Wish Finds…

Wish not to get the equilibrium displaced with change that accompany relationship. Love, life and light banters are refreshing. A mental note added, a detour is possibility.

Bags readied

for scheduled journey

lay lost in the corner stand.

 “I hear you not complain this time. ” He teased.

“I love the game of independence, in dependence.” I smiled.

Wish finds its way.

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Love…

Love didn’t speak to me…

Embracing everyone with kindness;

Forgave him, her, me and I.

Is it Ephemeral?

Judge not…  for, it’s conduit;

Gratitude abundant.

“Show us your path?”

“None….” Resonated.

Feelings of tranquillity settled;

Mind listened and my heart hummed.

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Chorus

Ringing

 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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Mother

Mother,

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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