Saturday, February 01, 2020

Chilly Windy Mumbai Freeze

A scar on my leg
A raw scraped skin,
I limp to answer the doorbell
Friends walk in with cooked meals
There is fried rice, some spring rolls
And veggies in sour sauce
Food, always an excuse
For us to meet
We eat, we chat
Pain goes to sleep
Its chilly, windy, Mumbai freeze

Some days are dull
When pain puts you off to deep sleep,
the moon waits
Shining behind the window pane
Till strength come back
Unknown to the world
U lay on bed, uncaring
Too weak to move
To breathe in the fresh air
Although its chilly, windy, Mumbai freeze

There is chatter of kids
Out in the lane below
Loud sound of Azaan
From mosque close by
its time for prayers
Some beeps of cars
A moving traffic
A crazy motorcyclist
Zooming by
We sit by window
My friends and I
Love is in the air
Its chilly, windy, Mumbai freeze

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Celebrating Lohri

All dey people walking this way that way
Shaking their heads, mumbling happy Lohri
Dey drummer beating dey drums loudly
I closing ma ears so I hear it softly
Women dey dressed in ethnic shiny clothes
Dancing with their friends in muddy naked toes
Me I dey ask aunty will she tango with me
Uh uh..
But bIg mamma, she never listen O

Friend pulling my arm, asking me to stand beside her
Long queue look like centiped rope
Everybody in queue holding paper plates
Hungry people waiting patiently for dey turn
There is pulao, bread, bhajiya and mix vegetables stew
Big mamma telling me
It is free food
fill your plate, eat till you drop dead
Me I dey ask aunty who paid the bill
Uh uh
But big mamma she never listen O

In the centre of the compound is the burning flame
With red orange tongue wagging as in a game
People going round, round, round the flame
throwing popcorn, til laddoos on the ground
Too much food stuff on the floor
More people come with more popcorn, laddoo
Me I dey ask aunty why people wasting so much food
Big mamma say that they are praying to dey God of flames
Me I dey ask again why they wasting food
Uh uh
But big mamma dey never listen O

Everybody pouting and clicking selfie
Everybody busy on their phone
Nobody hearing the phone conversation
But people l chatting on the line
Texting is better than talking aloud
Me I dey ask aunty why people use their phone
They should be praying and praying to God alone
Uh uh
But big mamma dey never listen O

Big mamma she dey want to sit by herself now
Me I dey ask aunty can we go home
Big mamma say fun has just begun
Uh uh
Me I dey no answer nothing O

Friday, April 05, 2019

April Challenge - day 5- Mumbai

Dear heart, its difficult living here
People pushing, running, as if to reach an event
But, its my Mumbai, my city, my love, my dear

At red, orange, green light, you may turn a deaf ear
To honking that go non stop, your patience spent
Dear heart, its difficult living here

Lip-smacking street food at every corner in high gear
See, he is eating Pani-Puri, now that's evident
Hello! My city, my love, my dear

Pity! I see pockets of slums, behind high rise in clear
Garbage, filth, naked children beg in neglect
Dear heart, its difficult living here

Strangers in local train may share their beer
At the click of a button, Uber, Ola are present
It's my Mumbai, my city, my love, my dear

A city that's bipolar with colourful headgear
People here are friendly, happy hundred percent
Dear heart, it may be difficult living here
But, its my Mumbai, my city, my love, my dear

Thursday, April 04, 2019

April Challenge- day 4- Gifts

Gifts bring smile on every face
Though we know not if its for keeps
They may lay unopened in some corners of a room
Or lie hidden inside our purse
Forgotten from the memory for days and months
Till upon a chance we find its use
What values are the gift of selfish motive?
A promotion, a favor, a preferred friendship
In exchange for a favorable seat?
Had we toiled hard with steady mind
Success is a gift we are sure to find
What values are the gifts given out of compulsion?
Bridal showers, dowry deeds
If you cannot afford must
you give?
Every penny earned with respect, honor
is a gift we can truly own.
Gift have a hidden heart
Wrapped with much love and concern
Covered with ribbon of joy, gratitude, happiness
Expecting zero returns
Everything we achieve
Everything we are
in life
is a gift

Wednesday, April 03, 2019

April Challenge - Artist

During the hour of painting
I see you in pensive mood
Clothes lay scattered at your feet
begging for a laundry spin
Used utensils crowd at the kitchen sink
Phone off the hook, no social calls
a stained apron on your chest, 
your uncombed hair falls
Dressing of canvas is always on your mind
Brushes and easel set upright
It's an hour for you to be
in meditative mood
Does every stroke, tone, shade
clear the cobwebs off your mind?
Worries, heartaches tensions
Have you brushed aside?
Red blue green mingle in a story clips
I see you completely relaxed
The clock silently ticks
The calmness of your mind
shifts upon the canvas
Vibrant colors string a playful tune
There is magic in the air
Woah! My friend artist
Your painting is alive

April Challenge - Sizzlers

When friend makes sizzlers
Just stand and watch
There is technique to master
You wont learn if you talk
The carrots and the beans
Chopped just right
Broccoli mushrooms tomatoes
tossed and blanched slight
Deep fry sliced potatoes
Crispy and brown
Dress the sizzling plate
with cabbage and rice
Wear kala chasma
Hold fork and spoon
A napkin on your collar
Hungry smile in your eyes
Pour barbeque sauce
Wave at smoke in the room
The drama will happen
When you hear the sizzling tune
Sizzle sizzle sizzle
Waste no time
Chomp away the veggies
Gratitude with every bite
Its hot, its spicy
A dribble with a rhyme
Finish every morsel
With a cool glass of wine

April Challenge - April Fool

She reads

She could not read, but she knew how to flip the pages of a book, She had seen her mother do so many times. The graphics in the book caught her attention. She knew there was magic in there. She ran her fingers over the printed page, slowly tracing the curves on the design ..she smiled 

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Thursday, March 14, 2019

Missed Turn

My Visit To Beas

Last week I went to heaven
"Deposit your mobile before you enter the gates"- they said
It seemed unrealistic to me
to survive without any contact with outside world
hundreds of message would go unread
videos and forwards, jokes and chats
What if there was an emergency?
would the day follow night and the night proceed?
I thought I was indispensable, orphan, lost.
But the choice had to be made
to select the best
with heavy heart, I peeled off my android, I shed my fears
bare and unprotected, I entered gates of heaven
The air was crisp, weather cold
sun peeped sometimes behind heavy clouds.
Dressed in layers I walked alone 
through long, wide roads, not a speck of dirt
clean empty streets, manicured trees
beige lacy walls, red and white bricks
uniform architecture as far as eyes could see
dotted with different shades of greens
Positivity and praise of lord on every leaf
there is in universe just one theme
call him by Allah, Ram, or any name,
All sermons said - search within
see the light, follow the sound
drop off cloak of ego, anger, pride
walk with confidence and with faith
To reach your goal
cleanse your soul
Days were spent on long green bench
listening to stories, some mystics, some sad
people, young and old, from all walks of life
each bend from heavy cross on shoulders of their own
no man is perfect, nobody spared
happiness and stress, health and wealth
uneven distribution of karma in life that is fair
Days continued to follow night
Messages in my mobile must lay in pile
I was free, like a stream, I went with the flow
no distraction, no detours
not a minute was I bored
As a special guest, I imagined some chimes
Miracles happened each time
comfortable bed
Tasty food
systematic management of every kind
This was the heaven on earth, a spiritual respite.
Beas, a gated colony
where my spiritual Guru resides

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