Merry-go-round

 A slight gravid pause,

carousel at the peak-point.

Wild breezy laughters.

Written for video prompt by hellokoo from Insta-fam

Welfare unto all

Rab Rakha

Father's day

Fragrant dreams in our eyes,
that bear the scent,
of your sweat and sacrifice,
and that unmistakable
gleam of pride,
in your moist eyes,
as we fly.
Fledglings of your nest,
we are because you are.

Happy Father's day

Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Patchwork of life

Slivers peeking through oriels,
cherished intricate tapestry,
woven together on the loom,
with bits and pieces, all appliqued,
this patchwork of life, breathtaking.

Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

For Ma

Our identities,
your reflections, in bitparts.
Proudly, your daughters.

Rangon ka tyohar

Best wishes for a Holi filled with sweet moments and memories to cherish for long.

Let this festival burn all negativity and bring positivity in life. May our lives be filled with vibrant colors.

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#welfareuntoall #rabrakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Waste to wonder

Last month we had a family get together and we visited this place in New Delhi - The Waste to Wonder Park - a unique theme park. The park features the miniature replicas of iconic seven wonders of the world, created from industrial waste,  auto parts, cycle chains, car engines, truck springs, petrol tanks and what not. From The Taj Mahal to The Colosseum, we relished every single creation... Delhi sun, street food, family... Some memories...my throwback to the visit in 100 words

Crafted from waste,
scrap here, cast-off there,
the metallic replicas
of wondrous monuments, glisten.
Something like,
broken cups remade with gold.
History playing hide and seek
on that sunny Sunday noon.
The curious explorations,
bewildering;
revelations that follow,
mesmerizing.
Happy squeals,
zealous spirits,
awe-inspiring moments.
The structures,
coming alive
with our innocent laughter.
Oh! One perfect world tour.
From waste to wonders
and a walk
through those wonders, wonderful!
Throwback to that tickled time,
spent with tribe.
Throwback to that history class,
attended with friends.
Throwback to lively fragments
of time frame.
Handful of pictures.
Bag full of rich memories.

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Growing up

Cotton candies to elaborate meals, 

in the twinkling of an eye, 

the whole paradigm shifts, 

Young and undaunted, 

the soulful song of spirit, 

forever crooning. 

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Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Picstories

Pictures,

in black, white, grey

and beautiful colors of the pallet,

unstained

with the insistence of being liked,

unedited memoirs,

undisputed testimonies

of being joyously alive.

Such pictures that tell

our stories,

that echo the sweet times.

Digital albums,

suddenly bereft of

such pictorial verses.

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PHOTO PROMPT COURTESY TED STRUTZ

Round the corner

Lanterns light the night,
gala greetings float in air.
Oh! I yearn for you.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #PoetryPrompt #Challenge #274 Air & Lantern

Welfare unto all 🤗
Rab rakha!!! 

Rakshabandhan special

A twisted affair,
such knotted, entangled bonds,
love and spats criss-crossed.

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Song birds

Delicate ties of fragile thread,
running deep, profound.
Birds from flock,
defined by feathers, flights and songs,
bonded by blood, wired by sacraments,
we grow.
We change. We drift. We wander.
We stay. Rooted. Connected. Enduring. Surviving.
The knot secure but loose,
allowing enough space
to hold “me” and "mine” together.
The elements of zodiac,
the air, earth, water and fire,
so distinct and yet so dependent.
And like the constants of linear equations,
we reside in hearts.
Consistently. Continuously.
Subtle whispers,
slightest ripples
are enough
to stir us for each other.
For we are all but
large parts of one another.

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And Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt 

Home-coming

The lush greens,
the darks, the lights, the mediums, the browns,
blending in perfect proportions,
washed,
rather bathed and cleansed with rain,
dancing and swaying merrily
in refreshing cool breeze,
hailing, heralding,
extending that embalming hug.
The glacial bite seeping through pores,
reviving the parched soul.
Thirst quenching.
Oh! It had been a while.
But, what a welcome?
The hills are happy.
The daughter is home.

Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #110 Glacial

Fast lane

Though flawed, yet stunning,
the sunkissed-memory lane,
too much and too fast.


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Spin

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Vernal

Verdant vestiges,
vanishing vernal visions,
vex the vasculars.

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Naïve neophyte

Naïve neophyte,
nano-sized brittle nursling,
laugh envelopes all.

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Cousin connection

Casual outings,
unplanned dinners on the go,
the cousins connect.

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Fumbling

Fumbling steps,
steadied by your finger,
balance of life literally wrapped around it.
My tomorrows all assured.
It was only yesterday.
Seemingly so.
Though it has been good two decades.
Er.. Slightly more than that.
Today, I stand, unfaltering,
in pink blush of bride-to-be.
My steps are steadier now,
after years and years of running around you.
But as the future stares at me,
deep within,
I crave the envelope
of that one finger of yours.
The surety it promised.
The confidence it inspired.
Today, I wish
I could go back in time
and fumble my steps all over again.

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Nescafe shaker

Today, my good old
Nescafe shaker died.
It was just 16.
Yes.
My 16 year old shaker
died today.
From fatal injuries.
A crack at bottom,
and a crack in lid.
Both ill-fated.
Ah! If only,
the concept of bandage
worked for shakers.
May be not all shakers.
But for this one at least.
I would have bandaged
and nursed its wounds.
Antiseptics too
lest some infection developed.
Proteins for recovery.
Just like it made one for me.
Every morning.
I still remember the day
ma gave it to me.
For the sheer versatility it offered.
Sweetened shakes. Spiced buttermilk (Punjabi style). Lemonades.
Young in taste. Motherly in serving.
And I had evolved before it.
It had taught me to swirl.
To that “nescafe shake shake shake,
I wanna make make make”
It had born my change of tastes too. Silently.
Served me sincerely. Till yesterday.
And then it fell.
And breathed its last.
It is survived only by the stirrer attachment.
Rest in peace, my good old friend.
It is from you that I have drawn my strength.
Nutritionally speaking.
P. S. The new shaker does not have that familiar warmth.
Nor that stirrer attachment.
If you understand what I mean.

Familial-fun

From parents’ laps
to holding di’s hand,
and having fun with cousins,
I brought the entire trivia with me.
While you all were busy packing
my “trousseau”,
I was stuffing my heart
with our shenanigans .
And when it was time to say good bye,
I trusted myself totally to
the power and prayers of
the blood bonds, the “rakhi” bonds,
the friendship bonds,
and crossed the threshold.
One lifetime with you all
is so insufficient.
Distant now, ever in my heart,
I miss you all.
I literally order
the gathering clouds
and whispering winds,
to shower my hugs. Daily.

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