You can hide, but can’t escape You can delay, but have to confront Anxiously or calmly Willingly or grudgingly You have to bear the brunt The thoughts keep coming back As the day draws closer How I wish I could fast forward to future When this painful phase is just over The left and right… Continue reading The pinch
An intense discussion with a friend, Frozen by Madonna in the backdrop, and the result is this – Mirror reflects what it sees What you see, may not always please It’s ain’t about how you look For behind the innocent face There could be a hidden crook But, Can you hide from yourself Or your… Continue reading If I can, I really can
After reading The Giver Quartet by Lois Lowry and Three Thousand Stitches by Sudha Murthy, I have been wondering what is it that I want to give, or rather what it is that I can give. Oct 2-8 is celebrated as Joy of Giving week and I do participate by way of giving “material” things.… Continue reading If I were to give
My little one, a kindergarten student, has a lot of time at her disposal (IMO). And sometimes there is a conflict between ‘productively’ spending time and just ‘passing’ the time Needless to state these are my views about the ‘to-be’ state vs. ‘as-is’ state. (The invisible consultant hat !!) Now one of our (okay mine)… Continue reading Identity crisis, ahem, once again
Sometimes you know the goal But the path ain’t clear Sometimes the path is known Destination seems near Still you feel lost You look out for a purpose You seek for direction Feeling lost, Feeling confused You think “Ab main kya karu?” That’s when Your plight is noticed, Your case is forwarded To the blessing,… Continue reading I humbly bow in reverence
With a heavy heart And a reluctant mind You took up a task With the inner self itself it’s not aligned You are in a fix And things start to mix Is it the bond that you wanna cherish Or take it for granted And prevent something from being perish The emotional you, the vulnerable… Continue reading What the situation demands
Despite the heat, Despite the sweat, Its for Summers, I eagerly wait For that’s when my favourite fruit Marks its onset Treat not only to the tongue But to the eyes, to the nose And to the memories the heart has clung The bright and fresh yellow The sweet and sour taste Feeling the warmth… Continue reading How can one not like mangoes!?