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A few

I wish youPleasant moments More than just a few.I wish youA lovely surprise,So you feel all ‘oooh’!I wish you Awesome memory-making Dashed with laughter too.Go, get your chaiOr go coffee brew,Greet the lovely dayAhead of you, All fresh and new!

Morning!

Usher in a mission, That takes you close, To realise your vision! Usher in a resolution, That guides your move, And your every motion. Usher in a celebration, 2023 is few weeks away, Optimistic, do stay! Make it a magical day, Do your very best, In every possible way, And then let go, rest AcceptContinue reading “Morning!”

What’s better?

What’s better?A smile tugged Deep in your heart,A tickling hopeOr ‘having’ it all?What’s better?An aspiration,A sense of wonderOr feeling empty,Though seemingly possessing stuff, More and more,’having’ it all?From the mindsetThat ‘having’ it allIs happiness,You chase stuff to ‘own’.You never find Your purpose, your call.From the heart-setOf ‘pining’ for moreOr pining for What is not,You setContinue reading “What’s better?”

Colours of Fall

The charisma of coloursThe palette’s overturesLeaf-falling remindersNature’s gesturesAll welcomesEnd in departures.I have breathed Since47 13th Octobers,Who knows,Maybe ordainedA few ‘mores’,To accomplishA few endeavoursAnd completeA lot more chores.Here’s October With 31 days galore, Maple leaf carpetsWelcoming 2021’sLast quarter.

Mother

Happy Birthday MummyOur motherLike youThere’s no other.We love you more Than words can utter.For us You did ensureThe wealth true:ConfidenceIn ourself You grew.We are strongDo no wrongTake on realityFight adversityAs growing upWe saw youA motherLike none otherOur motherLike youThere’s no other.We love you more Than words can utter,We love you moreThan words can utter.

My Hinglish poem: Missing home

Missing the kuhu kuhu melodyOf 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 monsoonsContinue reading “My Hinglish poem: Missing home”