somewhere

the sun sets

the moon rises

the heart never forgets

that first moment 

when my baby cried

looked into my eyes

and for the first time smiled

i will always love you to the moon and back

you know why

twenty summers

how the years have gone by

 

~HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY TO MY AWESOME SON, NIRANJ~

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the last time we met

it was a warm summer day

we sat across a table

was it april or may

we talked about the weather

politics and politicians

drank green tea

and talked more about music and musicians

we walked around the garden

with silence our loyal companion

making sense of the mixed emotions

another long-awaited reunion

we are like the stars are we not

seem close but are miles apart

amidst the formality was there a moment

where we wished it was not the time to depart

it was probably

just my own wishful thinking

one can cry

with no tears streaming

just around the corner

another summer

if we meet again

i promise i will be braver

i will look deep into your misty eyes

and remember all that we have been through

when you say tell me

i will whisper green tea makes me blue

 

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i welcome the angst

into my mind

there is a pause

to the grind

time

to ponder

find you

let my mind wander

become still

reach the place

where i can let go

be one with you…solace

 

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amidst gray skies

that cried silently all-day

the winter sun rose

on february’s second day

missing someone

who loved like no other

beautiful woman

a special mother

summer flowers

monsoon rain

an abundance of memories

and pain

for life

without you

for many

a rainbow without hue

 

 

Dedicated to dear Hema Aunty…

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i hope

i am not on your lists

this winter

for seasonal gifts

don’t bother

going to the store

for what I need

is not some stuff and more

i want to make memories

share a meal and sip some wine

this winter all I really want

is the gift of kindness and time