Sister, live long!

Happy 50th Birthday and Many Many Happy Returns of the Day!
Dearest precious Sister,
On your birthday 50th,
May joys multiply,
May health restore.

May you live long,
Fitness to you belong,
For decades to come,
Remain cheerful and well,
By the Almighty, blessed.

May you laugh more,
Be loved our beloved,
Enjoy delights galore.

A shower of blessings,
Wishing you happiness,
Health and wealth,
With lots of good luck!

May you always be met
With right individuals,
At the right moment,
For the right purpose,
On this day and always!

HAPPY 50th BIRTHDAY TO YOU
So proud of you!

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

Re-try, re-fly

Build Resilience: Re-prepare, Re-attempt.
In this steep flight, 
You tried, you fell.
At you, the world
Will love to yell
'Fail fail fail'.

To your Self
You will tell:

I will perch a while,
Then re-fly,
And aspire
A higher sky.

Life is a vast ocean,
I remain resolute
I am far above
All this negativity
And fearful commotion.

I have succeeded
In a million things,
Done everytime better
In the first, second
Or next attempt.

I disallow
A single instance
To belittle
My esteem,
Or break
My confidence.

I will always
Choose wise,
To reach high,
Re try and re fly
To a new sky.

Never ever give up!

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!

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

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 15×17" 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’

From Mom to her Teenagers

Twinkling Teens
Its not just about 
How long you are
Glued onto the screen
That I shout,
But more about
What valuable work
you actually did,
Was it important indeed?

And more about
How you forgot
To take healthy breaks
And remind you
Actions back a dream,
I am most concerned,
Can't you listen
My silent plea
Need I scream?

Its not just about
What rule to abide
You simply refuse,
But that you confuse
The difference between
Yelling and telling,
And how to say nay.

Its not just about
Clock hours you miss
But more about keeping promises
And convey in actions
All your heartfelt apologies.

Its not just about
Questioning your choices
But more about
Keeping low prices
And lower voices.

Its not about
Criticising you
But more about
Perfectly preparing you
In order to realise
Your full potential
To ensure you make
Decisions wise,
And higher and higher
You always rise.
Its tough love I know
As a mom I too grow,
My duties' call
I hope you realise,
You are my beloved
My joy in your
Empowerment lies,
How do I pat my back otherwise?
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤


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!