Pendulum

Beliefs sway back and forth
on the pendulum of uncertainty.
Within the torn tapestry of war,
we rediscover new threads of relationships.

Longing for a glint of the crescent moon,
on bruised grey-blue skies,
we catch a precious dream- filled cat nap,
between startling alerts and alarms.

Like a fulfilling sip of coffee
on a rushed stressful workday.
Or a hushed full deep breath,
amidst a fast- paced running race…

Jets no longer display
colourful trails for an airshow.
We wish for innocent paper planes,
to hold onto our faith and memories.

Smoke disguised as clouds
creates an illusion of normalcy.
But the sky quietly weeps at dawn,
washing down the trauma of last night.

Clueless kids happily call it rain
in today’s child-friendly reality.
Yet somewhere in between inhumane acts,
life continues to reveal little moments of empathy.

#tapestryofwar #betweenalarms 

Lost Last Year

January flew through freshness,
not knowing what time was holding back.
Rolling on a cold dune in February,
desert dreams longed for sunshine.

Realigned with a changed season,
home- memories woven in March.
The fragrance of spring’s pink blooms,
filled in the emptied spaces of April.

In the sweetness of shared mangoes
and handcrafted cakes, in May.
With the older and wiser warm breeze,
rediscovered through the woods in June.

In the lyrics 

of our own summer song in July.
Barefoot dancing 

on cool indoor floors of August.

Our lifelong promise 

of forever, in September.
Along rippled lilac-laced skies,
calming the inner ocean in October.

Collecting the spirit,
with all hopes of healing, in November.
Wishing upon many a falling star,
in a cold-nighted December…

Trying to find the underlying meaning,
amid mysterious clouds, that hid a lie,
slowly dissolved into oblivion,
a lost year gone by.

What Feet Couldn't...

Weary eyes rinsed,
in sparkling mountain streams.
Heaps of long-listed worries,
sifted with a faraway breeze.

Crowded ears plucked out,
hung up high with treetop tunes.
Tingling taste of a new song,
now plays upon parched lips.

Cloistered breaths allowed to run free
through fields of lavender and jasmine.
Strained fingertips immersed,
in eager warmth of paint and ink.

How thirsty senses have learnt to explore,

what tied up feet couldn't!

A 38-Step Journey

I woke up early this morning,

only to live my moment in the sun.
I wore "outside clothes",
put on my watch, earrings and sunglasses,
everything that I have not used
for the past month and a half...
I let down my untamed tresses,
otherwise secured in a usual bun,
as they are scared of falling off!
All this, in celebration
of my 38 step journey...
with my tea and cake...
from the kitchen to my terrace!

#coronadiaries #lockdownbirthday #quarantinecrafts

:: On a deeper note, my 38-step journey talks about how, in these unprecedented times, the importance of everything around us has changed... We have come to appreciate simple things in life. We have started doing many activities which we never had the time for. 

How those 38 steps from the kitchen to the terrace ---from a 'busy, worried working mother' mind frame to a relaxed, grounded, grateful one, can be enough to make up a quiet enjoyable celebration, as I count 38 years of life going by... ::

:: Handcrafted Chocolate -Walnut Cake with a nutty crust ::

:: Cant keep their hands off! ::

Once upon a Time

Secrets of the ocean,
with a taste of sea water,
the fish in a bowl recalls...

The touch of wind,
upon sun-kissed wings,
a trapped bird longs for...

A trimmed bush,
sits pretty by the window,
forgetting her wild bloom.

Once upon a time, 
we were free!
And we didn't realize its worth...

I search for,
a whiff of fresh air,
in between two anxious breaths.

Like tigresses in the circus,
how we become "hunger artists"...
unable to hear, our own roar!


#lifeinthetimeofcorona #apartofmewantstofly