Of paper boats and childhood

My daughterI watch quietly,As she neatlyFolds the crispLittle square pink paperWith her chubby fingers,Totally quiet andAbsorbed in origami,I observe how With her folds,Art unfolds.A lovely, lightpaperboat I behold-And memories unfold:Chilli-hot, fire-hot fritters,Monsoon music,Brolly-less, romping carefree,And my days of dancing in rain-Jolly though dripping wet,In the light and heavyHeavy and light drizzleMy smile mingles with hers,Our

July

The rain clouds,Bring relief,To the lands,Thirsty and dry;It’s July.Nature seems to ask notWhen, 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.

Now on…

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 allHome 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

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 treatThe one you claim to loveIn thought, word & deed.

Safed Jambu tree

You stood belowReady to catchThe jambus I would throw.I climbed up Branch to branch,Tried to pluck the jambusYou spotted and told meTo reach out With the sticksWe tried to tieTogether by and by.Those hidden in between The lush green leaves,The jumbo white jambus Were our absolute treat!A fresh fruit so simpleBrought a dimple,With your pretty

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

Happy Children’s day India!

A poem for kids: ‘My Train Journey’ ‘My Train Journey’ My train journeyWas just lovely,I met kidsWho were funny,We laughed a lot At each station Hot snacks we bought.Chhuk chhukChhuk chhukChug chugChug chugWent the train,The rhythm feltLike a refrain.I know not whenA thug cameA thief he was,Who stole a packOf my croissant plain;I thought to

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 monsoons