

Be a bygone,

A story to narrate,

With detailed content,

And may you arrive

With gratitude

To its happy end,

Of how being blessed,

With a second life,

And affirm,

How Prayers

Worked for you,

To full extent.

Today and every day,

Day after day,

Live long,

Live strong,

May to you,

Peace and health

Lifelong belong.
Prayers for safe and secure life
for one and all
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Please bring

In a few hours, as you come…
Please bring along 
A new song,
Also, let love
To us belong.

Please bring with you
A good news few,
Our smiles,chuckles,
Our laughter too.

Please hold together
Health and hope,
And the more
Peace you ensure,
The more we'll cure .

Please shower us
With some sunshine,
In all that we pursue,
Make our timing divine.

Please February,
As you arrive,
To you, I remind,
Please be considerate,
Be loving and kind.


In this month, may cosmic time be right for you!

A thorn…

Thorns can’t be wished away.
If a thorn pricked,
Hurt and bled you terribly,
Would you intentionally
Put yourself through
That prick again?

Then why let a memory
Of a day bygone
A survived, bad,
Injurious experience,
Revisit, re-prick,
Rehurt you repeatedly?

Let go the past,
Protect your heart,
From hurting.

Heal yourself:
Replace the thorn,
By revisiting
Re-touching the petals
Of only the best
Bygone moments.

Let go gloom,
May your heart bloom.

CHOOSE TO BLOSSOM AND BLOOM TODAY⚘

Thorns do not stop us from reaching out to touch the buds and the blossoms. Live life to the fullest!

Let’s remember

Let's remember
Its not 'my' success
Or 'your' success.
It is 'our' success.

Let's remember
Its not 'my' failure
Or 'your' failure.
It is 'our' failure.

We are each contributing to ALL Humanity
And therefore, UBUNTU the African proverbial concept of Life and community is the best way forward- I am, because you are.
At our individual level, we can choose to pledge to ourselves to change and transform. We can guard the petty thoughts of a poor mind and move to a rich,open mind. A mind that's all-encompassing, ever-expanding. We must choose to drive our future based on a world view that holds a united and universal way of thinking, believing and supporting everyone. We can choose to make it a point to help whoever crosses our path in every way we can.

Hold onto goodness and positivity.

Find joy today

Joy is in fleeting moments
Connect with Nature,
Find joy
In clouds taking
On shapes,moving, changing.

Find dance
In leaves and flowers swaying.

Find tunes and songs,
In birds chirping
And streams gurgling
And the breeze whooshing.

Find joy.
Sigh out worry,
Breathe in joy.

Have a day filled
With joyful moments.
Whatever bothers you, just let it go…As Maya Angelou says,’Joy is a freedom. It helps a person to find his/her own liberation.

A quiet day

Life is simple
Wish you a quiet day,
May you have the leisure
And the sheer pleasure
To watch how the petals
In the breeze sway.

Wish you a creative day,
And a quiet moment
To think out of the box,
Beyond the usual,
And the ordinary way.

Wish you a smooth day,
Effortless, un-tiring,
Peaceful and easy,
In each and every way.

Wish you a quiet, creative,smooth and peaceful day.



Life is smooth!

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!

This dawn…

Today:
May the ill heal,
May their pain lessen,
May they strength regain,
May they positive remain.

May the tired feel fresh,
May the sad find a smile,
May the angry be mellow,
May the day go well,
For each friend,
And every fellow.

May the pink & yellow
Of Loving kindness
Gently in each heart
Grow and overflow.
Support those around you…with a smile!

Enter November!

Are you shawl-ready?
The month eleventh,
Cool in the desert,
Cold elsewhere,
Freezing minus ten,
Speeding to year-end.

Glance back perhaps
The time did lapse,
Memories we made,
Some of laughters
Some of regrets.

We lost some,
We found some,
People gone,
People come.

Thanksgiving month,
Gratitude to hold,
Tomorrows to behold,
With fervour,
Enter November,
Let's thank all those,
We forgot to remember.

Gratitude is the best attitude

Brought nothing, lost nothing

Born empty handed,

Leave empty-handed.

Live with love and light.
When here we landed,
Weren't you and me,
Both born empty-handed?

Then let's live life,
Without hate and strife,
Unassuming and light,
Choosing love:
Not might over right,
Decide none to exploit.

Lets feel from
The depths of our heart,
And reach great heights
Through our open,
Un-burdened, mind,
Always to ourself remind:
To keep our thoughts,
Words and deeds aligned.

In your presence,
In your vibes,
Let each creature,
Great and small,
Of all colours,
Of features all,
Feel you are harmless,
Listen to your heart's
Compassionate call.
Make compassion your passion.

Step by step

Choose to lose negativity

Step by step,
Improve your thoughts,
If you find your mind,
Spiralling into 'rewind'.

Past is not to live in,
But to revisit,
The best memories,
Hidden within.

If a memory bad or sad
Or a fear or a tear
Visit and upset
Sigh and be clear
You won't be their host,
Don't into them be lost.

Physically move
You must remove
That brain chemical
You alone can
Get back your groove.





Decide!

Dualities of Life

In trying times, try trying harder.You can do it.
When you are in a somber mood, meditate on these words. Just sit thinking of the unexpected in life that throws us out of gear. In your thoughts,  reflect on how often we are imbalanced in our understanding of  the dualities of life. We seem to only want the good, the happy, the wellness/the healthy, the easy/ the comfortable, the best. Naturally. We must. That is absolutely normal and a must.
But when the co-existing dualities occur- the bad, the sad, the illnesses,the difficult times, the challenges, the disturbing scenarios, the unexpected: are you somewhat upset or totally upset? Are you unwilling to accept or just unprepared? Do you wish the bad times just go away?
But the dualities are there-they are just there.NO ESCAPE. The other side of the coin is just THERE.
Finding your equanimity and balance helps, and accepting what you cannot change and changing what you can, is within your means as you are bestowed with the powers language and discretion: our two empowering tools as humans.
So, go with the flow. Be patient in hard times, and use your good times to become better, with constant self-improvisation.

You can choose. You can do it.
Self improvise!

By Amita Sanghavi

A daily celebration of the Divine in you

Share and Care
The best way 
To observe
The divine
Is to be kind
In thought,
Word and deed.
The best way to pray
Is to share and care
For all fellow beings
And living beings
Who cross our path
Or happen
To be around us.

Share and care!
Pay kind attention to those around you. Each one has a story.

Good Morning

Choose and align your thoughts.
The day has dawned


Once more reflect
On your intent,
If you want to feel
Light and content.

Match intent
With values high,
Align them with words
And realise them
In efforts and deeds.

Once more reflect
On your intent,
If you want to feel
Light and content.

Once more feel
The quality
Of the words
On your tongue.
Taste their truth,
Savour their flavour.
Some don't need
To be voiced
Right away;
Some never at all-
Use discretion for all.

Let negative thoughts
Perch and fly away
Like the birds,
Don't nestle them
Or turn them to words.

Listen to a prayer,
Keep your mind clear
Focused and well- lit,
With hope and effort.

Make the day brighter,
The mind to the Self
Cannot be an enemy
Rather make it
Freer, friendlier,
Focused, calm, brighter,
Like the sky in summer.

Good Morning, good day!

Disentangle

From little to more,
We are entangled
In daily life
Our mind and heart
Tired and mangled.

Take a deep breath,
Now with force exhale,
And let it all go,
Repeat again and again,
Till you know
The heaviness is gone,
You don't feel
Overwhelmed and low.

To yourself
Just remind,
To:
Disentangle,
Distance,
Detach.
You can't always
Yourself grind,
Free yourself
From burdens,
From 'Musts'
And 'Shoulds'
Do not your mind,
So strictly bind.

Life takes care
Of itself,
There are times
To put in every effort,
To be in the front,
And at times,
It's your moment,
To let go,
With grace bow,
To hold back,
Withdraw and rest,
And pray for the best.
This too shall pass

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

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.

Being just me

I choose, I decide
No I didn't prioritize 
Folding clothes
Cooking
House keeping.

I wrote verses.
My apologies
For fresh fruit,
Salad meals
And just washed
Unfolded, unironed
Clothes.

I deliberated
Over lyrics,
Rhythm, rhymes
And word tricks.

To sweetly suggest
Being a woman
I can multi-task
Comes with a risk:

I need my rest,
My 'me-time',
To hum my rhyme.

What I can,
What I will,
What I won't
I decide,
You don't.
Me-time is MINE

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

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.

Post pandemic do’s and don’ts

We shall overcome
Do not ask folks
How they are,
They may not
Want to recall
Many a scar.

Say,

'Good to see you',
I'm here to help you.

Do not presume
All's well,
Maybe they chose
On issues
Not to dwell.

Say,

'Whatever it is,
May you heal,
It will take time,
Want some ice water
With a squash of lime?

Do not share
How awesome
Your staycation was,
Some have had to bear
Irreparable loss.

Say,

'Hey, want some coffee,
Let's bond over
Some cookies and tea'.

Do not expect
A 100 percent
Of pre pandemic 'Normal'
To return will take,
An effort decent.

Say,

'You'll get there,
For you, we truly care.

Do not assume
Its easy for all,
To switch gears
And let go fears,
Some maybe
Unwilling to return.

Say,

'We hold your hand
At every twist
And at every turn,
First of all,
Your well-being
Is our concern'.


Do not presume,
All will be OK
With everyone,
So many are taking
Each day as it'll come.

Do not presume
Everything is alright,
Some are trying
To find
Their lost light.

Say,

'You'll overcome,
Here, have some
Chocolate yum.


Don't mind
If someone won't smile
They'll take a while.

Say,

'Hope it will
Get better soon,
May your day be
A perfect boon'.



Anticipation

Problems are wrapped solutions. Unwrap and solve!
Step out 

With a feeling

Of anticipation.

Do resolve

To learn from

Both experiences,

Bitter and sweet,

The life lesson:

Duality is the norm,

And co-existence is

To go with the flow,

Or choose to decide

Your own journey,

And harder your boat

You must row.

Continually emerge

Stronger and evolve.

Embrace a pinch

Of true dynamism

Remember wrapped inside

the nagging problem,

Hides the solution.
You are stronger than you believe!

GUESS, GUESS, GUESS!

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.
πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„)

Happy 2nd September morning!

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'.

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.






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.

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 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?

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 15Γ—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’

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.

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!

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