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.

Sweet Little Lies

A friend and I met after ages,
Hugs and smiles were initial exchanges,
She said-you look the same,
You too- I responded in the conversational train.

Meeting old friends is magical,
In a few hours, we can go back in time,
Recollecting old days is sweet and sentimental,
These trysts of shared memories is sublime.

Later, I thought of the sweet little lies.
That work great as breaking ice tries,
Our attempt is mutual feel good,
And nothing deeper to brood.

But, some words make me ponder,
Changes are inevitable in a decade,
Why do we want to stay the same-I wonder.
Or is sweet nostalgia-the game played.

I am now a woman- who was once a girl,
With life free of responsibilities,
She loved to dance, giggle and twirl,
Now, she manages home and work with precious abilities.

I have experienced and changed.
I do not feel or look the same.
I have my advancement embraced.
Desire to hold off against a natural tide is lame.

Age has given me many gift,
Perspective being a precious drift,
Calmness as an energy lift,
And conscious responsiveness-a personality thrift.

 

New Year

Another year coming soon to an end,
And a new one just around the bend,
As we each other good wishes send,
In keeping with annual practices and trend.

I like to retrospect year going by's 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. 

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.
 

Maturity

Is maturity, a gain of perspective?
Does it mean-more objective?
Less reactive.
More introspective.

Do we finally begin hearing more and speaking less,
Caring not just for outer, but how we insides dress.
Can we casual comments and actions ignore?
And not let every word or action, harbor, linger or store.

Do we become more caring and kind?
Learn to our own businesses mind.
Stop taking pleasure in gossip and tale,
Understand life will not always be glee and gale.

Do we stop seeking other's acceptance?
Learn to maintain healthy distance.
Does what gives us pleasure changes?
And we learn to choose our bandages.

Do we mold practices that no longer calm?
Update lifestyles with lesser qualms.
Learn more about healthy ways and balm,
And the power of silence, smiles and salaam.

Sibling Bond

Sibling bond is special and unique,
With shared history of pleasure and pique,
Though relations change with time,
Fond remembrances remain of when it was prime.

So many memories of pranks and play,
I recall today, on your birthday,
Hiding grades from parents is just one,
Shared secrets of mischiefs are in ton.

Many incidents bring a chuckle to my face,
Those lazy summer days to brace,
When time moved at a slow pace,
Disagreements were rampant on people and place,

You were both my foe and friend,
Despite arguments that happened to no end,
Our common defense against parents,
Was like gutsy soldiers standing up against mighty tyrants.

There were no phones to give us company,
Our tech free childhood is our shared journey,
With board games, talks and an occasional outing,
We kept busy with outdoor play without parental scouting.

As we grow and have new relations in our fold,
Hope new bring you as much joy as old!

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.