Friday, June 25, 2021

The New Normal

 The streets are still the same

Whift of fragrance in the air

of flowers, of food, of sweat

this is the street, I have walked

many times, watching my step, avoiding broken path

careful not to kiss the floor


Bread must be earned

for the family to feed

vendors wait with their wares

for brave shoppers who dare


its the sense of freedom

that floated around

but that exists no more


all people express behind

their mask stoned

fear writ

across their eyes

handcuffed by sanitised cream

suspicious of deadly disease


I walk back behind closed doors

cooking washing hundred times

view from window is fair enough

the birds, the sky, the concrete hearts

thats my life, the new normal

watching lives through instalives

life stand still

Sole Traveller

 I am sole traveller

on a tight budget

travelling from one room to another

I see the world through small window

Facebook time lines, instalive

moving stories far and wide

tribal women

on mud stove

sharing cuisine, their mundane lives

they got net savvy 

in pandemic times


its a different world

i could have easily disappeared to Mars

nobody will miss me

at least for now

i connect easily

chit chat for hours

with strangers i never met

inner joy i do get

the roads are stretched far and wide

alone i explore the beauty

of the scenes unknown

in between

never ending dishes

washing hands

then utensils

tea time, lunch time, dinner, 

i have begun to skip evening snack


I am not sure

when i plan to return back

to the confused world

I lived in

walk down familiar roads

meet my friends

face to face

will i stretch my arms

for a warm reception

or will i continue to be

a lone traveller

walking from room to room

travelling forever

in cyber world.


Oh I wish I could find a company 

to travel with me.

Mumbai Rains in Pandemic Times

 Even though I am enveloped

inside Zoom Google meets

endless talks on ways of world

the sounds of rain continues to intercept

its soft whooshing sounds

its frightening shriek

the droplets dripping down the pane


No, i don't walk down

not in this rain

dare not go down the slippery streets

where cars like motorboats

whizz pass my lane

but then I have not

even when there were no rain


they tell me

the streets are flooded now

there is a lake view in every lane

though nobody uses the metro nowadays

the railway tracks are blocked again


Mumbai city, my concrete love

it disappoints me, time to time

Covid cases beat stock market

rain fizzles all travel plans

blame not people

Mumbaikars not bad

they have seen worst times

but still they dare.

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Diwali During Pandemic

 So this Diwali is going to be unique..

will wish everybody online...

dress up,

wear only new t-shirt or new stole..

skirt or pants not important..

the upper body matters..

do nice make up,

(dont worry about grey hair...its trending)

wear jewellery (if u must)..

prepare sweets just for urself..

if u wish to send..

connect with home chefs..

make nice lunch...traditional if u must

but eat alone..or with ur family..

or with ur next door neighbors

(they r family now..too close perhaps)...

Gift yourself a diwali goodies..
spend quality time in every room...
enjoy fresh air from your balcony...
pamper self..
Hopefully there will be no crackers..
so it should be quiet.
.but u can meditate in peace...
praying is trending,
non stop instalive is trending.
Stay safe..
be happy..
its not going to last forever ..
take care of your health
and dont go under depression.
Drink a glass of wine
(if u must)
Happy Diwali...to u and ur family and.....ur next door neighbors
Gitoo Shafizadah, Saloni Mirchandani Malkani and 35 others
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I Long To Go To The Seashore

 I so long to go to the seashore

To watch the birds dive above waters
The sun go slowly down to kiss the ocean
Leaving the blushing clouds behind
Hundreds of joggers walk on promenades
Seniors sit quietly as the wind caresses their cheeks
Children chirp and squeal, running to catch the rolling ball
Lovers find peace behind the rocks
Romacing the moments of eternal bliss.
Long time now
The memory fades
No one buys colorful wares
Vendors walk up and down the streets
Everywhere is virus scare

All Days Seems The Same

 All days seems the same

Morning wake up, 

night for sleep, 

hours between, 

home activities tweaked


Helper walks in to wash the dishes, 

clean the floor, 

dust the room. 

There is nothing much left for me to do

Except press keys on my phone

 to chat, 

to inquire 

if there will be some adventures to explore,

 or just watch 

visual, virtual, colorful images and endless shows

Is this new normal life?


Lost appetite,

 there is no taste

No more, 

all food tastes just the same..

sweet is sweet, 

sour is sour and

 bitter is oh so bitter

I long for travel

 to distant land

Capture the images of

Wind and sand

Meet new people

Shop new designs

But no incentive for such pleasures


Just black and white

 is new normal

Those who say their life is good

 are big liars

Too proud to admit 

that they are bored.


EveryBody Talks Of Shots Nowadays

 Everyone talks of shot nowadays

"Did you get fever"

"Did your arms ache"

They exchange notes, 

satisfied that they were not singled out.

Plans are made for travel to exotic places, 

just few night aft twenty eight days

Everyone dreams of perfect world

Where the world will come back to moving around. 

Will everybody walk free without a strip of mask, 

exchange greetings

With warmth and words?

Just two shots of vaccine will untie 

the knot of terror-a global virus..

do you really believe it so?


Inside Four Walls Of My House

 Time passes by

I have learnt to sit inside four walls of my house

The only long walk I take, no more in parks but on my 8th floor

From the window touching my bed, passing through my bathroom door, kitchen, living room, to lobby outside my main door, passing through three lift till the opposite closed room no 804 and back again.

Enough exercise for the day is to complete six rounds. Sometimes  might walk down to seventh floor and climb up again.

With me as my sole company, I  have learnt to argue with me,  i rest on my soft sofa close to the window and watch the sky change colors during the day from light blue to dark blue to pitch dark with twinkling diamonds on cloudless nights

Greedy crows visit me only if I have bread to share. On the days when I am generous I offer them mithai or crumbled fruit.

Friends I had once upon a time, I recognise them no more. 

Food has been my savior. My daily normal food has suddenly got exotic. English vocabulary puns behind my cheeks. Curd is now greek chilled yoghurt. Palak is local greens, chappattis are tortillas, fried potatoes -french fries, rolled up roti with left over food is wraps.

I buy fruits from farms all the way from Tons Valley at Uttrakhand, the hilly regions of north east India. I am supporting farmers who protest on the street. I tweet my support in 140 characters

My linen pyjamas with floral design are ordered from Surat. I invite my family to buy the same designs and we party on boothcamps, each one us chomping on same menu of samosas and mint chutney and cup of adrak wali chai.

Netflix and prime videos have replaced cable network, radio FM keeps the silence away, Endless podcast, instalives, zoom on, turn the needles of my wall clock I find no time to read, words overflow from pages of book begging for attention

Did you get Vaccine? Are you still alive? Next building is sealed with 13-15 new cases, the intelligent talk of the town are conversation on taking precautions, as if you dont know.

Time passes by

I have learnt to sit inside four walls of my house


To Eat Or Not To Eat

 To eat

or

not to eat??

Is the Question

 I ask thee.

In these Covid times,  

There are fines..

on even small things like puffed rice



Everybody Has Story To Tell

 Everybody has a story to tell

In this month of April

Droplets glide down the spine

Tingling every sensation

Mixed with words that weave a long tale

So although I sit by the window 

staring at blanket of sky twinkling with stars in row

I am transported to another world by poets

Awakened at Napowrimo.


Silence on Streets Are Back

 Silence is back on the streets 

After a brief moments of life

Of fresh air

Of happy smiles

Of hawkers selling their wares

Cutting chai

Batatawada

Samosas

Tempting aroma on busy streets

Even drove extra miles 

To a resort

To spend some happy hours

With friends

Laughter

Selfies

Potlucks

Those brief moments on rainbow canvas

Is now a dream

Till this deafening silences

Stops to shriek.


Home Haven

 Here I am in my home haven

It was delight to feel the calm within

But now the silence crowds inside out

I want to tear its folds and reach

The warmth of people, the smiles, the touch

The happy hours

Of chats and food

The naughty jokes

In between.


Monday, March 29, 2021

On My Own In Pandemic

 Time passes by

I have learnt to sit inside four walls of my house

The only long walk I take, is no more in parks
but on my 8th floor
From the window touching my bed,
passing through my bathroom door, kitchen, living room,
to lobby outside my main door,
passing through three lift
till the opposite closed room no 804
and back again.
Enough exercise for the day
is to complete six rounds.
Sometimes might walk down
to seventh floor and climb up again.
With me as my sole company,
I have learnt to argue with me,
I rest against my soft pillow
close to the window
and watch the sky change colors
during the day
from light blue to dark blue to pitch dark
with twinkling diamonds on cloudless nights
Greedy crows visit me
only if I have
bread to share.
On the days when I am generous
I offer them mithai or crumbled fruit.
Friends I had once upon a time,
I recognise them no more.

Food has been my savior.
My daily normal food has suddenly got exotic.
English vocabulary puns behind my cheeks.
Stale curd is now greek chilled yoghurt.
Palak is local greens,
chappattis are tortillas,
fried potatoes -french fries,
rolled up roti with left over food is wraps.
I buy fruits from farms
all the way from Tons Valley at Uttrakhand,
those hilly regions of north east India.
I am supporting farmers who protest on the street.
I tweet my support in 140 characters
My linen pyjamas with floral design
are ordered from Surat.
I invite my family to buy the same designs
and we party on booth camps,
each one us chomping
on same menu
of samosas and
mint chutney and
cup of Adrak Wali Chai.
Netflix and prime videos
have replaced cable network,
radio FM keeps the silence away,
Endless podcast,
instalives,
zoom on, google meets,
turn the needles of my wall clock
I find no time to read,
words overflow from pages of book
begging for attention
Did you get Vaccine?
Are you still alive?
Next building is sealed with 13-15 new cases,
the most intelligent talk of the town
are conversation on taking precautions,
as if you don't know.
Time passes by
I have learnt to sit inside four walls of my house
May be an image of indoor

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Friday, January 15, 2021

All Days Seem The Same

 All days seems the same

Morning wake up, 

Night for sleep, 

Hours between, 

Home activities tweaked


Helper walks in 

To wash the dishes, 

Clean the floor, 

Dust the room. 

There is nothing much 

Left for me to do

Except press keys 

On my phone to chat, 

To inquire 

If there will be some adventures 

To explore,

Or just watch 

Visual, 

Virtual, 

Colorful images

Endless shows


Is this new normal life?

Lost appetite,

There is no taste

No more, 

All food tastes just the same..

Sweet is sweet, 

Sour is sour and

Bitter is oh so bitter


I long for travel

To distant land

Capture the images of

Wind and sand

Meet new people

Shop new designs


But no incentive 

For such pleasures

Just black and white

 Is new normal

Those who say 

Their life is good

 are big liars

Too proud to admit 

That they are bored.


Monday, July 20, 2020

Big Mamma Never Listens

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

My Friends And I

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
Calling
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

Beaded Canvas

Two weeks ago
She didn't exists
There was no song
Nor piano with music
I created this
Goddess of canvas
Crystal by crystal
Pasted each piece
Twenty-two shades of love
Shaping this form
With my mind still
No cluster of thoughts
Nor any Distractions
Eyes strained
Finding each crystal
Behind magnifying glass
As in meditative moods
It has finally
Revealed itself
With a life of its own
Has a story to tell
From beginning to the end
Will one day shine
Adorn the walls
Of my living room
But not now
Not yet
It still waits
Incomplete

Virus in my Phone

Virus walked into my phone
Caused sore throat, silent chat
It lay helplessly by my side
Too weak to make a stand
Fifteen days more to go
Me, my phone in lockdown
I looked for a book to read
Or a spiritual hymn to chant
But hardly had an hour passed
Missed I my virtual cloud
What s new in my social land
Craved I to understand
Reviewed the days of no cyber net
Survive I did for years
Honing on my other interests
Hobbies, travel, writing on pads
Well stocked I was in my house
With needles threads and hooks
Paint brushes, canvas, pencils , paints
These all were my best friends
Everything had faded away
Since media filled those gaps
Addiction is hard to avoid
When you are on virtual stands
Online I read everything, Newspaper, recipes, pranks
Inspired by work, interests, goals
That are posted by my friends
With phone in lockdown mode
No cough, sneeze just flu
Cut off I am, from outer world
Know not what do.I do
There has to be some solution
Cannot stay alone by me self
Great are people who march for retreats
Meditate to find themselves
I find myself in my links
My family my groups, my friends
They send me messages night and day
To cheer me when I am clanked
I walk toward my desktop screen
To consult my Google friend
With trials and errors, clicks here and there
For some medication research
There is a remedy for every illness
I only need to understand
And lo behold , after few hours
I finally find a snap
My head is heavy
My eyes are strained
At staring on the screen too long
But learnt I did, to reboot my sick machine
It's healthy once again...

My neighbours in Lockdown

Day was spent Talking to my neigbours
Over a phone call
On regular days
I would just open the door to ask if they are well.
Lockdown has trapped me
Chained me inside my house
I see the birds
Happily fly
Under the blue sky
But here I am
Quaranteened
The distance between the neighbors grows wider
"How are you?" I ask I can hear the happiness in her voice
She tell me how lonely she has been,
With aches and pain crushing her all day To get a listening ear is a treat.
I tell her
"This too shall pass.
Just keep faith in God"
She says
"Its her God
Who is talking to her through me."
Most lonely are the senior people
Who live all alone
With no live-in helper at home
They struggle with daily chores.
They wont take favors from nobody But are too weak to do it themselves.
Out of compulsion,
At my conviction They finally ask for help
To fetch for them some medicines
And buy a loaf of bread...

There Is Virus in the Air

I cant keep my Hands.
All to myself
They don't obey me
They swing beyond my control
I Follow their every move
But still they touch my face
Look they go up again
Checking if I need a shave
There is virus in the air
All germs scattered on floor
If sweeping could help
I would throw them out doors
I keep my hands on sides
Every hour I sanitize
How can I relax
My nose itches so bad
Look they go up again
Crawling on my face
They dont obey me
They swing beyond control
There is virus in the air
All germs scattered on floor
If sweeping could help
I would throw them out doors
What do I do with Hands
that never follow
Any rules
Have quaranteened them
Tied them to the stool
Wont let them touch that pole
Wont let them turn the bolt
Wont let them ring the bell
I keep them behind my back
Have cross my hands across my chest
So I never lose control
But still these hands
They play with my hair
There's virus in the air
All scattered on the floor
If sweeping could help
I would throw them out doors
I am walking carelessly
With hand in pocket hole
For greeting my friends I
Simply join my hands
Or raise my hands to head
to say soft salaam
Wont let them shake the hands
Just say a simple hello.
There is virus in the air
All scattered on the floor
If sweeping could help
I would throw them out doors

Thursday, July 02, 2020

A2Z April Challenge Z is for Zeal

Z is for Zeal
I stopped counting the moons
Outside my window
Terror spreads
Millions of people choked to death
People mourn alone in grief
Around the world
Economy dips
Money, status, position mingled in dust
Life comes to stand still
Or does it?
Prayers
The only scope
I stretch my arms till they reach the sky
To grab the clouds of
courage and patience
To work with renewed
zeal and energy
Hoping
Life returns to normalcy.
Soon.
@Pushpz
Z is for 'Zeal"

A2Z April Challenge Y is For Yellow

Y is for Yellow
Days have transformed from yellow to grey
Routine is a distant dream
We ran like an athlete
To reach 9:10am fast train
Had friendly chat with familiar faces everyday
For strangers we had smiles
On our return trip at 5pm
We saw them peeling peas,
Or scaling garlic in the train compartment
Some of them knitted booties
Some sang Bollywood songs
Some simply dozed throughout their train ride.
Life has changed its course
Work comes home
Through cyber space
At any odd hours
You juggle with household chores before you can finish your office assignment of the day.
Always angry is the boss
Who makes too many demands
Understands not the woes of family members
Clustered together all hours of the day
And night
Everybody seeking their own space.
Always hungry
Mobile phones click notifications
Work schedules confused
Day and night is the same
Nobody watches the clock anymore
Miss those moments when dawn shafts pierced steam.
The day would start with musical note of happiness.
The sun appeared at horizon
Its warm yellow rays filtered through tinted glass windows
Bringing sunshine and vibrancy in moods
Working from home and working at workplace is not the same.
It never was.
@Pushpz
Y is for 'Yellow"

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