Category: Perspectives
Letters from the past, are a memory blast. Met myself from three decades ago, Via writings from a loquacious pro. She spoke with spontaneity, Chuckled without scarcity, a perky personality, enveloped with vivacity. Has time changed her? And responsibilities molded her? Have some experiences hardened her? And others softened her? The extra pounds on the … Continue reading Meeting Me
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 … Continue reading Sad Days
Life revolves around tales, Our biases adding color without fail. A story can have varied flavor, Like multiple tastes to slowly savor. So many anecdotes to share and hear, Narrations changing from mouth to ear. Molded by observation and interpretation, Contoured with varying perception. Chronicles continually change version, Of the same event, place or person. … Continue reading Stories We Tell and Hear
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
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 … Continue reading Maturity
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
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 … Continue reading Living Twice
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
Habits make us, And also break us. We are prisoners to our ways, Yet, so vital is to regularly breakaway. Bonds of our ways and habits, Developed consciously or unconsciously in tacit, Determine a lot in our lives, Changing is not without some strifes. Some easy and comforting routine, Are nothing less than cocaine. Addiction … Continue reading Slaves of Habit
From a life that seemed like a constantly moving mill, A never ending hill. Allowing no time to stand or sit still. Demanding one more chore, one more bill-a constant drill. Lockdown provided time for contemplation, Away from external and nearer to inner connection, Hours were spent in reckoning and reflection, And also in self … Continue reading Lockdown Memories
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