Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Divine Submission

Over the years I had seen my 'nani' diminishing in size
she had truly become nani (puny in Gujarati)
while she took her last few breaths
my mother and i placed our hands in hers
I felt the texture of the rough lifelines etched onto the old palms
the only visible line (as per palmistry) stood for a strong independant character
I looked at the vanishing line once again and
realised that this pulsating line would live through my mother and further down through me
I looked at nani in admiration and I was thankful to God for having united us
and we knew we would keep her spirit alive
the pyramid of three hands to me,
represented three generations of gritty women- and many more to come....

Butterfly Kiss

With fuscia pink and bright orange hues
she flutters around, spreading her wings
lands on my cheek, bats her eyelashes
and gives me a butterfly kiss

The Body Work-Shop

They say to reconnect with your soul you need to feel hollow and empty
you gain this level of consciousness through meditation, rigourous yoga
however there is another form of consciousness that you reach
when you have to reconnect with your body-
and all the tissues and cells of your body-
when your body craves for attention, the mind and the soul have to comply and make the sacrifice.
the blood in your veins rush in hysteria to be bonded with those you love
at this moment you are encompassed by your closest inner circle
you are almost knitted into a tiny clutch bag
weft and woven perfectly until you're ready once again to be shown off to the world outside.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Batman begins

In the dark hours of the night
when u try to take a wink or a shut eye
the mind plays the nocturnal bird
it looks for a prey
and sings aloud
it flies across from one branch to another
then after circling in the sky
snoozes like an owl when the morning alarm rings

end of good 'Times'

Good times are empowering
good times teach you to be humble
good times lift u up n set u free
good times arrive when u have been thru the worst
they come as a reminder, as a ray of hope
to bring in the best, all thats vibrant n radiant with joy
ure back in the game the same old fool,
to rejoice n bask in the days of glory
even though they might be numbered
to make the most of the bundle of moments, called life..

Saturday, February 13, 2010

-Dilemma-

u look to the left and to the right
weighing options, pro n contra
u stuck between the devil n the deep blue sea
what would you choose?

thoughts race in ur head
the pulse runs faster
u must take a deep breath
eyes closed ..wait for the surreal moment
n just let it be...

when the moment is right
time for fight or flight
just do it!!!
and do not look back
let the strength come from within..

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Sister Act




What do you know about sisters?
Sisters fight ,sisters go green with envy
they cannot bear each other's mirror image
nor accept the other's striking contrasts.
sisters care n sisters share
they protect and defend each other's interests
yet if threatened they snarl n lash back
but when left alone together they can really rock!
a single holiday brings them to unite
forgetting age old respites in a jiffy!

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in early Spring i flew over the Trans-Alantic sky from Germany
to the Big Apple, where my sister worked
the first night we tripped on the Colombian drink Aquardiente
we laughed our heads out while we learnt to move our hips to Spanish music
we would take the B52 to the Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass (DUMBO)
n gorge on a Grimaldi pizza or the Hot Chocolate at Jacques Torres
we would sit up in the night watching movies from Netflix,
she would snooze amidst the film,tired from work
she would leave a 10 dollar bill every morning while i'd be asleep
I would set out to walk in the city, read books in parks
or catch a film festival, or buy groceries.
at evening we would meet at 27th Street
and head to The Village to a German or a Sake Bar
or indulge in Korean cuisine at Seoul Garden-
which resembled a Chinese communist canteen-
sometimes we would sit up at Union Square park
n sip on the Apple Cider from the Farmer's Market
or window shop at the gorgeous Chelsea Market,
we would try out Ethiopian and Venezuelan food


or just settle down for our own Indian Kati rolls,
one night we had an Indian dawat for our colombian friends
with Shahi Biryani over a screening of Seventh Seal.
one time we reminisced the classical Hindustani song
we made some spicy masala tea and
listened to 'Madhuban mein Radhika naach re'
and i gave her the traditional hair champi and
Carlos had walked in and said 'I can smell herbs.'
one weekend we went to a museum called Dia Beacon,
the train traversed little fishing villages along the mighty Hudson River
tempted to have fish fingers, we returned to NY and cooked onion n aloo pakoras
n sipped Rooafsa
we also made short trips to Boston and Philly.
On our last weekend we went to Paul's place at Hoboken
and cooked lobster with cilantro rice

i left NY on her birthday, I picked up her favourite umbrella from MOMA
and while she loved my gift she snapped 'did you have to go today you nut'
tears rolled down her eyes , I gave her a big, little sister hug, and said I will see you soon...