Category: Musings
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Elegance…
A fabric of six yards, Speaks of stories and ballads. Woven in silk and cotton, It speaks of love and fashion. The designs deserve an appreciation, Of the weaver’s effort and dedication. Vivid colours make it bright, Threads make it heavy or light. Adds on to a woman’s grace, By giving her a cosy embrace.…
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Daddy, you are always there for me
Daddy, you are always there for me Mother held my tiny being Daddy smiled He held me and rocked me Softly singing a lullaby . My first steps were taken Holding Daddy’s strong hands Each step emboldened Every fall softened . You were my mentor You were my confidante You were my counsellor You were…
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Dune Tunes
A sea of gold, Spread over a stretch, Far beyond the eyes reach . Slender and tall palm trees, With green crown and dates, Is waiting for it’s date. . A lonely cactus is yearning For a companion, In a land, that’s barren. . Far away in the horizon, The camels walk in stride, With…
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Do You Still Love Me ?
Do you still love me, Though long eons have gone by Will you be able to discern that naive girl Dotting on you constantly?
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Chains
I can see them dragging at your feet, As you run with some trepidation- My chains of caution. . I can see them cramp your tongue, As you swallow your stories- My chains of castigation . I can see them curtail your imagination, As you imitate with robotic precision- My chains of convention. . I…
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Cup of Love
Some like it hot, Some like it cold, How much ever their cup can hold. . Some like it strong, Some like it light, It’s just how they feel it right. . Some like it with milk, Some like it black, Just right to dodge the slack. . A perfect blend of brew, Has a…
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Beauty: A Limerick
#AZatPP Day2 letter B Beauty you will be ,use our cream, Reflection in mirror made me scream Patchy skin made me cry I did shout,I did sigh Will not use it even in a dream. ******************************
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A song unheard..
A song of mine, No more than a line, Lies entangled in a Web of untold thoughts – Half shrivelled under the weight of memories That have sprouted since you bade me Goodbye. Perhaps, you never heard it : For I never sang it, when you were there. Instead, I let it hang loosely, in…
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Amazed!!!
I thought only ink could flow Through my pen till now. Then the lockdown came and Amazed was I, to see, Words flow from it too. . I thought cooking and me, Were distant cousins till now. Then the lockdown came and Amazed was I, to see, A Michelin Star chef evolve. . I thought…
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Care for Mother Earth
I look around with fascination So heart warming to see Mother Earth Holds my being In her warm affectionate hands …
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Love- What’s it?
Love, is it? true-kiss naive-hearts chaste-passion unsoiled-emotions unified spirits underneath blue-velvety tent sprinkled diamonds glistening breezy yet tranquil night placid lake full-bloomed jasmine shimmering rippling waters silently giggles pacing hearts trembling lips wandering souls * Eternal bond —– * souls wandering lips trembling hearts pacing giggles silently waters rippling shimmering jasmine bloomed full lake placid…
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December in India
My beautiful December, Like the colourful twilight, Of a bright pleasant day, Yet much more lovely, Than the the day itself, Who knew that the end, Could be so mesmerising, With smiling green fields, And flowers of all hues, Taking away the winter blues, Long boughs laden with oranges ,lemons, guavas ,pomegranates, Sometimes basking in…
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Meet My Mother
MEET MY MOTHER Her sindoor clad head, her gold bangles- Her Sankhya,Pola,Noya ,her Bata sandals- Her Tanth saree, her cotton blouse, Her half-hearted bun, her simple spouse- her marriage bed, her marriage album, Her marriage almirah, her Ponds’ Talcum- Her dressing table, her ladies’ watch, Her puja time, her call for lunch- Her kitchen room,…
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Not A Fairytale
Not a fairytale A Haibun! The backyard is bathed in pale winter sun, looming burnt brick walls guarding the house look more instagrammable than any of my recent pictures. The dwarf orange tree is swelling with pride, laden with this year’s produce. The marigolds bursting in orange, queue up for my attention. From here, they…