Don’t…

Don’t read this!
Please don’t read this!
It is human nature, negatives do attract us. The more we try to deviate from it, the more it attracts. It is magnetic. It is around us.

So, what to do? 

Close your eyes?

Or

Make your positives stronger?

Concentrate on your growth?

Look for good company?

Read good prose?

Be self aware?

Be strong?

Hmm, a lot of things can be done.

 But how? 

How to be so calm and focused that resisting the negatives becomes an easy process? 

Thinking, reading, meditating and so on, they do help. 

The answers are with us. We only need to filter them to observe them better.

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Why did you read this?

See, I warned you not to read this.

Vacation, Vacation (short poem)

How happy I am today!

My summer vacation begins and I am all set to pursue adventure. 

Sleeping, reading, writing, dreaming, visiting a hill station and much more… happening.

My students had got this chance in the beginning of May but we, teachers, had to wait for it only till today!!! 

No more waiting now… Here is a small poem I wrote before we left the school today. 

That is poetry for me

​Gliding through a galaxy of words,

I pick the best ones for me;

String them on the thread of feelings,

That is poetry for me.


Twinkling brightly in the mind,

Thoughts become clear and free;

Illuminate the lamp of my imagination

That is poetry for me.


Gathering images of world around,

I create an album of glory;

Turn them into verses and rhymes,

That is poetry for me.


Perceiving emotions, ideas, persona,

Script them on the notepad fondly;

Depict it all with tact and poise,

That is poetry for me.


Composing verses of fun and gloom,

I pen down each line gently;

Print on the canvas of a curious soul,

That is poetry for me.


Rendering aloud my true emotions,

Catch unwavering attention fairly;

Phrase them in vivid expressions,

That is poetry for me. 

Mother, my God

​Mother O’ Mother,

There is no one other

Who I can call a gift

So precious!

You stayed awake,

When I didn’t sleep.

You stayed close,

When I would weep.

Dear Mother,

You are a pillar,

A support, an anchor,

To cling to.

Whenever I had nightmares,

I woke up,

Looked at you, beside me,

In relief and

Quietly held your hand.

Mother, you had,

A sad story,

Of unfilled dreams,

Of broken links.

But you made,

A history with,

Strength, determination

And conquered hearts.

I know, I have not been,

Very good at times,

But believe me Mother,

I have tried to look within

And correct myself.

I am trying,

To build an abode,

As beautiful

As your hands,

Wherein you find,

Some peace of mind.

Wherein you stay,

Happy and healthy.

You are my Sita,

You are Uma

And my Bhagwad Gita,

O’ holy soul,

O’ Buddha, O’ my Mother,

I owe you everything.

You brought me into light,

You gave me breath,

Twice in my one life.

You are the definition

Of motherhood,

I bow to you.

—-

The Wish Fish (short poem)

I was sitting by the blue sea,

When a golden fish came close to me.

It said, “Sneha, you look sad.

I desire to make you glad!”


I bent over, looked at it in awe,

Not believing what I saw.

It was talking to me as a friend,

At a time when day was to end.


But I held my feelings back.

With a glance at horizon in lilac,

Waved a goodbye to the fish,

In an attempt to hide my anguish.


By the time I reached my home,

The pain in my heart was gone.

Little, I wondered how it worked,

Looked at a mirror, then shrugged.


With my toughest chores I got busy,

Unaware of what made it easy!

My smile was back, I rejoiced,

“I had my own roof o’er my head!”


Two years later, on my birthday,

Among party, dance, laugh and play,

A fish in a bowl caught my eye,

A gift from a friend named Nitai.


The fish, golden, became a companion,

Reminded of someone from the horizon.

One evening, I caught it staring at me,

Was it asking, “Sneha, are you happy?”