The Drive Back Home

Preparations The basket for the road warm stuffed bread Eggs, oranges Soda and water Candies and sour bites I make note Relationships setting out together preparing as thoughtfully would ensure essential coverage for the vagaries of long distances Unknown mood swings Unexpected feverish reactions Breakdowns and meltdowns Pit Stops The right timing and location Adventurous enough

Clouds

Clouds Dark, timeless, black diamond like With tassels of white dangling low silver chandeliers The city-scapes rising, reaching up Kissing hope Clouds Lacquer-like layers of cement Blue ice streaks throw incandescent light In brush strokes Tree tops playing along Seeking the serene Clouds Hugging close like a caring lover to the curves of country bridges Running

Have a Great Weekend!

  It was indeed a great weekend A diverse New York neighborhood A predictable Saturday evening Celebrating Rest, togetherness, gaiety A typical Nondescript night suddenly shaken by falling shreds of glass like confetti spectacular explosions heard across the river not fireworks Yet again A fearless declaration of dread by the faceless nameless shameless St. Cloud residents

Breaking into new boots

Self-Introspection or Breaking into new boots Quite the same process Both Take time weathering exposure random exploration Both hurt really bad sores that need just letting be Hobbling around with both is an arduous task be it a raw squashed ego due to self-introspection or a blistered toe due to new boots Both self-inflicted The rewards

Till we meet again

“Advanced Planning Services for Funerals” blinked the signboard as if apologizing for its own presence the casket and the flowers- check the obituary and a tombstone – check the wine and the music – check the prayers and the rabbi – check a guestbook – maybe? photographs – beyond budget! I walked in the ghostly

In dedication and with love To the women in my life who made #mylifematter

  To Jyoti, who literally and figuratively has been the light in my life Because, if she had chosen not to bring me into the world Or not held me to her breast when I was born That stormy Christmas night I would not have been! Epitomizing that every life matters She lit up for

The wings of commitment

You stepped into commitment so what? your wish is now your goal and there is no convenient alternative anymore commitment has no conditions that apply You hold each other’s hands fingers intertwined with promise today the marvel of that touch will forever be even when the fingers are no longer as lissome and the creases

The Reminder

the hills closer  to the tips of the clouds uplifting daring me to be powerful reaching out and letting go in tandem can be delightful stars beyond the clouds start to seek me as much as I seek them Formidable sometimes every step Yet fear playing the game and the pleasure is in the try

Work is Worship

Work Is Worship Sounds stranger than fiction in today’s world Where everything is about the special purpose About what is different About the unique in you About You But, as I grew up watching my grandfather, and my father and my mother I thought what I saw was a spark That came through a simple

All the World’s a Stage

Growing up, and older is about detachment Easier said than done though The patter of your baby’s first steps The unabashed pleasure at the toddler’s antics The acoustics of teenage chatter Being symphony to your ears Replaced and refreshed now Balanced with the sounds, sights and smells Of the broader world, a world not as