Sunday, March 12, 2017

ये शहर




मेरी सब शरारतों का गवाह  
मेरी उम्र से बस कुछ ही बड़ा 
इसकी बाँहों में खेली मैं बढ़ी  
इसकी राहों पे गिरी और संभली

ये मेरे बचपन का दोस्त 
ये मेरी जवानी का साथी 
इसके फूलों की खुशबू मेरी 
इसके पतझर के रंग मेरे अपने

हर मोड़ में कोई किस्सा सुहाना 
हर ईमारत में मेरा हिस्सा पुराना
इसकी हवाएं मेरी कहानी बांचती
इसके पानियों में मेरे दर्द के घोल 
 ये शहर मुझे भूल नहीं पायेगा 
मेरे दिल सा ही तो है ये शहर 

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Again Found



A season  of delight
In a life full of woes
A rainbow of smiles
In the  dreary greyness
I drown and yet am ashore
Inundated in a deluge of joy 


Your  sparkle makes me 

New and resplendent 
Your fragrance makes me
Fresh and redolent of love
I die and  yet am reborn 
Entangled in the threads of life


Aroused by the mere touch 

Of your fingers on my skin
Scalded by the bare  heat 
Of your glaze on my face
I am burned and yet soothed
Rekindled by the again-found love













Sunday, November 6, 2016

Miracle


I found you again
Like a shell in the sand

Which a small girl buried
Chanced upon after years

Jagged and rough
Marred by time and men
My life's edges fit in your's
A smooth whole is formed

My lost faith restored
A nebulous vista revealed
My hidden treasure discovered
You are my miracle



Friday, October 21, 2016

My North Pole Trip; A story by Bikram Singla, my 2nd grade student




   

It was the first adventure of my life . I bought three tickets from Delhi to North Pole. We three friends were very enthusiastic. During the flight all I could think was the fun we will have.  When we landed we went to our igloo. We wore the arctic suits. We hung our bags,I slung my camera around my neck and we set off to explore. There was only snow everywhere around. I and my friends clicked photos with Polar Bears and penguins. We decided to celebrate the rest of place in next morning.

Then I took out my GPS and looked for a restaurant. Then we went  there and ate food. We went back to our igloo and slept tight. In the morning my friends and I went to a coffee shop and drank hot coffee. It was such a relief in such cold. But we didn't know that worse things were on the wait for us.  

 As we set out excitedly on our trek we heard a splash and a cry. As I looked back Mehul was thrashing his hands about neck deep in icy water. He had slipped on thin ice covering a lake and it had broken. We pulled him out with the help of some men. He was shivering with cold. We took him back and I gave him some dry clothes to wear. He fell ill with high fever and had to be taken back. Our trip was cut short and we landed in Delhi next day.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Beginning

Let's take to the road
Make a new beginning
Walk side by side, hand in hand
up the verdant winding hill-path

Let's spot the snowy peaks
Cry out in joy, sit by the lake
The waters bright like your eyes
The skies crimson in the Suns wake

My love! Let's go
Leaving the world behind
Don't ask me where,
I don't want to decide

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Renewal

The noise is transforming
New rhythms returning
My heart beating anew
The melody is trickling in

The sky is brightening up
No longer dull and grey
My eyes shining again
The sun is peeping through

The storm is calming down
Not threatening to engulf
A smile on my lips
The horizon drifting in sight

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Just Yet




Let's curl up on the sofa
Hook our arms together
My head on your shoulder
Eyes half closed half open
Let the kettle boil and sing
I don't want to stir just yet


Let's sit in the balcony
Count the stars in the sky
Wine glasses in our hands
Half empty and half full
Let the breeze kiss our lips
I don't want to sleep just yet

Let's sleep on this morning,
My body cocooned in yours 
Our feet together toes touching
Your breath on my face and hair
Dreams dreamt and undreamt
I don't want to wake up just yet





Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Of Love and Life



Thoughts that I never thought
Would come to my mind
Smiles that I had lost
To the depths of eternity
Love that I had locked away
With memories in an old box

All return like His grace
A potent life giving force
A light that eternally brightened
The darkest nooks of my heart
Restored the love that I had lost
And the faith that I had given up on

Life took me to many places
But the corner of my heart
Which sought the balm of love
Was most often barren and dark
Now I have come to a magic land
And the sparkle in my eyes says yes


Sunday, April 10, 2016

Hope #AtoZchallenge #H



Like the pink burst of the Attacama
Hope just needs a shower of love


The dormant buds buried under

Then flower into a bright hue


The vast waste seemingly eternal

Transforms into a garden of happiness









Friday, April 8, 2016

Forgotten #AtoZ challenge #F


From the same tree born 
From the same seed grown 
One given all shade and nurtured
Other left to languish deserted
A shallow reason they had
You won’t carry our name, they said 

That was an excuse so flimsy
They always were in the sway
Of partisan mindset and thought
That taught them to discriminate 
Should they be forgiven again as ever?
And then perhaps be forgotten forever?

On the eve of the great 9 day Indian festival where the female form of God will be worshiped and her designated corporal forms, the kanyas or virgin girls will be venerated for eight days I feel uneasy. Such a paradox for a society which does not respect its women in the normal social milieu. I am not berating the ritual of kanya pujan but then girls should always be viewed with respect and cherished, why just 9 days twice a year?

Parents dont give daughters their right to education and property. Husbands mistreat wives. widows have no place in the social structure, they are simply persona non-grata. Women themselves abuse and exploit other women. Girls are trafficked, sexually exploited and tortured. Rapes are on the rise and dignity of all women at stake. Female infanticide and foeticide are menaces which we haven't been able to curb despite grave efforts.

Equality for the girl child and not episodic elevation to Goddess status is what is the need of the hour.
A change in mentality, an approach supported by effective laws and their implementation is the need of the hour and as always it would first begin with family, the first unit of socialisation. We don't need pseudo-feminist here who educate their daughters and buy them beautiful dresses, we need people who will educate their children so that they get rid of the society of its bias towards men and male gender by educating their children and specially men. Pink and blue, Barbie and Batman, Dolls and toy guns, Kitchen and playhouse....lets remove the signs...


Thursday, April 7, 2016

Expression #E #Atoz challenge





My poems are words

Which meant for someone

The whole world reads

And I only hope they reach

That soul's cosmic realms

When they beat in human 
hearts

Creative expression primarily and emotional expression, both are necessary for lightening the burdens of your mind. I love expressing myself through my writing; poetry primarily. Not expressing myself at the right time has caused havoc in life so many times that now I wouldn’t let an opportunity pass. However it does not mean that I have learnt to express hurt. I can express anger but hurt still flows with silent tears. I am still learning to say something when I am hurt instead of going quiet.
Songs, poems, lyrics and music are a superb way of expressing yourself. Its important that you tell others what you feel. Lack of expression and articulation leads to suppressed emotions and that leads to depression. When Raman passed away I couldn’t express myself for some time. Probably that was why I was fainting repeatedly on his funeral yet my poems have given me the strength and fortitude to face the ordeal and chin up.




Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Drama #AtoZ challenge # D




People indulge in lots of it and I find it futile except when it is the literary kind. I get exhilarated by Shakespeare, Marlowe and Shaw but the usual family or couple dramas, reel or real, God Save Me! I tend to switch off and shift my attention to something more informative. 
These days even news has drama.  Certain journalists think they are film actors spouting innate emotional phrases or political leaders shouting nationalist dialogues. Why do people indulge in such useless pursuits is something I fail to understand.

I have tried to analyse various situations and come to the conclusion that it’s either guilt we try to assuage or be righteous. Also sometimes it is the fear of losing a loved one after we have committed a mistake that we presume may have repercussions.

We are social people, we thrive on relationships and they make or mar us. Why don’t we come clean and be truthful in our closest relationships; either because we are afraid to lose them or they become frustrating. Wouldn’t it be less hurtful if a spouse came up clean on cheating episodes and asked for forgiveness (in that case first they should decide whether they want to keep up the pattern or be faithful) rather than calling the cheated upon spouse names and blaming them for  something they hadn’t done?  Again Wouldnt it be saving the situation if different generations in a family sat down together and resolved various family issues and came over generation gaps. We do that in our work scenarios, we deliberately avoid conflict and sullen faces till the situation gets out of hand. We even tend to resolve the situation by negotiating and without raising our voices because we know that our livelihood is at stake. Yet at home or during social situations we lose our cool and indulge in this drama because we take them for granted.

Drama should be kept for movies and stage. Relationships are tender and precious , drama is not a genre for them, meaningful communication is a better tool. A warm hug, a nod of  understanding, a loving look, a friendly smile and things get better!!!!


Friday, April 1, 2016

April #AtoZchallenge, #musings


A fine day in April
Spring heralded itself exclusive
A tender pink was all I saw
Like the trees on my city roads

The burning sun lost its fire
An orange moon grew pale-gold
The hot air cooled, becoming balmy
From somewhere song birds sang

The embrace of eternal love and
A lost soul found its other half
A long sought union of hearts and
Life became eternal spring


Shakespeare once said that April puts life-spirit in everything. My life has a special connection with this month. One of the days in the month had always been special but not ever celebrated now I feel like celebrating it every year. The beautiful city I live in transforms into a colour riot as soon as Ides of March takes a turn. The Amaltas blooms bright yellow and purple, the rose garden is full of colours, the trees are verdant and by April it is in full bloom.
Similarly my life too has taken a fresh turn in this month; life for me this time around started a new lease in March and is in full bloom by April. It is going to be a long voyage but the beginning is auspicious and full of hope and love. Doubts are plenty but not portentous enough to mar a beautiful ride. Sometimes perhaps the journey itself is more important than the destination.
 

It’s a beautiful time of transformations, changes and laughter. Once in April someone had given me Myself back and taught me how to live. Today I feel I am cut out for the role. Love is the prime reason, it brings that life-sprit to my ravished body and soul. A nourished soul gives out love and laughter and the life’s sharp edges get sand-papered. This April has given me that life-spirit, that hope, that love and laughter. A manna from the heavens and and as Keats said.. “An eternal fountain of immortal drink” 

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Ardhaakar

इस दिल के पान के पत्ते  का
इक कोना चिर के कहाँ  गिरा
मिटटी पानी या हवा हुआ
हमको लेकिन फिर न मिला

कटे फटे इस दिल कों अब
बस यूँही लेकर  फिरते  है
कुछ चाक पैबंद  लगा के
अब आकार कों पूरा  करते है

आकार जो पूरा हो भी गया
फिर जान कहा से फूकेंगे
कुछ ज़ख्म ये दिल का ऐसा है
खुद दर्द ही जिसका मरहम है

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

A Summer Spring

On a summer day in April
Spring heralded itself exclusive
A tender pink was all I saw
Like the trees on my city roads

The burning sun lost its fire
An orange moon grew pale-gold
The hot air cooled, becoming balmy
From somewhere song birds sang

The embrace of eternal love and
A lost soul found its other half
A long sought union of hearts and
life became eternal spring

Sunday, January 24, 2016

The Cold Sun

As the sun, a golden ball
Of cold fire hides behind
The cotton clouds, I sigh

Today too the moon,
Won't be seen In the sky
And today again I will

Be left longing For those
morsels of you that the
moondrops bring for me

Friday, January 15, 2016

Broken

I would lay myself bare
Peel my skin
Shred my innards
To pour myself unto you


But I don't yield 
My being and body
My heart and soul
Hardened and cold

Fragile and brittle

Hammered, 

Broken
into sharp fragments 
I split In a thousand shards 

Monday, December 14, 2015

10 Important Life Realisations

I always knew it but had forgotten in the insecure atmosphere of last 1-1/2 year.
  1. It's OK to have less... 

    Spend less. Happiness is not directly proportional to your pay check. It's directly proportional to spending time with your loved ones.
  2. Its OK to wear again what you have worn earlier. 

    No body pays attention to what brands you are wearing, It's important to be neat, clean and decently put together.  We wear just a few favorite clothes, fewer pieces of jewellery, a few pairs of shoes, and still fewer handbags
  3. Wholesome homemade food is good food. 

    Eating out should be restricted.It reflects, adversely, on your health not on your status.
  4. Live the way you want to.

    No one is impressed by what car you are driving and what house you are living in They are all busy with their own things and if someone does they are not your kind of people.
  5. Love yourself.Follow your heart. 

    You live only once. Live it up!
  6. Cultivate a hobby.

     Learn to play an instrument, paint, cycle or whatever you have always wanted to do. It helps you get i touch with your inner self and that is enlightening.
  7. Learn to dance

    It liberates you, gives you a sense of peace, coordination, balance and exercises your body and mind
  8. Read books.

    They bring the world to your table. Nothing more needs to be said yet they give you a vision, a broader perspective and sometimes lessons that last a life-time
  9. Travel to broaden your horizon.

    On travel, there are beautiful untouched places in our own country and we travel for our relaxation and exploration not to impress others.
  10. Be there .

    For the people in your life Your parents, children,siblings,friends and those who have less than you have. Dignity and respect comes from being there and being good when you are needed.

Monday, December 7, 2015

The Castle Wedding @Kanota


#Guddudavyah kahin bhi hota, mujhe to jaana hi tha

I was looking forward to the invitation! Yes I would be lying if I say that I didn't care. There was not an iota of doubt that it was going to be grand and exclusive. everyone wanted to be on the invitee list.

The pre-wedding function was where it started. We reached the small town and I was surprised as well as reassured with the warm welcome we got from the family. These are the times when you realise that the genuine feeling and love you had nurtured when you were young are priceless and long lasting. Some people are as genuine as you are. The blast that we all had made us miss some who were not there. we bonded again over vodka, cofffe, mithai and gossip.

Yes Indian weddings are all about relatives and gossip, gaudy clothes and loads of jewellery but its also about extended families bonding and your children meeting your favourite cousins. I saw our children get to know each other and it brought me immense satisfaction that the legacy will be carried on for at least the next generation. I feel that its the need of the hour that extended families relate what with single child units becoming the norm.

The journey to Kanota for me was filled with fun, laughter, dancing to Pujabi Songs in the taxi with the young brigade and eatig potato chips and polo, after the anxiety that we won't be able to pack everything we needed and load it on the vehicles was over!

A breathtaking place, spacious suites, big lawns, a blue pool and so many trees and animals around, it is perfect destination for a big Indian wedding. Two days passed as if in a wink. The castle was specially lighted up with fairy lights and colured lights,orb like lamps hung from trees and hundrends of votive candles lighted aroud the concrete paths.it was if you had come to dream palace. The effort which the bride, her groom and their families had put in the planning was evident. THe food, the ambience, the convenience and luxury were unparalleled

Small things like the photoframes where you could get yourselves clicked, the billboards relating the couples love story and the scooter which was a witness and auxillary to the law students getting hitched being made the centre of attention were brilliant which made the evening special and relevant. It felt great to see that they were proud of their connection and unabashed about it. The new generation is open, self-confident and brazen about their choices and financially independent to be able to carry it on. I am proud of the change and relieved too.


It was a fun wedding, no tears, people dressing-up and faces made up to the tee whereas the bride was so elegantly dressed with her natural beauty and radiance that she needed minimal make-up. Little girls in lehengas and shararas, touting about their maang teekas and bangles. Cousins, children and ladies having meals together, taking strolls, calling out each other, shouting and laughing. The bride's cousins gave a swashbuckling bhangra performance and the elders got on the stage muddling it all up and making it all the more enjoyable. About 3000 pictures and selfies were clicked unofficially.

Money was spent like anything. Lakhs spent as short change but like the bride's mother concluded, it was worth the glow of happiness on our daughters face. It was indeed a grand wedding and a memorable event.

Well done Guddu and Nishant for planning this beautiful wedding and Thanks Ricky Di for making me an integral part of it.





























Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Darkness

Me: Must write something bright!
True!  I am happy these days
Heart: Haven’t you noticed the plight
Really! Are you sure?

Me: whose plight are you implying?
My family and friends are all fine
Heart: The several who are dying
The little ones being attacked

Me: but what can I do about it?
I didn’t perpetrate the crimes
Heart: Express your anguish damn it!
Only then celebrate the festival of light

Yes! I am a poet, a writer. Someone who is just trying to make a foothold in this vast and diverse society after having suffered and struggled a lot. Like many others I also wanted to dwell on personal happiness and festivities and shopping. I also wanted to clean my own house or maybe even the street. 

And yet, today, my heart pains to see what the nation has come to. Toddlers being raped and killed, religious fanaticism, communal disharmony, suppression of basic freedom and much more. Are we progressing? This is not progress, this is digression. We are a modern nation with 70% population under the age of 35 but we are moving toward archaic times where sectarianism, bigotry and intolerance are becoming the norm. Freedom of expression, speech, freedom to follow what we like and eat and wear what we prefer are being questioned.

I pride myself as a modern Indian woman who considers religion as a very personal matter. Also i have grown up in a nation and a city where all strata and sections of society including women  are given the liberty to grow, earn and move around as free citizens. Why are these being curtailed? Why is no one speaking up. Why cant everyone else feel the anguish? 

How can you celebrate Diwali amidst all this darkness that the nation is plunging into. We need light and a galaxy full of it.