savera

Naya savera laaya phir se nayi umeed
Mitti par kheenchi kiranon ne nayi lakeer
Kehta hai sooraj ise muthhi mein bhar lo
Aalasya chhodo, jeevan mein khushiyan kuchh jodo
(Priya)
2.10.2015
Suprabhat!

devil within

when the Devil within
steps out
and wolves down
a little princess
why does the mother
not seek forgiveness
and hang her head
in shame
why does she ascribe blame
to anything or anyone
except her own son
(priya)
18.10.2015

diwali

diwali approaches

flowing silk saris
embroidered stoles
versace and jimmy choo

kundan meena and pure gold
fresh coats of paint
on faces and walls

candles diyas and urlis
silver ceramic terracota bespoke

red green blue glittering lights
bright cheery sofa fabric and throws

dhoop agarbatti camphor lamps
wind chimes dream catchers new and old

music fire crackers appetizers aperitifs
food laden tables ----- with pride she beholds
the immaculate preparations
while they prepare to sweep roads
the day after
of the debris of celebrations
(priya)
23.10.2015

a rainy day

the drizzle sent me scurrying
back to the hole I call öffice
it would not do, you see
to walk in the rain
beneath the canopy
of red cotton and kachnar trees
and return with rain drops
dancing on my eye lashes
it would not do to have
a song in the heart
that can't be silenced
we are a sombre lot
we run the nation
it matters little
that most of it
is a delusion
(priya)
5.11.2015

spring

curled at the edges
golden brown
gently wafting down
to cover the ground
with fond reminiscence

spring is on its way
fresh memories I will make

dawn

the smooth silent stillness of dawn
speaks to something inside me
that does not return
till next the sun streaks
the early morn

journey

The rain drops are on a
leisurely journey
the tree is tall , you see
when the lowest branches
gleam with speckled dust
I know the journey is complete

chidren

like the leaf that floats because
one surface caresses the water 
and the other the sun 
one must always know 
that if the child holds on 
with the left hand, with the
right one has to let go of
(pvks)

winter memories 2

sand roasted crackling peanuts
pepper flavoured sweetness of gud
oranges on sun soaked terraces
the laughter and banter of childhood!

winter memories

‪#‎WinterMemories‬
splashes of joie de vivre
razais in vivid floral patterns
newspapers to seal door cracks
and create a warm, safe haven