Archive for November 2009:

The Shawl

(picture from internet)

The Shawl

Draped lovingly around my back
it became animated. Tendrils
of warmth crept up like mom’s soothing
embrace, morning’s first sunlight that blots
out chills from cool night.  I further snuggled into
its open armed embrace.  A familiar delicate perfume wafted
tickling my nose, escaping from its colorful threads
entering my pores, taking me by the hand to those distant
shores of summers past, wintry nights and monsoon madness,
that deliberate soaking of clothes as we madly danced and
splashed in puddles created by incessant rains that were
akin to uninvited guests that never left.

We continued to jump and splash wearing galoshes
ignoring admonishments, cajoles of elders to
come in before being waylaid by sniffles. Secretly
wanting that fuss and concern, to hear those clucking
sounds of exasperation and hustle bustle; feet
soaked in hot water, sweet ginger tea and dunking
of umpteen glucose biscuits to unceremoniously send packing
any daring cold cough thief that may have snuck in catching us unawares.  A spoonful of yucky brandy was also administered 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, 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, never wilt or die.  Like an artist’s painting on a blank canvas brought to life by individual skill and imagination. This will live on as a mute testimony of the beloved ones that have passed on.  A storehouse and receptacle of love, care, blessings, shared joys, sorrows and many prayers for carefree morrows. A cocoon of love as secure as a womb and as warm and inviting as a comforter.
My shawl is a cozy hideaway bunker from life’s mauls.
It is that steadfast friend when loneliness strikes
and heart aches for sight of those beloved faces.  It is a shady glade emblazoned with delicate flowers to impart peace, calm
and bring some cheer to life’s occasional dreariness.

(Note: I brought back my mother’s handmade shawl with me which is 50-60 years old and very dear to me)

 

 

 

 

 

Nov 2009 mom's shawl

Self Absorption

(picture from internet)

 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
  

 

 

lost- was it you or was it I
No- It was not you

Yes- It was just me
Lost to one another, were we.

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!

 

 

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