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night

Night
that’s my time
when
day rests on haunches
magic self launches
walls and stairs
rest listening ears
fears weave
in out of lairs
dreams
lattice enchantingly
bringing to fruition
day’s
abject longings
night-
yes night-
that’s
my time
~

 

 

 

vangogh

a letter

Dear Neena:

 
today is your birthday once again and even though physically gone, your spirit stays firmly tied never having left….
Eyes get misty again and again as I now fully value your timely, untimely “whatsapp’ phone calls coupled with unsolicited advice…
we had a plethora of shared history being bound by blood ties and we could always let our guards down and be our true selves
sharing joys, sorrows and pet peeves….
Torn asunder from cozy cocoon of both elder siblings I now feel “armless” and utterly bereft…
Pray tell me:
who should I now call?
who should I share my heart with?
do know you are mightily missed
dearest sis
and today on your birthday
I wish and hope for you
utter bliss
and happiness wherever
your soul
may have replanted
having reincarnated
Happy Birthday Neena…

neenavanini

Thank you and Goodbye

Dear Readers:

It is time to wrap up this website which will be taken down on August 31st i.e next month.

I truly appreciate your taking the time to read my scribbles all these years.

Reasons for this decision are mainly age and health issues plus continued maintenance is now an unnecessary expense especially as I’ve finally retired from work.

Once again, thank you very much

 

with warm regards

bina gupta

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mind’s sieve

time drops
moments
through mind’s
sieve
~
retrievals
are hard acts
to follow by worn
limbs
~
limber mind
weaves fresh
moments
for cheer
~
thus we pass
time playing
cat and mouse
with time
~
time
will tell
they say, ears
eagerly wait
~
patience
is, was never
my strong suit, I
reach for jokers
~
cooling heels
doesn’t abate
worry’s flush
I go for broke
~pablo-picasso-dora-maar-83723

younger me

revisiting younger me
from over a decade ago
I gave a long searching
glance deep down
into her eyes
and mine
ferreting out
unsaid
unmet
unheard
correlating
with
met
heard
stated
and realized
I got more than what
I could bite
less than what
I could chew
which in essence
sums up
into a perfect
equation
always being fully
immersed in the moment
with nary
a rue
~
I bid her
adieu
embracing her one
more time knowing
one who meant the world
to “her” and she was her world
would be happy and finally
rest at ease knowing
her last child
had finally
come into own
with
an unsullied
heart
mind

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