of temple bells,

set to chorus;

          Her anklets,

            Tinkling softly;

                Lover’s whisper…

     Heart traced,

Soul claimed;

Her belief, her way.

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Weigh Not…

That particular morning

She dressed in her white chiffon,


An elegant maxi dress

Not have been her taste for long;


She wore it but that day

Hoping to keep the wish


Her loved ones, once had expressed,

Remained elusive since then,


With no frills attached.

She gave a second look.


That day was not hers;

Theirs, for sure.


“Weigh not our love for you”

The eyes that had met hers, said.


Love spoke not much for itself

For she had become love herself.


I reread the last passage on that morning.


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When I sit to write,

I’ve words that assemble gently ,

at times with an unknown assertion.

Each one a sentence,

Pages to many short stories.

Selfless and unconditional

Words of love and care,

Spiritual and emotional milieu;

Oscillating between a situational teacher ,

Otherwise a friend;

Lessons unplanned yet taught,

Each one a description.

From your scribbled recipes

And shared values of tradition,

There’s never a day without references;

I seem not to have grown any bigger.

But, I like it when said,

I look like you.

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Bright side of yellow glows inside;

Seasons change, autumn shades.

“I am enough,” said the pollen

“Bright enough for me. ”

And hovered the bee.

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Red Rises

Deep down,

Snakes danced rhythmically;

A double helix pattern rising.

Strands of DNA vibrated

When lotus petals unfolded;

Deep red rising.

Overwhelmed with love

Jubilant Inner child sang;

Gibberish to ears, message to soul.

I accepted wholeheartedly.

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