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July

July
The rain clouds,
Bring relief,
To the lands,
Thirsty and dry;
It's July.

Nature seems to ask not
When, what, who, where,
And why:
Some places flood,
In July,
Some are too parched,
Still very dry.

Clouds and life,
Both are so random,
Dear July,
Please put everything,
Back in tandem.


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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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I’m not sure

😇
I'm not sure 
What love is,
But I know
Kindness is pure.
In the end,
What changes the story,
What matters totally,
Is how well you treat
The one you claim to love
In thought, word & deed.
Love without integrity is no love

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 fulfilled💚.

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

Re-think and relax about health

Walk down any hospital ward.
You will find patients of all shapes, sizes, ages with different maladies. A sportsperson has a spine surgery, so does an accident victim and so does a housewife bending to pick up toys - spine surgery when she has had a slip disc. A person who religiously did Yoga, went to the Gym, also ends up with cancer like an obese person who suffered genetic obesity or hormone imbalance. None of us can escape pain.

So, in the end, do reflect and rethink how far one ought to be obsessed with one's shape, size, diet and lifestyle?

Reflect on health in being accepting and content as well as realistic. Live life's each moment fully in how you enjoy little things, have fun, do some mischief, sing a song along, walk on the beach,and enjoy your midnight snack with a grin that is a mile long.

That is NOT to say do not care or be mindful of your diet and exercise.Please DO CARE.


This is to say, do NOT be obsessed and fret about it.
Have your Que sera sera moments and follow your heart.

At times, its ok to leave alone some issues for time to mend, its ok to accept life with all its discomforts- physical, mental and emotional.You have to choose your battles.You need to tred light on your own heart.

Sit with your heartache.
Sit with your sadness. Feel your feelings.
Grow closer to yourSELF.

Breathe.

And then, hum-que sera sera, whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see.
Breathe. Just be.

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

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!