Small Steps

Yesterday I did the prep,
Today I took a few step(s).
Tomorrow I will walk,
Day after I will run and talk.

Growth happens in increments,
Not on commands or sentiments.
We thrive at different place and pace,
Life is no contest or race..

From a seed to sapling to tree,
Germination cannot be rushed,
This is just how it happens to be,
Cannot be pressured, persuaded or pushed.

Everything and everyone has a time to bloom,
There’s no reason for glum and gloom,
Nature dances to its own tune,
Neither late nor soon.

Sad days

Some days are just sad,
Seems nothing can be done or had,
Despite best effort to not feel bad,
Things don’t work in direction of glad.

Are those times just to be endured?
Hoping clouds clear, equanimity restored,
Sadness and sorrow cured,
And normalcy implored.

Sadness imparts vital life lesson,
Like power of slowing down and small action,
Retrospection and self suggestion,
Merits of inner connection.

We learn enhanced appreciation for happy times,
And also to take the sad in the stride,
Strategies to rise above the situational grime,
Dust off and pick up to enjoy the ride.

Sitting with Thoughts

What did you do today?
I sat with my thoughts.
My inquirer asks-“what?”
Then, a sly smile and naught.

Some ask- how can you love to be with yourself?
I wonder-why is it tough to be with oneself?
My thoughts are great company.
Take me on old and new journey.

Is it unusual to enjoy company of self,
Undisturbed like a book on a shelf,
Thoughts can take you on unique trip(s),
To destinations that quickly flip.

What makes us seek continuous new stimulation?
Are new apps, games and devices - a real solution?
Or just a digital addiction-
Taking us away from pure imagination.

When newer stimulations promise pleasure,
Undistracted thinking is a rare treasure,
Reminiscing ideas at leisure,
Is without measure.

Thanksgiving

Thanks for this life,
For all that has been rife,
Thanks for the lessons,
Without them, I would not be this person.

Feeling gratitude is not tough,
Once we look beyond the rough.
Roses too come with thorn,
Challenges in life are to be borne,

Some days will be fast, others-slow,
Some bring contentment, others not so.
Life teaches to take all in stride,
And stand tall in high and low tide.

Life is a miracle,
Cherish it as a spectacle,
Experiences are to savor,
Like foods with different flavor.

Judgements incite unrest,
Abstaining works best,
Live and let live is the way,
Leading to peace, harmony and hay.
 

Walking With Mom

Going for a walk with my mom was not easy,
Frequent stops of hellos would make me dizzy,
I wondered why she would smile at so many,
Time is also a precious penny.

Now I understand why she stopped to greet,
For many, her smile and hello  was their daily treat.
She understood-old age is lonely and hard,
Not many halt to say hello in the yard.

Now, I understand why she was perky and patient,
My perspectives on life were naive and nascent,
Sharing concerns are what make us humane,
Though, chides during youth were in vain.

Now, I understand, life is more than a series of chore(s),
I too, one day, will be old with a reputation to ramble and bore,
Narrate old tales, health troubles, and older lore,
Others too will be interested in other things more.

I too will wish someone would stop and talk,
Smile and greet and ask me about my walk.
I too will wish someone would not be in a hurry,
Stop, smile, small-talk and not want to escape and scurry.

Trapeze Artist

Balance in life is a tease,
Not practiced with ease,
Since we like routines that please,
Over stretching to the point of disease.

Equilibrium is the art of a trapeze artist,
Trying, falling, and retrying the circuit,
One can see- it’s not easy to travel this orbit,
Balancing our heads and hearts is the hardest,

Destination for all is the rope’s end,
Till fate says your time is spend,
And no more remains to lend,
This balance is a dance with myriad twists and bend.

While new experiences enrich,
Slowing and savoring  has its own precious niche.

I cherish my alone time,
And also enjoy company sometime,
Sharing experiences are precious dime,
But being with one’s thoughts is sublime.

Legacy

The bench an a park has a dedication,
Installed in memory of a loved relation.
Honoring departed ones are an age old tradition,
Motivation can vary-a connection, a perpetuation.

Relations do not end with passing of a person,
Sometimes, it can even stir deep latent emotion,
Propelling new work and  action,
To carry on a loved one's legacy- a passion.

Love transcends our time on earth,
Is death just a change of home and hearth?
Anything that gives those living a solace- a berth,
Is worthwhile in its inception without dearth.

This pouring of love can also become a mission.
Death does not have to be a conclusion,
It can be be a succession,
Of deeds, values and learnings in continuation.

Makes me wonder-what do I want my legacy to be?
After its fall, does it matter how tall or short was a tree?
Why should anything matter when one cannot sense or see?
Is a structure, a memorial or a cause, for me?

Not a memorial, but, let love and laughter be my legacy,
After I pass-may you remember me with glee,
Not as a serious and sanguine person,
But someone who's could bring a smile to your face without reason.

Living Twice

What if we get to live twice?
Would it feel like a bonus prize?
Will we live differently with perspective?
Will life be sweeter in retrospective?
Second time, I will play, stray and smile more,
Will not let petty problems disturb my core,
Understand life’s a tapestry of encounters to explore,
Some to cherish and others to endure.
Second chances are given on many day(s),
If not in entirety, then in some small or big way(s),
Key is to quickly understand and play,
Hopefully, the second time we can better sway.
Our children also help us relive our lives,
In their choices, we can vicariously thrive.
Sometimes we wish they would take the ford,
Then we have to remember-its for them to choose their road.
Chances in life are resplendent and rife,
Many say-the biggest lessons come from dear wife,
God willing, one learns and remembers without many strife,
Trick is to grab second chances and not be stuck in life.

Time Machine

Wardrobes don’t just house clothes,
They are a time machine that can bring forth,
Smiles, laughs and emotions in drove,
Some items are a treasure trove,

Recently, while rearranging dresses, tops and shorts,
I  recalled a shopping trip where we bought,
A dress for a prom an year,
And shoes to match the gear.

These reminiscences are not unique in their plot,
Yet, lived differently for each parent and tot.

A red coat that we together got,
Hangs in my closet with the lot,
Celebrated its 10th without a spot,
My teen had said-“this looks hot",

A deluge of memories of worn and wear,
Even amidst some torn and tear,
Makes ordinariness of life- special and dear,
And in hindsight without a peer.

So if you wonder, "does time truly fly?"
Isn’t it a relative phenomenon that goes by,
Open a drawer, a closet or a chest,
A find might open a memory door-the very best.

Letting Go

I remember as a child losing a favorite toy,
Nothing said could bring back the joy.
After tears, tenderness and time, I accepted the loss,
And learnt a vital lesson of acceptance and moving across.

Letting go is a complex art,
Attachments are like sweet and sour tart,
Detachment is not something for which we have a draft,
Yet, life and living demands that we embrace this craft.

Though generations before us have walked this path,
Yet, each individual is on one’s own swath.
Slowly we learn not all lost can be restored,
Sadness and sorrow have also to be endured.

Loosening some chords can cut sharper than a knife,
Yet, holding on is against the natural order of life.
Since losses in life are rampant and rife,
It does not help to put up a strife.

The sojourn of acceptance,
Is not bereft of inner agitation,
Can challenge many a disposition,
But eventually leads to affirmation and personal evolution.