Category: love and loving
The query was simple, Where do you live? My address as an answer was ample, But, that was not all I could give. With some I share a home, With others, a deep connection, I live in their hearts and mind, In thoughts loving, sweet and kind. They live in mine, I might not with … Continue reading Living in Hearts
I like you. But cannot be you. You are you, But, I am not you. I admire you. But, I cannot be you. I am me. Flawed and unique. I take pride in my identity, My imperfect entity. My quirks and my insanity, My ways and my civility. I hear you. Your fears and cheers. … Continue reading You and Me
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. … Continue reading Sweet Little Lies
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 … Continue reading Sibling Bond
Passion for a purpose is a unique gift, That can bring its bearers an unnamed lift, The act itself- is to which you bow, Its also to be in a state of flow. Each of us have unique talents and skills. Not all exist to pay the bills. Trance worthy love for the act in … Continue reading Passion for a Purpose
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 … Continue reading Time Machine
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 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 … Continue reading Letting Go
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 … Continue reading Who Am I?
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. … Continue reading Talking
A sari box got opened, And a revelation got made- Definition of a sari in a dictionary is wrong, Its not just a garment that’s about six feet long. It’s a harbinger of memories, A drape in its weft, weave and wrap carrying stories. My saris are not just cottons, silks, georgettes and chiffons, Each … Continue reading A Sari Box
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