Poems Archive for Family:

mixed nuts

From a family
of mixed nuts
this face
often
takes
me
aback
~

sensory memories

~
grieving smiling
in turns I recall
her tiny quick
culinary fixes
and suddenly
my morning
takes on an extra
glow as if I was
with her…..
~
pressing another
head of a clove
with index thumb
into my second
cuppa already
cardamon flavored
I smile and weep
in returns…a love like
ours has a life of it’s own
~
I’ve tried to drown my sorrows in tea, but they are strong swimmers……
~
image : internet

irrational

irrational
acts still my digits
gently tappings
MacBook keys
I
chide myself
shaking head
when did
duplicating
images
of loved ones
bring them back
from dead?
wistfully hugging
self I feel moistened
by reminisced love
she’d so generously
showered and
my eyes
mist over again
and again
never quite
drying
and I suddenly
feel warmed
inside out
on this very
chilly December
morning
~
with my beloved late aunt (chaachi) who showered much love on us after we’d lost our mom

happy birthday son

 

you

are
indeed
my blessing
bestowed
post
non-stop
prayers
and agonies’
sum total
of 1800+
teary pleas
sent forth
~
implicit faith
had propelled
this relentless
pursuit
to be
heard…
my turn
finally came
with your
gurgling arrival
filling my world
with unabated
joy
~
now
my heart
ceaselessly
blesses you
and yours for son
one can miss
a step or two
as sister, wife
friend, partner
but never
as
a loving
mom
~
Happy Birthday with tons of blessings
today, always …till eternity and beyond

emotional triggers

 

photo

It
takes little
to hurl mind
in already
navigated
life’s hits
misses

“Dhaakad” a
unique word
with that added
inflection launched
off your quick witted
tongue enhanced
nuanced big time
and
I’d see things
in altogether
new light
in
another
life
~

An old
finicky eater
now an incorrigible
foodie frequently
self indulgent
over cherished
“deja vu” taste
memories
with mouth watering
involuntarily
is now
a failed
dieter
~
mirrors
parade
departed
loved ones
paying frequent
visits when I flick
licks of hair
tossing head back
just so, neck craned
delicately up holding
proud hurt filled eyes
with tremulous smiles
piano(ing)
in startling
ways
~
last
but the least
snatches
of familiar
songs
crooned
by you, me
drowning out
each other
invariably increases
heartache
these days
and
I
surrerpitously
wipe face
gently mopping
dripping
sinuses
many times
nowadays

~

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