The Shawl
(picture from internet)
The Shawl
Draped lovingly around my back
It became animated. Tendrils
of warmth crept up like a mother’s cooing
embrace, like a morning’s first sunlight that blots
out all chills of the cool night. I further snuggled into
its open armed embrace. A familiar delicate perfume wafted
up tickling my nostrils escaping from its colorful threads
entering my pores n taking me by the hand to those distant
shores of summers past and wintry nights and monsoon madness
and that deliberate soaking of clothes as we madly danced and
splashed in puddles created by incessant rains that were
like those uninvited guests that never said goodbyes.
We continued to jump and splash wearing galoshes
Ignoring admonishments and cajoles of the elders to
come in before being waylaid by the sniffles. We secretly
wanted to enjoy the concern and hear those clucking
sounds of exasperation and hustling bustling activity
Feet soaked in hot water n sweet ginger tea and dunking
of Umpteen glucose biscuits to unceremoniously chase
away any daring cold cough thieves that may have
snuck in unawares. A spoonful of yuckky brandy as
added insurance against nasty colds at bedtime.
The skeins of colored threads were skillfully embroidered
into a lovely garden. A mass of blooms in shades of pinks, magenta,
browns n greens spread out like a fish net covering the whole
surface of the shawl bringing it to life. An evergreen eternal
haul of fresh multi colored flowers to bloom forever and to never
wilt and die. Like an artist’s painting on a blank canvas brought to
life by his skill and imagination. This will live on as a mute testimony
of the beloved ones that have passed on. It is a storehouse and a
receptacle of love, care, blessings, shared joys and sorrows and many
prayers for carefree morrows. It is like a cocoon of love as secure
as a womb and as warm and inviting as a comforter.
It is like a cozy hideaway bunker from life’s mauls.
It is that steadfast friend when loneliness strikes
and beloved faces are missed. It is a shady glade
emblazoned with delicate flowers to impart peace n joy
and bring some cheer to occasional dreariness.
(ps: I brought back my mother’s handmade shawl with me which is 50-60 years old and very dear to me)
Originally Published: November 29, 2009
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Self Absorption
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Self Absorption
Lost- was it you or was it I
In the mazes of our blood ties
Do we have to seek recompense?
Who shall do the honors n dispense?
Embracing, revisiting our gone childhood
I thought the spring of love was strong, intact
But you were engrossed with your own off-shoots
Love taken for granted by me was misunderstood
Lost- was it you or was it I
Have we outgrown one another?
We went through sisterly motions by rote
Avowed kinship and love n did suitably emote
Lost- was it you or was it I
Thus we paid obeisance to our past
Relished sharing sweet sour togetherness repast
Also toothpicked memories’ slivers hard and fast
Lost- was it you or was it I
My heart breaks for what could have been
I feel I haven’t changed only you’ve moved on
That’s the hard fact of life, but childishly I clung on
Lost- was it you or was it I
Chronologically age has taken its toll also
Even the beloved departed took their roll call
We the living are miles apart, this fact did me appall
Lost- was it you or was it I
Destiny maybe our foe, not an ally
Sentimentally I figured we were still the same
That was my folly and I have only self to blame
Lost -was it you or was it I
Yes- you were the same where I had left you
I had moved on in ways more than one but not you
Too late, I realized I was the lost one as I bid you adieu
Originally Published: November 27, 2009
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Dive To Thrive
Opportunity: you will always miss 100% of shots that you don’t take!!
so go on..take a chance, tempt fate and be alive! (source: from internet)
Dive To Thrive
In life taking a risk
Is no piece of cake
Yet to be really alive
We must take the plunge
dive to live fully and thrive!
cocooned safely in family nest
it’s hard to emerge and it divest
Dipping, soaring high into the unknown
Can be fraught with danger but very exciting
Yet we can overcome it all n come out fighting
Taking chances, beating all odds
Is not meant for the faint hearted bods
Courage of conviction to go the extra mile
Taking hard blows on the chin all the while
Is to enjoy risking life and limb with a smile
In life taking a risk
Is no piece of cake
Yet to be really alive
We must take the plunge
dive to live fully and thrive!
Originally Published: November 19, 2009
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Brain versus Brawn
Two brothers strong
Argued all day long
Who had more courage
Right from young age
As adults took up a challenge
Prize money their weekly wage
Younger one decided to go first
At night to graveyard traverse
Smart frail elder to younger bro spook
Followed him with horror music to nuke
The efforts valiant by this enfant terrible
Giggling with mirth and inward chortle
The brat did a double take frightened
Swishing sound of ghosts envisioned
Scary music sounds were the final straw
Soon false bravado congealed in his craw
Sprinting as if chased by Hounds of Baskerville
Ghostly sounds still following in mournful wails
Actually his pajama legs made swishing sounds
That had scared him silly and toppled his crown
Elder brother thus won this war without a fight
Younger one bowed before elder’s wit n might
A sacrificial lamb was he at altar of silly pranks
This moment is a monument in memory banks
Originally Published: November 1, 2009
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