अपनी स्याही
अपने किरदार
एक कहानी हो गयी
एक से मोहबत
और एक से नफरत
क्या कहानी हो गयी
नाम किरदार का याद रहा
अपनी पहचान भूल गए
कहानी, एक सच्चाई हो गयी
किरदारों से वाह वाह
ये अब कैसी उम्मीद है
अजब बेबसी हो गयी
नए रंग की दवात ली है
नए रंगों से नए किरदार लिखेंगे
एक हसीन कहनी हो गयी
The sun sets
I look back
What did I do today?
I lived a life
… I am happy!!!
Is that what I do?
I seek an answer
But that’s not the question
It is not what I do
It is what I am!!!
The dawn breaks
Its a new day
What will I do today?
Whatever comes my way
Its my day
I will live my life
… Happy
The skillet of cast iron
Harness the heat
ingredient blend in proportion
spices sinking deep
Each bit done for the craving mouth
nothing goes waste
expressed on the grateful tongue
That we know as the taste
Taste lies
not in the fire
That heats
Nor in the skillet
That suffers the heat
Nor in the ingredients
That is cooked
Nor on the tongue
That tastes
Taste lies
In the moment
that bring it all together
Taste lies
in the hand that stirs
That blends the family together
The man of details
Full of imagination
always thinking
always young
The best is not enough
For the seeker of best
always new
Always young
The myths imagined or created
Story teller recreates the epics
Always spectacular
Always young
Deligent and meticulous
Order, is the purpose
Always neat
Always young
Unwilling to share worries
But always worrying for us
Always a friend
Always young
Thanks Achan, for being you
The charming
The handsome
And forever young
Fleeting moments
Riding the rush of the river
Uncertain drops,
Merging with the flow
Turbulent yet confined
Jagged rocky banks say “you can’t”
Masquerading norms, warm the cocoon,
benovalence is just a show
The froth explains the churn
between the Will and the Fear
the Will loses, alas
Restrained passion, stays in tow
It ain’t over yet
Says a stubborn drop.
It leaps over the froth,
Puts up a spectacular show
What could not, has been done.
It’s moment has arrived,
The drop soars bright
It has found its own glow
Warm as a rose
Beyond the seen, in Red
Unseen is the glow
For her, life is people,
In her priorities
She
comes last
Her heart does the thinking,
She feels for all,
Her own feelings
come last
Her memories are us
Her messages, sometime remind us to remember
Her ownself??
she forgets fast
She rolls the laddus and bakes the cake
Each one’s likings comes first
Her aches
comes last
She is our identity
She is Amma
Happy birthday Amma
have a blast
