Man-Ki-Preet !

  One kind of day!  Almost 4 hrs at walk in clinic to get Sara and myself checked.  COVID- negative - both of us 🙏 But things happen in periphery beyond COVID. Some coughs, and colds, some backaches and joint aches, some no energy whatsoever days. 5 ml of Benadryl - took more than an hour!  Do kids deliberately test us ?  This corner of mine.. when all sleep, I sit to just pause. Same mundane of every day life keeps going on everyday, and we keep getting older and older day by day. Life as an hourglass ⌛️.  Turned around every single day and reset ..  but then few moments make it a little different than day before.  So our tryst with Benadryl today!  Sara takes a sip, at least pretends to.. it touches her lips but its not going any lower than 5 ml mark. One of the days, she declared she will finish it in 63 sips. And she wanted me to count.. 63 sips it took!  Today, I thought, if 63 sips it is, let it be worthwhile.  I told her - ...

  Memories  Almost 10 pm here, and I am exhausted to the extreme. It has been an almost 17 hrs of awake time from break of dawn until now, doing the last important part of day, putting my children to bed and gently hold them both under my wings, as I sing kirtan Sohila to them.  As I lie down, watching their innocent faces, my heart says a thousand prayers of protection and comfort.. and as I slowly stepped out of their room, closing the door behind, I remembered a time when they were part of me, when I carried them in me, those divine months.  Pregnancy is a phase where  every mother has a unique journey. It has left me with treasure to cherish forever. I feel its that phase of my this life’s journey that transformed me every single second that a life grew in me. Those months where I knew my children exclusively and more than anyone else would ever know them. Each moment was a rosary bead where a relationship was presented to me with a depth, purity and sinceri...

                  मौसम  (Inspired by love and Gulzar sahab )  बरसात की हरियाली राहों में  गुलमोहरि कलियाँ सजी हुई,  साथ में , हाथों में हाथ लिए  लम्बी सड़कों पे चल पड़ें  रास्ते और मंज़िलें, तुझ में ही मिले हुए  दिल ढूँडता है फिर वही , फ़ुरसत के रात दिन    बारिश की हल्की फुहार में  मिट्टी की ख़ुशबू ओडे हुए  हथेली पे कुछ, लिखके तुमने  आँखों से बात की धड़कनों को फिर से सुने हसरतों की बरसात में  दिल ढूँडता है फिर वही, फ़ुरसत के रात दिन ...  पतझड़ की तेज़ हवाएँ जो  उमीदें तोड़ दें सहमी सी ये काया मेरी  जीना भी छोड़ दे  रूह को यूँ सींचना  जो तुमसे मुझे जोड़ दे  दिल ढूँडता है फिर वही  रूहानियत के रात दिन ...... https://youtu.be/g-XkQ2QcBSs

Somewhere over Atlantic ocean  Enroute Newyork  Altitude - 33969 feet My grandmother’s ring  Today I wear a ring, your hands once adorned This stone stayed, those hands are gone. I wish it was the other way round No silent stone, just your laughter sound. This wrapped your fingers,  Through your youth and old age  In warm life force, And cold, letting it go stage.  This dead stone witnessed the life flow in you  And as I reflect, it shines,  on me too.    Acts  in your life mundane and almanac It must have held in entirety their meaning.  Your words, hums and music,   That ever gracefully flowed Must have echoed too in this stone.  In celebrations, as you joyfully whirled  A pulsating joy in this would have unfurled.  In trials and tribulations, As you thoughtfully guided Wisdom touched it, it wouldn’t be sided.  Your tender, warm love in engag...

Groves through the pine, Where shades and shine twine... Motion stands and stillness walks Voice settles and silence talks On these groves through the pine ... Clutter meditates, dead leaves rustle Rhythm slows with no rush no hustle Shadow jumps behind, ahead, and side ‘I am’ merges with the time tide On these groves through the pine ... - MK 

Who are you ?  What is your origin ?  O Lines around me .. Do you divide or eternally unite?  Are you true or illusive sight ?  Night to dawn to day to night Child to youth to old to child Ignorance to knowledge to ignorance Awake to sleep to awake to sleep Bliss to despair to bliss Clouds to sky to clouds  Formless to form to formless  Thought to creation to thought Feeling to words to feeling Veil to reveal to veil  Pain to heal to pain to heal  Life to death to life  You to I to You to I.  Do you divide or eternally unite?  Lines, O lines! 

Cornered existence in a psychiatrist’s room  There is a figure in my room   In a corner, standing tall and free.  Adorned with birds and blooms, Illusions of life, on this dead tree.  Days pass by, but it doesn't grow  How can it? It's just a show.  Stories of pain and misery  Abuse, trials and victory  Knock its wood and deaf leaf  It stands silently, untouched, in peace.  Untill a  dawn ...and every day  When hope came in as a single ray!  Sun entered, wrapped in its essence  whispered, listened, caressed it gentle.  Life in lifeless, sprouted and reflected, dancing shadows, union ecstatic!   Then slowly joy faded in flowing day  Sun in motion, tree static, with no say  Hustle, bustle flowed in as blinding beam  Corned existence - again silent, or so it seem . Hope is just a single ray...  Longing...