“Family traditions counter alienation and confusion. They help us define who we are; they provide something steady, reliable and safe in a confusing world.”- Susan Lieberman So my six year old was given an assignment A poem about September he had to invent Nothing complicated, but it was great fun To put together rhyming linesContinue reading “A poetic tradition”
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Decluttered happiness
“Three Rules of Work: Out of clutter find simplicity; From discord find harmony; In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.” – Albert Einstein Towards a goal of happiness I tried to evaluate what I did need The answer came to in the form of an epiphany indeed One day as I was trying to go throughContinue reading “Decluttered happiness”
The Motivational Speaker
Growing up in a world competitive Not enough slack she ever did give Herself, because her mantra throughout Was that patting herself on the back she could do without So she achieved new targets, never stopped to rest Reaching for a goal higher instead ** As time went by without realizing she Developed what appearedContinue reading “The Motivational Speaker”
That day, before sunrise
He got out of bed, that day before sunrise Sleep had evaded him, that was not a surprise He felt anxious and excited in equal measure Those very last moments he would always treasure He was leaving home today, his flight was soon due To travel to a foreign land, explore vistas new As theContinue reading “That day, before sunrise”
Our assumptions
“Assumptions are the termites of relationships.”- Henry Winkler You meet each other after a while Greet each other with enthusiastic smiles You exchange usual pleasantries At the same time this opportunity you seize To appraise each other, to estimate What the other person has had on their plate While you were out of touch- moreContinue reading “Our assumptions”
Why verse?
I write in verse, and often question Myself on this literary format selection Why is it that I find myself unwilling To write in prose, why is poetry more thrilling? Maybe the answer to this question is embedded In my Indian heritage- intricate concepts were threaded In short verses (shlokas) in ancient Indian textsContinue reading “Why verse?”
The sedentary dreamer
Nothing in the world arouses the envy Of a competitive soul like me Than seeing people running along the way While I drive to and from work every day I ogle at their calves, beautifully sinewed And the feeling of discontent is renewed Within me- at my apparent inability To run- or exercise, despite lackContinue reading “The sedentary dreamer”
Where do they pray?
They prayed in churches They prayed in mosques They prayed in temples They prayed in synagogues They identified their God They took their pick They carved separate faiths To which they would stick They segregated themselves Condemned those different Had fights in the name of religion That God Himself could not prevent Continue reading “Where do they pray?”
Travel bans
My six year old and I sat one afternoon Reading about deserts and sand dunes My son, a keen learner of geography Expressed interest in traveling with me To some countries where sand dunes could be found To which I replied we could travel all around The world, and go to any country we fancied-Continue reading “Travel bans”
Scars
“Without my wounds, who was I? my scars were my face, my past was my life.” -Janet Fitch They said time heals Gradually you cease to feel Negative emotions with the same intensity The scars fade, your exterior again looks pretty… She latched on to these words when despair Clouded her life- everything seemedContinue reading “Scars”
Song du jour
I have grown up listening to Songs from Bollywood films, perhaps you Are not acquainted with the range of emotions expressed In a smorgasbord of melodies, here I do confess That each time I feel any emotion intense There is a song appropriate for that experience Often as I feel the emotion, I tell youContinue reading “Song du jour”
The ghats of Varanasi
Swathed in deep orange light, just before dawn On the ghats of Varanasi she sat alone Played her sitar in precious solitude While the rest of the world she could still exclude A plaintive melody reflective of her mental state A mournful plea to the injustice of her fate At these hallowed ghats she hadContinue reading “The ghats of Varanasi”
Passion...unbridled 