Good wishes

Since my surgical procedure for gall bladder stones 2 months back, my body has been in some sort of pain almost every day. Recently , the pain in neck and shoulders have increased in frequency too due to the winter chill. My husband has a ligament tear in the left knee and it is not getting better any soon I fear.

Among all this thoughts and worries, as I sat today morning, savoring some sunlight and warmth, a friend pinged me to wish me and yogesh a speedy recovery and blessings from God. It wasn’t nothing unusual but still that kindness and the care of someone to personally message you and saying you deserve the blessings ‘coz of how good you are ; that some how was very overwhelming for me. I could sense the sincerity and love in those 4 lines.

And so to everyone who has wished me good today or anytime in the past, I am so much grateful for the kindness and the good vibes.

Sending you all a lot of positivity and smiles for your day while I take lessons and a pledge to pass on this wishes to anyone in need. Let the love flow. Let the kindness grow.


What could be , should be

We could have been sitting there,
the plush sofa; the wine and the glasses
watching people around,
guessing their stories
and suddenly switching to ours –
as if we have left something hidden
some part of life, meant to share
in silent company and understanding.

We should have been there
Pouring tea for me, your coffee,
the aromas mixing in the air
as you would teach me a new recipe
one I would not cook, while sharing
another anecdote –
perhaps not even new
but it will lead to a new finding
about you , me and others too.

We have to meet some day soon,
before the tears replace
the words I saved for you,
before I forget the stories
and their happy endings.
And yet we both know not
When time will bless such moments
Such peace, such freedom, such wishes. 

Ginger memories

Ginger – grated or mashed
never elicit the memory,
like the chunks did today –
part fried, part seasoned
with the spices you taught.

some days I fear you fading,
or being replaced by spaces
deadened with your absence-
the thoughts, so irrelevant;
deeply clawed to my existence.

some days I smell hibiscus
on my hands when others sleep-
its almost dolorous, those nights
when I think of your love for me,
to seek it in my cooking.

Today I cooked one of my favorite pulses , in almost same style as my mother does. One bite , and I could not stop myself from thinking of her , missing her and almost dreading the realization that she is growing old.

This one is dedicated to those thoughts , to her.

A Conversation

Out of practice,
Awkward silences,
Never did happen
The dance of small talks.
Stretched distances
Thoughts on parallel track,
Rituals were made
Of 3am , weekly,even  ISD calls.

Never out of things to share
Never satisfied of exchange,
When did we grow this way
So cautious of spaces shared.
Never close , never out of thoughts
Never was a friendship so much secure
insecurity led to fights, drama full on
But this peace even is little too bored.

This poem is about a conversation, its a one sided conversation, of 2 people or maybe mine with 2 different sort of thoughts.. take a guess !

She : a dedication


could be anyone;

yet She is like no one.

she is unknown to me most days;

and still dear to me if you ask.

she is sum of her friendships and some part mine,

she is the goodness spilled over by time,

she bounces off my thoughts like sunshine,

she plants smiles in my words each night.

she is like the sister from parallel universe,

or perhaps the split image of my world,

she is love, she is fun, she is heart and the blood,

she sings of heartbreaks, and gathers the debris notes

she plucks the rotten petals and keep safe the redness of rose,

she could be some one you know

or some one quite ignored,

she is a part of younger me,

and part of dreams I had lost.

Giving up

When has a home
given up your secrets
even as new domains
tickle its underbelly.

When do the waves
Shout at the seashore
Even in their downfall
They embrace differences.

When do adapt partners
Get wary of silence
Locked with angry stares
Or self destructive rants.

Giving up on love,
Friendship, faint memories,
Is not a pattern that fits
The routine of certain futures.p

Love or fiction

Act like grown up, I thought.

told you all;

but not about my heart,

the path;

of the shadows alongside;

I tried

but could not, so I cried

for the love I gave to fiction,

the tears were my addiction –

told you, all the path, I tried

Lost, am I ?

Lost or forgotten ?
Somedays I feel no difference.
Sometimes my words
Escape the confines
Of definitions and meanings,
Falling noisily over intentions
That defy the actions.

Somedays I want to connect
Not to words and visuals,
But just to you, your heart
And to have you stop by
And help me find myself again.


Let each breath drag you away
Deeper into me;
Let not even a thought
Hinder what I wish
To see on your face,
Fleeting moments
Of sensibility
Snatched away tonight,
With swan like grace
The dance takes over,
We matter no longer,
We exist no more
Than the breaths.