The last time, in a very long time, 

I was filled with awe, 

was when I witnessed

pure joy.

The innocent cry 

of a four years old 

calling out 'Mumma',

as the mother stepped out of the cab, 

a reunion after 4 months.

The bright, wide smile of the little one,

grew wider as she caught a glimpse of the taxi,

approaching her,

the smile that reached her overwhelmingly moist eyes,

finally, the butterflies in the stomach were put to rest

as she embraced her mother after months .

Last night

the clouds poured their heart out

Each drop 

that kissed the Earth,

had its own story to tell.

If only we were ready to listen...

Saal Do Hazaar Ekees !

 Raat, gehri , kaali,

andhere ki kar rahi ghulami. 

Thak haar kar baithe hum,

dhoonde subah ki nishaani. 

Stories from 2021

Ask any family!

Frightening or gentle,

each would have it's own story to share,

no one was spared.

It was the year 2021.

Untimely

It was the year 2021,

when gasping for Breath,

we breathed our last,

so many of us,

left Untimely...

Qui suis-je ?

 Suis-je un reflet

de toutes mes pensées,

de toutes perceptions

qu'on a de moi,

d'attentes que 

tout le monde a?

Suis-je un reflet

de tout le travail

que je fais,

de toute créativité

qui demeure chez moi,

des reves qui

s'abritent dans ma tete?

Suis je

mon esprit,

mon corps,

mes sensations,

mon coeur?

Qui suis- je?

#reflexions #lapoesiefrancaise #jesuis #quisuisje #

Transition

In the book of my life, 

you are engraved as 

2020.