Tuesday, July 30, 2024

THE FIRST ONE

 16.30, the phone rings, ecstatic voice of my dad ' it's a girl'

Aug 8th, that evening, a little angel entered our lives

my feet rush to the hospital to glimpse this awaited addition.

She was ours, little Niharika.

The sun, moon, stars, all a blur for our family 

her wails, her burps, sneezes. smiles 

was what world seemed for our family in the next couple years.


Her smile cooling scorching summery Indian afternoons 

her warm hug soothing clattering cold mornings 

every pair of hands eager to hold her.


A stray dog caught her attention

her curiosity caught my dad's attention

and we got Snoopy, a cute fluffy dog.

a four-legged cutie who never left Niharika alone.


Half century of mine and my sis over

yet feels like yesterday her first smattered words

Anna kolakochy and Babuchi.


Her accidental choke on an ice cube 

blue, her lip colour stopped all our hearts for a sec. 

my mum's timely effort saved her, little did my mum knew 

hidden traits this little one would make her practice.


Fifteen years ago, this girl flew from her nest

today, building her own with warmth and love of Jamie.

A boy, whom my Mum adores a lot, maybe if not less

equal to Niharika. 


Jamie, welcome to our family. just as she is our first one

you are like our first son.  

Two matured adults, building their life brick by brick

We may be far away tucked in sands of Qatar

but just remember, there are still many pairs of hands 

eager to help you, hug you both and take care 

if you ever need us. 


Loads of love to the beautiful new couple.............

Tuesday, July 16, 2024

FOR YOUR EYES

 Thirty-two years over, yet words fumble 

a million images of you twined

in pores of my skin and heart

each visual races others pine

twenty-six letters of the alphabet

inept to qualify to conjure you.


Yet I attempt

a thin, quiet person, an engineer and employed 

elders chose for merger of my soul 

the only four descriptives applicable then. 

All of twenty-seven then, now inching to sixty

where did the years in between escape?


Caught in your warmth, your silly jokes

your rock-solid support, your snorting sounds

your flexible attitude, your snoring lullabies

your relaxed nature, your thrown socks on carpet

your pampered nods and your loud music


Years watch as  

grey hair replaces thick black curls

lines on neck appear for me to gaze

and listen your excited boyhood stories 

and happy childhood lanes.

Each lane traversed by me and Deeksha

multitude times.


A person whom we take for granted, 

a person for whom family matters most

a person who loves his job

a person who genuinely cares

a person who loves his routine

a person who taught us so much.

a person who shies from his own birthdays.


But today, 

a birthday worthy of mention

sixtieth, an year to remember

the last fifty-nine, passed well

lost a few close ones in the journey

 some added, each relation special. 


A mixed journey of hiccups and sneezes

aches and balms at some crossings

hugs and cuddles at others.


Forty more to go, 

oh no - your automated response

yet each new day, month or year

a journey, where if you turn

I would be there always for you.

Happy birthday, Kumar.





















Tuesday, July 2, 2024

HAND IN HAND

 An adorable pair, a cocktail of two warm hearts,

each besotted with love and respect for the other. 

Their open hearts seat everyone they know

friends galore be it in Dukhan, Doha or Mumbai.


His free spirited will, organising enthusiasm

and impulsive streaks are but a few of his charms. 

Sandy explorations to midnight drives, 

hot teas in watery seas to fourteen shots in tow

he, a perfect example to relish life's each moment.


Flowers and leaves, seas and birds, sun and the moon, 

her true besties, all aches and pains dissolved.

Her generous smile, her innocent nature

a trait winning hearts all around.


Her fish curry, her plum cake, each bring a cheer on his face

Dishes alien on her menu before now her expertise

Taste of Shrikhand specially, a sweet reminder of the month of March.


His searching eyes be it in a crowd or a group

constantly caring for her every subtle need. 

His unending helping gestures making 

her journey a smooth sail.


Arul Mama, Vaishali Mami, a duo adored by 

their nieces and nephews everywhere.


We all can never have enough of you, 

you both only grow better and better

just as wine in an oak barrel.


Twenty-five years flew by, twelve before my eyes

many more twenty-fives to follow, this enchanting bond 

of a couple whose partnership melted religions, languages

and our hearts away.