Love is ...

Love is pain;
without sacrifice;
you don't gain

Love is pure
like the glacier;
turns impure
through passage of years;
like the city river

Love is sin
you regret;
when you fall deep

Love is thirst
you can't satisfy;
with togetherness
or loyalty

Love is sweet poison
eating slowly;
your self worth
and pride

I write

I write stories
creating characters,
building places and scenarios,
inventing situations,
like Lord Almighty does,
though I am not God,
only his disciple,
entertaining my readers

I write dreams
from the nights,
where I enact scenes,
of protagonist/ antagonists
with background sounds
of my husband's snores

I write poems,
non-rhyming odes,
about life, love and passion
with embedded morals
and ironies of real world

Writing is air
to my dead soul;
Writing is warmth
to my cold soul;
Writing is
what I know the best

I write
to keep me happy;
I write
to make my readers happy;
I write
to drive my creative passion

The Goodbyes

Goodbyes hurts
when farewell occurs,
when it is time to leave,
memories of present

Goodbyes hurts
when loved ones desserts,
when it is time to move on,
leaving your impressions

Goodbyes hurts
when your dearest pet breathes last,
when their pain cuts,
every inch of your soul

Goodbyes hurts
when your memories fades,
when it is time to exit,
the world and relationships 

Adopt them, don't buy them

Adopt them, don't buy

Love them, don't hate them,

Free them, don't confine them

Cuddle them, don't kill them

They are bundle of joy from the same God who gifts us tiny 'us' called kids. Then why punish them for loving us.

Cherish them, not throw them

मेरी प्यारी बेटी

मेरी प्यारी बेटी;
अनोखी और निराली;
वो  दुनिया के लिए बोझ
लेकिन मेरी लिए शक्ति;

मेरी प्यारी बेटी
बड़ी शैतान और खिलाडी;
पर उससे भी बड़ी मनीषी;

मेरी प्यारी बेटी;
प्रकाशित करती
अंधकार मिटाती;
जहाँ वो जाती

Doggy tales

He teases me

with his licks;

He whines

when Adele sings;

His eyes shines

at sight of me;

even when I am not long gone

He is mischievous;

as well as gorgeous;

when he tears his favorite toy

or sits on the forbidden couch

He cuddles

when I am sad;

He wags

at the sight of treat;

He gobbles

anything he sees,

He chases bunny

tiny as him;

He hates cages

as well as vets

and baths;

He enjoys digging

anywhere and everywhere;

He loves walks,

meeting other dogs;

like his human 'pawrent'

He gets excited

at the word of parks;

He needs nothing

except warm love;

with hugs and kisses

and lots of treats;

He is my dog

from the heaven;

He is God's gift

very precious and special;

Tribute to mum

I am not going to post any poem this time. This post is just a tribute to all ladies i.e . wives and mothers who painstakingly balance life and struggles.  This women are important part of our busy lives. Imagining a day without them is worst nightmare. I have realized this many times before and after my marriage. But today after bruising my little finger due to accidental touch of hot vessel and preparing dinner and next day breakfast, I was amazed how mum would manage all these tasks especially preparing separate dishes to satisfy the tastes of every member of the house. Fortunately ours was nuclear family and later this practice was stopped.

However this practice of preparing dishes for every member of family is still practiced in conventional households. Maybe 80% of us were instilled by our society that their first duty is to be 'Masterchef' of the house and be expert or I can say we have to blame ourselves that we have given liberty to our loved ones to prepare their favorite dishes and we haven't gotten them  accustomed to these liberties.

Being Masterchef was just a part of her duty, she is part time janitor, finance manager, housekeeper (in case domestic worker is not employed) and teacher. She has to perform these roles irrespective whether she has day job or not. She does it 24/7 and she has no paid leaves or public holidays or sick leaves.I have one good question to all of us including me- Have we ever substituted her role with her for a day? I haven't. But when you are in one's shoes, you realize and it is too late.

We have taken them for granted many times. We have thrown our frustration on them. We have shared our sorrows as well as happiness to them. But we have never asked them their wants and desires. Daughters understand their mother once they become wives. But what about sons? Still our traditional Indian society feel pride over the sons. Thus they never realize the worth of their mothers and expect their wives to substitute this role.

Things are changing now with years passing by. The 'womanly' tasks are no longer confined to women. But there are still some things that can be changed. A smile or 'thank you' or even tiniest appreciation can bring them joy.