Witnessing you is my prayer


You of me are as I was of her

You will always be the compass

You point me to my inner prayer


Mama with her Sunday obsession

of baked marble cakes and fried butter scones

You of me are as I was of her

Order and routine is to your world as to hers

we may lament at times but you keep us all on our toes

You will always be the compass

Crossing milestones and touching landmarks

you power through, my heart beats in awe outside my body

You point me to my inner prayer


In the sameness that surprises

Of differences that define

Of puzzles, of brilliance, of patterns


Mama at her dresser table array

you peer into your compact, squinting into being grown up

in the sameness that surprises

I recall walking home from school into mama’s arms

I recount, often, walking home from work into your chatter

of differences that define

Your royal blue dress at high school prom

My ink blue outfit at your brother’s wedding

of puzzles, of brilliance, of patterns


Strung together, from mine and hers

You became an invitation to fairy lights

That dazzle and dim as they

evoke her magnanimity

possess my courage

define your grace


How to be beautiful


You are the magical elixir and the array of fountain lights

To the way the crisp autumn leaves color their edges
And the branches crackle in laughter with the snowflakes

You begin where assumptions end and continue where belief pauses
In the way you smile at the silly realities of loved ones
And freshness you stimulate through any air tunnels you ride

You defy the obvious and describe the mysterious
As you traverse the daily traffic
stir the crowds on new crossings
Or hold your breath on rollercoasters

Life caresses the palette you embody within your lean frame and almond eyes
It brings you journeys that are like trailing paths in hidden woods
And also pulls your dreams into a charismatic performance

May you always be the strongest friend to your lover, always be the lesson that inspires stories
May you learn to write with abandon and smile with deep connection
May birthdays only be one more reason to relish ideas of sunshine and make the moonlight your escort and may faith be sealed in your most challenging realities.

May you have the courage to embrace new journeys and may life unfold its beauty in the palm of your delicate hands

prayer is in the details

E0CA6CE0-59E5-4B4C-B21C-6A68550E4160do you pray with mind or heart?

do you bow your head or bow your soul

do you drape a scarf, wear your Sunday best or adorn a skull cap?

does it matter?

what does your praying voice ask for?

what does your prayer music thank for?

what does your prayer book say to you?

do you think about it?

when did you last feel ecstatic in His will?

when did you nourish good by words not deeds?

when did you last love like a sacred salutation?

will you try?

where did you stand when you gaze upwards?

where do you go when you need answers?

where do you find yourself dancing in abandon?

could you search?

why did you turn away your devrish?

why did you give names and bookmark humans?

why did you draw lines that cut over the pages of life?

can you pause?

Today, you awake frightened, startled

and sleep afraid, cautious

today, you question good in others

and are suspicious of your own

today, you hide scars

and defend vulnerabilities

What if tomorrow?

you make an effort to unlock the cages?

and let the tears run free?

To the wine and whiskey of my life


I stand looking upon a threshold and as the clock ticks to countdown, I want to say what I don’t say as often and will never present as well as you both do –

For my life and changing patterns, Mansi

You are you and you make me brilliant

indulging me with your ebullience

You brought to me courage in wishbones

Finding your home in heart and spaces unknown

unobtrusive yet ever present like a signature cologne

The photo clipped at the center of my gallery

You erupt in rich shades and deep hues like cranberries

We will step into doors and walk into places

You bring surety to me and shine a grandeur on the basics

For my blood and racing passion, Sanah

You are my voice no matter how much I may fall short

Will be my watchdog near, far and across the realms

You have(you said!!) my back when I ever cross a chasm

Our squabbles measure comfort

And your care is always triumphant

A storm is quick to tide over

Fiery warmth you bring helps glide over

Distance falls short they say when measured in blood

Differences mean no more when expressed in loving strokes

You are my wine and my whiskey

You are for me the beauty of commencement and the charm of continuity



To Papa,Sahir and Circadian rhythms

1A274E0B-F3E1-4D25-A7B7-6914BA83B6A8You, together are timekeepers of the family

Serve as an internal constant

The elder, you bring us an essence of dreams

The younger, you bring us an alignment of our days

One wakes us up to the cheer of new perspectives

The other relishes in reclaiming connections

Reciprocity that you both offer is compelling

Your passion, Papa,

and your meticulousness, Sahir

both much different, both magnetic

both keep us synchronized

with ourselves

with each other

Papa – 

you have and always will be a large man

large in how your shoulders spread themselves with pride

large in how your chest supports the many medal pins on your uniform

large in how your boots serve as a nest to the hiding kittens

large in how your palm cradles my teary face

large in how your eyes reflect my laughter

large in how you are the bastion of support to many

large in how you bellow opinions on television sets

large in how much and how deep your forgiveness runs

large in how you welcome life at its tempestuous best and its

torrential worst

large in how you can set everything right with unconditional love

large in how far you can push to adapt to changing rhythms

Sahir –

you have and will always be a meticulous man

meticulous in your choice of the roads you take

meticulous in your osmosis way of processing advice

meticulous in your calm patience and your edgy impatience

meticulous as the filter to Sanah’s synthesis

meticulous as the nuanced lighting to Mansi’s ecosystem

meticulous in your sure and silent decisions

meticulous in your embrace of the daily humdrum

meticulous in your inspirational commitment

meticulous in your boundaries as well as your explorations

meticulous in your simplicity and credible presence

Papa, Happy Birthday and cheers to celebrating newer, larger perspectives

Sahir, happy birthday and  a toast to making and keeping meticulous promises




All in a day’s work


cautious work does not enable extreme learning

and fractured bones are caused by lack of use

creating code makes a monotonous ticking sound

and survival is best tested through daily assessment

recognition of your own reward criteria triggers DNA modification

and ice packs barely sedate tired hurting eyelids

rhythmic hours that clock a parallel streaming into earbuds

and an appetite that is invested in just enough to serve as an insurance plan

mental muscles pull another wincing day through

and pause into the night, feed afresh into a vial of life each morn

work is just perception ; the rest is extraordinary resilience

and only the fatigue of will can be an obstruction to cope

interpretations abound; about work and life balance

and yet matters only when the kernel of dreams starts to crumble

invictus stays unafraid; deserving himself to the wind

and so you too may conquer the sky with your sore but sure footprints

climb with the wind in your face; content in perseverance

and let the waves of your hair, the dance of your arms

be unto itself a cocktail that bubbles an aphrodisiac

as you walk through the night into the horizon


for sanah, my prayer

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of sanah

your beauty breaking its way

through slits in the skyline

tears choke your hurrah

and then lend an edge

to its misty glow

fatigue marinates itself

into a rare restful sleep

navigating the tumble

of heart and soul

you draw your freedom

in a myriad crayon shades

as inane fleeting deadlines

intercept your compelling stories

you find nostalgia in the aroma

of your homemade treat;and

stay vulnerable in the strength

of those you love most

an endearing passion

wraps around your voice

as you allow your hands

to choreograph footprints

while you secretly vanquish

hidden gremlins on the stage

mermaid-like in mystery,

you explore depths in

the corals of your mind

relishing the obvious journey

still elusive like the fragrance

that lingers stoic and strong

after you empty a room

fragmented conversations

are forgotten for the sweetness

of drifting dreams; deep breaths

bubble life into wishing jars

confidence is locked forever

in the letters of compassion

etched on your wrist

as teacher and student

you read and write the world

and bookmark in your eyes

its rainbows and shadows

for sanah

as you unravel your own magic

find the rhythm in commotion

prize your heart’s possessions

for you belong to the twilight

that sings its lullaby

and are the dawn

that hums its chorus

you, my child, bring to life

the very force of nature

and many star strings

from the constellation

to which you belong

there is a reason

you are called “prayer”