Sunday 27 November 2016

In Search Of Solitude



with bells ringing rhymes
I meditate deep in peace
while monks chant prayers
snow - clad mountains melt with ease
search begins for tranquil self


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Friday 28 October 2016

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Saturday 15 October 2016

Autumn, Where They Flow



From Green to Orange
Red you change
Is that Autumn
Or Nature's feign
A tint of Yellow
Breeze so mellow
Where they flow
With familiar glow
Like a painting
On a canvas
You the beauty
That's so scarce


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Thursday 15 September 2016

Call Of The Mountains

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Running  to the mountains
I glare at waving peaks
Sailing on misty clouds
Solitude that I seek
Fog plays mischief
In the winking light of sun
Embracing those glorious heights
I dare to play fear none

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Monday 12 September 2016

Tuesday 30 August 2016

Thy Photograph Tells A Tale

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Lost

Inbetween the pages
A photograph swayed
Shedding colourful memories
Where love once bloomed
Under the mango trees

Home

Far away in distant land
Photograph in a wallet
Sumptuous bits of homely food
He sought for his childhood

Separation

Under the pillow covers
Lay a photograph
Soaked in tears
There stood his husband
Smiling with pride
Somewhere at the borders


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Saturday 20 August 2016

A Haunting



an eerie air
stuffed the room
a spooky corner
by the broom

he saw a shadow
behind the curtain
whose bloodshot eyes
tore his vein

as he stood
around the furnace
to calm his senses 
sooth his nerves

the fire ablaze
with a grotesque face
calling his name
a dark voice came

"Welcome my friend
To the house of Living Dead"
and thud he fell
with a broken head


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Monday 15 August 2016

Friday 12 August 2016

A Fanciful Whim

It rained that day
On a haven's bay
A soothsayer with cards
Waited on a barren yard

Those questions on his mind
With greed was he blind
He met the sorcerer's eyes
Like fire striking ice

"Oh you boy
What do you wish?
The cards on a deck
Are awaiting your pick

"But wisely choose your pick
And do not frown
As your fortune lay strewn
By the candle wick"

"'Riches' all I want
Of world and wide
As happiness to me
Is what diamonds provide"

"So be it"
said the tarot wizard
"It will rain gold
Instead of hail and cold"

With excitement he cried
Hopped and danced around
Alas what he found
His hopes down profound

Sad it was a dream
A fanciful whim
He rubs his eyes
None hears his utter cries



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Thursday 7 July 2016

Thursday 30 June 2016

Music By The Shore

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she played her guitar
wind sang a melodious note
waves danced by the shore


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Thursday 16 June 2016

Muse Of Moon

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In his silver attire
He beckoned his lover
Disguised in charm
Wrapped her in arm

With his gracious glaze
He followed her creek to creek
Indeed his favourite game
Was playing hide and seek

And just as her muse
Met his enchanting eyes
He hid behind the clouds
Not once but twice


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Sunday 5 June 2016

Story Of A Rose

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O  rose, what's your story
Thousands of verses written
in your glory
some loved and shared
some kissed and cared
and some kept secretly
in broken cupboard

some torn and burnt
In rage of hatred
and there are some
In sagas of fame
found in notebook of love game

O rose what's your story
In crimson hues of treasury
Your beauty is praised 
by young and aged
You are the beauty of a poet
An adorable piece of sonnet
In the nectar of your flare
A dream lovers share


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Tuesday 31 May 2016

Flowers Of Time



do not doubt it,
the bay has its spring too, 
the flowers of the tide 
(~ Basho)

which bloom in salty winds
carried secretly by time
(~ Anusha)


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Monday 30 May 2016

Wild Ents

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Rumbling winter storm – 
Ents are dancing with their wives – 
ancient limbs entwined
(~ Paloma)

I join in their wild dance
around the embers warm
(~ Anusha)


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Sunday 29 May 2016

Drenched



drenched in rain
we kissed each other
abating the pain
that did not matter

locked in arms
the shower-cloud smiled
we make rainbows
that stretch across miles



PS: This is my first poem written in collaboration with my husband :-)


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Dew On Petal

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a new year begins
with the blooming
of a single frosty rose
(~Mizuhara Shuoshi)

dew on petal calls me
to an enchanting land
(~Anusha)


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Friday 27 May 2016

Paper Boat

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such a still water
even the dragonfly
splash it with the tail
(~Tan Taigi)

sailing my paper boat
I dream of a distant voyage
(~ Anusha)


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Wednesday 25 May 2016

Holy Dance

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the shrine
in the sacred grove: 
a cool wind blows 
(Chora)

the leaves dance
to holy chant
(Anusha)


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Tuesday 24 May 2016

Story Untold

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ancient walls
covered in parables 
speak to those who see 
(Janice Adcock)

rich tribal past
looming in dark
(Anusha Das)


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Monday 16 May 2016

There Lies A Beauty

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Do take a look
In a child's drawing book
Where beauty lies in art
Of innocence loaded cart
Do look above
Where dims a chandelier
Though not very familiar
Beauty mingles in warm glow
Dancing slow and mellow
Do look underneath
That soft velvet
Which kisses your feet
Beauty is in blooming greens
Of ferns and flowers
And holy riverine between
Beauty needs no definition
Its presence is in every creation
It needs a heart wise
Not just a pair of eyes


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Friday 13 May 2016

To My Core The Petrichor

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The earth kissed the soil
Stretched its arms
To embrace the moist
Soothing my core
Oh the aroma of petrichor

And lo drenched in the
Vapours of fortitude
I roll and fall
On heavenly drops of solitude

Oh the aroma of petrichor
Sways me to a distant shore
Soaking in its fragrance
The wild bloom and glance
So happily I wish
The scent to last more


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Tuesday 10 May 2016

Cloud Burst



the thunder the grumble
my heart does rumble
with pain and pleasure
all that I treasure
emotions corked up for long
tears stored forlong
sudden struck a lightning
insides blare out
I pour and pour
memories sweet and sour
and as the cloud burst
rain kissed the earth
revealed and healed
soul that was sealed
now open and ajar
peace not so far


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Sunday 1 May 2016

Cuckoo On A Mango Tree

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I wandered lonely as a cloud
On the way I found a cuckoo bird ...

A cuckoo on a mango tree
Sings out loud with a soul free
Her melody reminds of a distant land
Mystic tales of a golden sand
Those afternoon naps
On my granny's lap
She makes me nostalgic
Weaving her magic
Cascading shades of greeny ponds
Gleaming meadows of which I am fond
Honey-dipped voice of a chirpy bird
Sways me away with rhythm unheard
A cuckoo bird with a gaity glee
Calls me aloud from a distant tree


** Inspired from William Wordsworth's 'Daffodil'.


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Tuesday 19 April 2016

Taste Of Sunshine


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Have you tasted
A drop of sunshine
In a glass of wine
Oh what does it taste like?
Like wild sea of poppies
Gulped down with an ease
Or does it taste like twinkling star
Sweetness of tempestuous affair
Sure its taste be like evening lust
Craving from dawn to dusk
Or does it tastes like paradise
Sizzling cold of melting ice
Guess it tastes like
Dozen hearts illuminated
Quenching the thirsts
Of passions satiated
Let's taste a drop of sunshine
In my glass of wine
And dine to start an evening fine


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Sunday 27 March 2016

Music To My Senses



(Love)
You can feel it
In lullabies of a mother
Holding a fairy child
Or in call of a jungle wild
Where blows the wind mild

(Pain)
You can smell it
In pitter patter of rain
Sobbing of a wrenching pain
Sits a lady in distant train
Whose stories I do refrain

(Enigma)
You can touch it
In dewy grass of morning
The mist so enchanting
Even the rustle of leaves
Swaying in mysterious breeze

(Worship)
You can see it
In dance of a maiden
Tuning to a Sufi hymn
Immersed in beauty of God
Whispering tales untold

(Solitude)
You can hear it
In beats of a living heart
And echoes from a mountain top
In waves that hit the shore
Breaking into whisk galore



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Friday 11 March 2016

Love In Laundry



“Rekha, bring a cup of tea for me. I am back from office.” Yes this is the scenario in many households during the evening. We mostly all have witnessed such a situation from our childhood. Cooking, washing and cleaning are mostly considered to be a woman’s job. Sadly, this is regarded to be perfectly normal in our society. These jobs have become a tradition in our culture carried from generation to generation.

Our children have seen their mothers cooking and washing clothes. As a result they grow up as individuals who expect their wives to cook and clean for them. From the very beginning when a baby is born, we categorise them as ‘Blue for boy’ and ‘Pink for girl’. But we cannot completely agree with the notion that cooking and laundry is only a mothers job .Today, the top ranked chefs in the world are males and there is not a single field where women have not shown their expertise; be it being a successful pilot like Sarla Thakral (India’s first woman pilot) or being recognized as India’s first female stand up comedian, Bharti Singh, they have proven their worth in a male dominated society.

Since our childhood we have seen detergent advertisements featuring women. However, the good news is that there are many families who #ShareTheLoad. For example, in my home, my Dad prefers to wash his own clothes. Our India is changing and most of the couples are working, so it is high time now that when both the partners go out for work they should even do the household chores together. Performing tasks and assisting each other also enhance love and affection between the partners. In our busy schedule we often complain that we do not get much time to spend with our mates and loved ones, so it would be a great idea if husbands, brothers and fathers extend their helping hand to their female family members in laundry.

Why not find LOVE in LAUNDRY, or in more Indianized terms – ‘Pyaar ke do pal?’ We have to teach our kids from the very early age that laundry is not a women’s job. Kids imbibe things faster. What they see they learn. Let us all make it a point to share the burden of “she” gender especially in front of our kids so that our generation changes for good, and change will surely come, gradually. When our kids will see their Dad helping their mother, they will change their thinking pattern and likewise our generation will change.

Thanks to Ariel for showcasing an innovative advertisement and bringing forth a new aspect of laundry.



I am joining the Ariel #ShareTheLoad campaign at BlogAdda and blogging about the prejudice related to household chores being passed on to the next generation.
 
 

Monday 7 March 2016

With Love, My Sister



“Having  a sister is like having a best friend you can’t get rid of. You know whatever you do, they will still be there” – Amy Li

You never realise the value of someone until and unless you are apart from that person and this also holds true in my situation. I have never been separated from my family. In my life of twenty six years I didn’t come across a situation in which I had to stay alone. My schooling, college and then my job all happened in my home town. Though this sounds strange it is true in my case. But then as people say “Ek din har ladki ko ghar chor kar jana parta hai,” so the day came when I had to finally bid goodbye to my family and shifted to Gurgaon with my husband.

And then it all started those precious memories with its beautiful stories. I miss my sister the most, with whom I grew up and shared the bits and pieces of my everyday life. Sisterhood means having a friend who will be there for life.  Growing up with a sister is the best part of my life. Going to school together, mimicking our teachers, studying,  having our dinner,  watching  TV and those innumerable things of daily life which I  never thought to be so meaningful  have suddenly become a cherished memory of a lifetime. I can never forget those evening walks on our terrace, strolling together, gossiping and giggling.

I remember sitting on the sofa and enjoying hot cup of chai and snacks. Taking selfies and pleading her to take my pictures in a better way and from different angles pissed her sometimes. But when I take a look at those pictures in my cell phone, I feel elated and think these simple things of everyday life add fun and little tadka to our memories. Shopping together and eating out on weekends were so much fun. She is always there to decide if I should buy a particular dress. Whether it’s painting our toe nails, and deciding which shade to apply or just lying down on lazy summer afternoons, she is my perfect companion and partner in crime. I miss my sister when I lookout for dresses or footwear because she is my stylist .She is someone on whom I can lean on for my fashion tips. From teenage crushes to awkward secrets we shared almost everything.

There are hundreds of incidents
And awesome memories
Those brightened days
And sunset glories
Growing up with you
Is like a joyful ride
I miss you sis
Standing by my side


Thanks to HDFC life for helping me revisit the sweet memories with my sister: https://memories.hdfclife.com/message/p6z-MWeyIkoIT6huMCkKUw==


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