Good Morning

As you go About your chore,And still have To finish many more,Hold thankfulness,Remember many yearnFor this normal-ness.May peace and calm pour,In your heart-core.May good luck knockAt your life’s door.Have a blissful morning,And a very lucky day.

Find joy today

Connect with Nature,Find joy In clouds taking On shapes,moving, changing.Find danceIn leaves and flowers swaying.Find tunes and songs,In birds chirping And streams gurgling And the breeze whooshing.Find joy.Sigh out worry,Breathe in joy.Have a day filled With joyful moments.

This dawn…

Today:May the ill heal,May their pain lessen,May they strength regain,May they positive remain.May the tired feel fresh,May the sad find a smile,May the angry be mellow,May the day go well,For each friend, And every fellow.May the pink & yellowOf Loving kindness Gently in each heart Grow and overflow.

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.

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’tContinue reading “Pause. Ponder. Lift yourself higher.”

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”