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.
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.
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.
Do you wonder about the many emotions, That come and go without proportions. Why do these enter as unsolicited suggestion? Sometimes a scourge and other times a lotion. Emotions are our lifelong companion, Both a champion and a potion, Not easy to control or contain, But slowly we learn to rein. Feelings defy definitions, Exist as their own measure and permutations. Some are temporary and transient, While others are incessant and persistent. Is all love fleeting? Like a cursory social greeting. And does this feeling, Exist without a ceiling? Some say love is not meant to be reciprocal, But it’s definitely equivocal. Mutuality in emotions is not a necessity, But with it, feelings bloom with intensity and without scarcity.
Do you like doing a puzzle? An activity of patience and nuzzle. Putting all pieces together is the final prize, The process itself many human qualities aggrandize. Various puzzle pieces appear like life’s varied test, Easy-hard, simple-complex, served at a higher behest, All require different levels of zeal and zest, Slowly one learns where we need to be the best. Side pieces seem straightforward and simple, Giving the puzzle its shape is their main principle, Then, one can move to a more complex section, With practice and perseverance one can make traction. Life too continually throws oddballs our way, Some we dodge and some we play. Difficulties cannot be all kept at bay, But teach us vital life lessons in its sway. Neither puzzle, nor life is all simple or easy, Skill and stamina to fit pieces can make us queasy, Enjoying the process-not just the final reward is the key, Pleasure of gameplay can vary in degree, Because success in every move is not a guarantee, Savoring small victories is a happiness recipe.
Every morning and evening I see a sunflower, Turn its head towards its fount of power. Like a flower, we too, need a force, To run to or turn to for our life source. It can be- a higher power, a person, a place or anything, That can bring back the bing. When life gets overwhelming, We need some soothing and calming. Since dives and drops -big and small, Are not all easy to independently haul, Support and shoulder is essential for all, To help us rise from life's plunges and fall(s). With time we realize who’s on our side, Or who’s suggestions we can abide, There are few with whom our heart can truly stride, Finding a soul to share concerns with, is no easy ride. Seek solace in faith, family, friends or book, Dance, music, songs or a special nook, Identify and nurture one or more ways, That can still and soothe when nerves run astray.
Someone new asked who are you? Tell me more about you. This question set me thinking, More like deep data linking. I have varied identities, And all are my realities. There’s not one me, But many in me. Working from home has further complicated this equation, Mishmash of tasks, duties and relations, Sometimes within minutes I have to change roles, And report with precision like someone on parole. From work meetings to household chores, The list miraculously grows evermore, Everyday seems to be a delicate game of juggle, I wonder if you also feel this struggle. Mindset shift from a work problem to one at home, Makes me feel going against human genome. Our minds work best when we focus, Not when we keep shifting our locus. So to who are you? Multiple answers are true. A mother, a daughter, a writer, a sister, So many identities are in one me, mister. Which one would you like to meet? Each is unique-some a bit more sweet.
Another summer coming soon to an end, And a new season just around the bend, Its time to retrospect some old reels, Replay both facts and feels, Varied stages hold different appeal, Some truths slowly simmer and reveal. All actions have some return, Some easy and others stern. Some learnings come with burns. And teach us how to discrete and discern. Not all relations are forever, Some sustain and others sever. Not every time one needs to be quick and clever, Some difficult doors can be opened with simple lever. Since varied experiences make life’s twists and turn(s), And some acts are better without a rerun. Retrospection teaches there’s always something to learn, And something to unlearn.
When someone withdrew from you, And changed their focus from thou, It was half truths that got them away, Lack of openness to waylay. Its not always lies, but unshared information, That breaks the fragile bonds of connection. Reactive rather than proactive communication, Is not the hallmark of strong and lasting relation. We have learnt Love is sharing, And sharing translates to caring, Good-bad, happy-sad, subtle and blaring, All of it- falls-frailty, dreams and daring. When we speak without restriction, With feelings and lack of friction, With a desire to share and care with conviction, Bonds grow stronger with each diction. Lack of true and regular exchange, Can lead to heart change, Living together should not feel like a bondage, Relationships are meant to make you fly and not cage.
Inter generational conversations are an art, Topics and exchanges are a discrete craft. Older folks have a tendency to get preachy, Younger ones loathe anything that too teachy. Good conversationists find a middle ground, To keep chats going around, Is give and take necessary in every round? For all to feel valued, without feeling bound. One learns, good talks start with trust, And are carried forth with shared interest(s). Cemented with understanding multiple pretext(s), And honoring mutual context(s). Interactive dance of experience and youth, Can flow like a well rehearsed tango-clean and smooth, And the dialogues can really calm and soothe If effort is made and honored with courtesy and couth, Topics and talks mould as children and parents grow, Conversations are a boat that all have to together row, Good-bad, pedantic.didactic, comic-tragic with high-low, Beautiful moments and memories emerge from this flow.