SIBLINGS ARE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER-

Among all kinds of friendships, 'The sibling friendship" is surely one of the best, 

For as we grow together, in this friendship, all our joys, fears and tears we invest. 

There is not a child born, who does not experience sibling rivalry, envy and pain,

But that only  strengthens the bonds and helps us sail through sunshine and rain. 

It is sibling friendship that teaches us important  lessons in 'caring and sharing', 

And also makes us realize over the years that it is one bond that is most enduring. 

We fight 'tooth and nail' for the most petty things and also for 'all and no reasons,' 

But we stand by each other in good and bad  moments, all through the seasons. 

On this Friendship Day, I thank my siblings, heartily, for being my best friends, 

And for always being there and giving me love and trust that never ever ends. 

The Funny Side Of rains

The monsoon is back in full swing, in its all time favourite Mumbai city,

All set to save the burning Mumbaikars from the 'hot and humid' intensity.

As always, creating all kinds of moods and reactions among the Mumbaikars,

Giving enough matter to report about 'monsoon news' to all the news reporters.

The lovers get all excited and exalted with the idea of romancing in the rains,

Whereas daily commuters get all worked up about 'flooding and delayed trains'.

But there is a funny side of the rains, that adds humour to the mundane existence,

Refreshing and rejuvenating one and all, fighting away their blues in an instance.

Topping the charts of the 'Funny side'are the Meteorological weather predictions',

That mostly turn out to be quite the reverse of people's and their own expectations.

Thus a bright sun happily greets one on a strongly predicted 'heavy monsoon day',

And catches people unaware with heavy rains on a strongly predicted,'no rains day'.

One can easily taste the adventures of a rocking boat, while driving on the road,

Ad if lucky, one can even experience the thrills, that the rides in theme parks hold.

There is not a soul born who may not have seen the turning of the umbrella outwards,

Almost as if the winds were helping to send the protection of its canopy heavenwards.

Those with an artistic bent of mind do have their share of fun too, in so many ways,

As they draw inspiration from the artwork on clothes, created by muddy water sprays.

The fun of playing holi with dirty water splashed by cars driving past in full speed,

Specially when bathed and dressed and just leaving for work, is unbelievable, indeed.

Relieving oneself in the rain does not luckily leave any 'tell tale marks',when soaked up,

Nor does it need a board,' ool-side since p is not allowed in' that is recently being put up.

All this and a lot more fun elements are what make monsoons, the most loved season,

There's no doubt that the 'funny side of rains', makes us laugh for one or the other reason.

PRAYERS DO WORK!

Prayers do work, we have all experienced this some time or the other,

Prayers are 'little survival tools' that guard us like an eternal protector.

Prayers are actually, like the rays of light and they travel really fast,

Their speed is controlled by your faith and their range is really vast.

Prayers are sincere conversations that help us connect to the supreme,

And  help us in tackling our 'trials and tribulations', however extreme.

Prayers are the simple solutions to all our woes and worries,big or small,

They are the tiny miracles that help us to go through pain and bear it all. 

Prayers for the self our good but the selfless ones for others are the best,

To be able  to pray for others wholeheartedly is the ultimate human test.

Collective prayers create a resonance strong enough to banish all evil,

These are the kind that even scare the hell out of the demon and  devil.  

Prayers are a source of strength that resurrect our faith in our worst days,

They are rays of hope that  work their way and heal  in  mysterious ways.

Never ever stop believing in the power of prayers, they do work for sure, 

They are the songs of the heart and soul that make us pristine and pure

For Daddy dearest!

Dear Dad,

Father's Day came and went and I did not wish you, though I remembered you and thought of you, as much as I do all 365 days in a year but post Father's Day, I would like to share my feelings for you, in the best possible way I know and I can...in the form of a heartfelt poem dedicated to you...

P S: This poem is not just 'an ode to my dear father' but also to 'the ideal father for my daughter' and the 'ideal father, I am sure my son would soon grow up to be!'

You will remain 'My Daddy Strongest', for every little girl born,
'My Real Hero', that he grows up worshiping, for every young lad.
You will always be the perfect counterpart for mom,that together,
Created for me the 'Protective Umbrella of Parental love', dear dad!

For instilling wisdom and values in me , I am indebted to you so,

'Your precious words and acts', sculpted me into what I am today.

Your, 'foresight and farsightedness' for education, five decades ago,

Cannot match the best of educators I have learnt from, till this day!

You nurtured me from the day I was born and are doing it till today,

You took a keen interest in all my activities, however big or small, 

You nursed me in sickness and cared for me in every possible way,

To bring me up well and my siblings, you simply gave it your all! 

Your constant, continuous and consistent prayers for your family,

Are the biggest source of inspiration and motivation for all of us,

Your unwavering faith in God and his mercy is unparalleled really,

And that gave us 'the spiritual connect', so essential for all of us!

You have taught us the priceless art of 'living and loving' selflessly,

And can give lessons to the world about 'aging ever so gracefully'.

You have taught us to pursue our goals fearlessly and relentlessly,

Due to which we could achieve, whatever we could, so thankfully!

Words would never suffice for what I wish to, so sincerely convey, 

But for all, 'fathers of our future generations', I shall earnestly pray,

That they become a true reflection of you in every possible way,

And make you proud of 'having raised us all in this beautiful way!' 

Every Day is Mother's Day!

As I got up in the morning and checked the hundreds of posts on Mothers Day...I did not feel less loved because my daughter did not post anything for me and also did not feel that I love my mom less because I did not post anything special for her, this Mother's Day.
The reason is stated in the poem below...dedicating this poem to all those who carry love for their moms in their heart and are proud of being a mom, every single day, Mother's Day or any other day...

I miss you every single moment, I miss you every single day,
I miss you on in all my highs and lows, in  every possible way!

I love you, not just when I am happy and I am smiling at you,
I love you, even when I am very angry and I am yelling at you!

I miss you when I cook meals and have to take up responsibility,
I miss you as I know that in that area I cannot match your ability!

I love you not only for the sermons, you gave me day and night,
I love you for the scoldings which I hated but made me so right!

I miss you when I feel low, since somebody has reprimanded me,
For I know I forgot some lessons you had taken pains to teach me.

I miss you when someone praises me and I feel good about myself,
For I remember you preached values, by practicing them yourself!

I remember you when I fall, for you taught me to always rise again,
And also when I rise, for you taught me to work hard in order to gain!

I miss you not only on Mothers Day but  round the clock and the year,
I miss you, because you taught me to live with dignity and without fear!

Rekindle the lamp of love and kindness in your heart and let it spread its glow all around,
And watch how you get rewarded with happiness, for a kind deed always takes a rebound!

Pray fervently for a disheartened mind to let it release stress and heave a huge sigh of relief,
And watch all your prayers being answered, thereby reviving and reinstating your own belief!

Laugh a while and hear its tinkle in your body, smile often and see its twinkle in your eyes,
And just  watch how your smile heals others, escalating your own joys far beyond the skies!

Provide support and succor to a saddened soul, lifting his sagging spirits to an all new high,
And just watch out for the elevated state of your spiritual self, making it rise, soar and fly!

Whatever goes around, comes around, hence you need to guard every thought, word and act,
And watch out that your thoughts be pure and pristine, to have on others a profound  impact!

Let us,' love others as much as our we do ourselves'and let us, 'First deserve and then desire'
And watch out that we invariably will end up 'achieving and receiving more than we aspire!'

Each moment comes and goes away so fast, we need to make the most of each and every one,
So let us watch how we can try and make each moment worthwhile and a truly precious one!

Random acts of kindness go a very long way in resurrecting the human spirit and uplifting it,
So let us watch out how, by being a messenger of love and peace, we too immensely benefit!

Musings of a female foetus

My heartbeat just woke me up from my divine slumber,
And I gingerly grope around in my dark watery chamber.
What is this new world going to be like, I simply wonder?
Will it allow the survival of my frame, so frail and tender?

I want to grow up soon and leave this mysterious tomb,
At the same time I do feel secure in my mother's womb.
Will I love the outside world and be able to delight in it?
Will I be welcomed by my family and soon be a part of it?

I have no clue of what is plaguing the mind of my mother,
I have no clue of the dilemma looming large over my father.
Why am I shrouded with this eerie feeling of lurking danger?
And why is  this feeling,every minute,growing more stranger?

Oh,it seems my  grand mother is holding in her hands my verdict,
And for no fault of mine.she has declared me as a mere culprit.
Why cannot she understand that with my mind so tiny and tender,
How can I ever comprehend or get caught in the biases of gender?

Please give me a chance to grow up and live my life like my brother,
I too am very special and like my beautiful soul, there can be no other!
Why do you not,of all the people,understand my dear grandmother?
Why are you being so insanely irrational towards me and my mother?

Please do not hate or reject me outright, for I too  have the right to live,
You have absolutely no clue, how much joy, on being born I would give.
Why do you not have some mercy and understand my deep anguish?
Or how I feel, when on the basis of gender you begin to distinguish?

Like all other living beings, I have the right to be born and blessed,
I am waiting to be born, loved and to get all dolled up and dressed.
How could I have, before being conceived, my plight possibly guessed?
Why should I be, on the basis of baseless bias and gender be assessed?

Let not my pleas leave your hearts untouched or fall on mere deaf ears,
You have no right to cut short my life or just slash away my future years.
Why cannot the world understand that with my mind so delicate and tender,
How can I ever comprehend why I do get caught in the biases of gender?