COME, SEPTEMBER!

COME, SEPTEMBER
Bring some melody
Lessen the cacophony
Come,September,
Heal the ailing
Brighten the paling.

String hearts together,
Make tempers milder,
Come,September,
Let's hear melodies,
Begin soothing
Heavy, hurtful memories.

Come, September,
Remind us our cheer
And patience
And put our lives
Back in forward gear.

Forward is the way

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.






Draw the line.

Life is not about just having. Life is more about living. Life is more about experiencing rather than accumulating. Money is no doubt very essential for enabling empowerment. There are no two things about it. But to live less in order to earn more and just have more at the cost of too much stress and no fun is where we need to truly reflect and slow down on the chase, if we have inadvertently fallen into it in the first place. Life is more when you follow your heart with your mind open and in control. Decide where to draw the line. Its your life and your time on the planet is your greatest gift to live it fully and fulfillingly. Balance is the key. But do not wait too long to do what you really feel like. Do not keep pushing away your heart’s desires too far, too long. Go live well and live more💝.

One day at a time

When in life,
There's no rhythm
There's no rhyme
No laughters chime,
A tear glistens
You can't even sigh,
Your breath feels muffled
Each time you inhaled
It felt like an effort
And you struggled,
At that juncture,
When every nerve
You feel will rupture,
Just be in silent plea
Really pray to the Divine
and sense the silence
And hear the quiet,
Say to self,
One day, at a time.






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

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?

Not so instant!

This O levels exam 
Isn't as instant
As a soup sachet
Of Maggi we heat
& blend,
Not as instant,
As we click an icon
In a mili-second
On WhatsApp to 'send'.

Yes,study long hours
For coming weeks,
Read and revise,
recall and repeat,
And I am impressed
As you prepare daily,
With focus indeed.

Do practice and write,
Sometimes use a mind-map,
Other times,
You may memorise
These last few weeks,
I am relieved to see
The essence of effort
You do realise!

Then follows a break,
And results we get
Hopefully its mostly Grades 'B' or 'A'
And we celebrate.

Education is
Life-long learning,
You know, right?
Not as easy
or as instant
as an FB 'like'.

But dedicated work
With a good grade
You'll carry
With such pride,
All your life,
All your life!

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!

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.