Happy Children’s day India!

A poem for kids:

'My Train Journey'
'My Train Journey'
My train journey
Was just lovely,
I met kids
Who were funny,
We laughed a lot
At each station
Hot snacks we bought.

Chhuk chhuk
Chhuk chhuk
Chug chug
Chug chug
Went the train,
The rhythm felt
Like a refrain.

I know not when
A thug came
A thief he was,
Who stole a pack
Of my croissant plain;
I thought to complain,
But my train started
So it would go in vain.


Chhuk chhuk,
Chhuk chhuk,
Chug chug,
Chug chug,
Went the train,
The rhythm felt
Like a refrain.

I watched peacocks
I think I saw a fox,
I now closely guarded
My chocolate box.

And all the while
As the train sped
Mile after mile,
Thinking of Granny
My face had a smile.


Chhuk chhuk
Chhuk chhuk
Chug chug
Chug chug
Went the train,
The rhythm felt
Like a refrain.

I slept off then,
And didn't know when
My station came!
As I heard the name
Mumbai CST announced,
I rushed at the door,
And almost fell
On the station floor!

Thank God on board
I was travelling light,
Quickly Grand Pa held me,
And hugged me tight.
Chhuk chhuk chhuk chhuk,
chug chug chug chug

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.

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

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!

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.

GUESS, GUESS, GUESS!

Watch ”INDIA REBORN IN MY SOUL'” on YouTube

Jai Hind

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

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’

It’s here! Get yours too.

Mangoes more mangoes!🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭🥭

Mango moments, 
Those delicious
Inhalations deep,
Of aromas sweet
And the mouthfuls
Of mangoes
Haaphus, Totapuri,
Langda, Badaami,
Kesari, Paayri....
The colour
The texture
The taste
The luxury
Of more, even more
Mango delicacies,
How lip-smacking is aamras
Pooris hot dipped in...
Home grown Rajapuri,
Homemade garam puri,
Home concocted Pannah,
Home made chhoondaa...
Home made aambe wadi,
Home made mango barfi.
Milkshakes and ice cream,
Dip in a dozen mango pickles,
Savour on my tongue,
Mango-sour tickles
Finger-lick fajeto
The ultimate mango kadhi,
and bowls of brinjal
dressed in mango curry,
Hot mango-orange, chilli-red and sizzling!
Me, the mango maniac,
Me, the mango devotee.

Me, A Tree

https://culturalreverence.wordpress.com/2021/06/19/me-a-tree-a-poem-by-amita-sanghavi/