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

April Challenge- day 4- Gifts

#napowrimo #April #day4 #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

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

#napowrimo #dailymeme #April #day3 #30dayschallenge

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

#napowrimo #dailymemes #day2 #april

April Challenge - April Fool

She reads

00:08 · 

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 

#shortstory#children #microfiction #55words #reading #bookstagram

Don't Mention

Fingers

Holi

House Help

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

Addiction