Dance on

They were the passionate one and all they wanted to seek was learnings and knowledge. They were possessive about the skills they had and wanted. Dancing was the only thing they knew and what it meant to them, no body could know or understand. It was something that gave them the inner gratifaction. It was expression. It was release. It's what they found solace in. It was their moment of together - them and their  dance.  Dance - that was the only thing for which they gave it their heart. For you see their love for dancing was something that remained with them. It was so precious a love for them.

Lens

She loved capturing scenery, life etc. From the lens, she could see the beauty that existed, otherwise invisible to the naked eye. The lens of the camera was the doorway to her heart. Moments captured later became memories, she would pour through and relive the same...moments she held close to our hearts, moments that made her come alive. #words #writing

Poem : Words

In numbness, in loneliness, in pain
In happiness, in joy aplenty
In madding crowd, in solace
In noise, in silence
Words that resonated
Words that healed
Written words
Spoken words
Unsaid words
Finding herself
Losing herself
Life.
Best kept secrets
Worst fears
Dreams
Hopes and Desire
Longingness
Love that last
Fairy tales
Superheroes
Reality
The world of books took her to a different space.

#thewayiwas

Poem : Moments

A slight breeze
The first drop of rain
The fragrance of wet mud
Sunsets
Sunrises
Chirping of the birds
Kids playing football.
Footprints in the sand
Waves washing the sand away
Sand castles
laughter of kids somewhere nearby
Or kids bathing in the sea water
Innocence
Love
The sound of the waves hitting the rocks
Moonlight on the sea on a dark night
Rays of the sun in the water on a warm day
Soothing to the soul and the heart
Feelings that get lost somewhere
Stories that the sea side tells
Stop. Pause. Breathe.
Life is filled with many small moments as these.

Poem : a night like this

The roads led her to this place again
Where she had once met herself
More than a year had passed
Since she experienced the moments of life
The unsaid moments
One’s that made her feel alive

A lot had changed since then...
soft breeze
on a summery night
Less people on the walkway
Yet there was life
And stories too
Stories of hope, courage, love and survival
and those of hurt, anger and betrayal
Stories of love lost
and of love that won
Stories of a day that had passed by
Silence amidst the laughter
Silence otherwise
Broken paths
Yet they walked on
Life.
It was a night like this
When the stars shone bright
And the sea had a calming effect on her.

Raat ki khamoshi

raat ki khamoshi na jaane kaun si baat chupa rahee hai.samundar ke kinare, jab paani in paon ko choota hai,na jaane yeh  leher kya dhun gun guna rahe hain. chand ki roshni padh rahee hai paani par aur uskee  parchayee bata rahee hai mujhe -kuch ankahee baatein; kuch ansunee baatein.

Khamoshi

Unkee khamoshi ne bhi bahut kuch keh diya humhain...lafzon main jo baat bayaan na kar  paye, unki/meri aankhon main padh liya humne/usne....yeh chand ki roshni keh rahee thi humse, kar le yakeen apne dil par, thoda sa aitbaar to kar uspar...

Time

Time had passed but even today, the feelings hadn't faded away. They both though, put a stone in their heart, for each others happiness, thinking that's the only way, the other would be happy, not realizing that they were each other's happiness. Time still stood still each time they met. It was always a wonder to others how they read the pain in each others eyes and how they understood each other's silence and the beauty of their friendship was the unsaid connection. Hence, it was always a wonder to others why they wouldn't end up together. It was as they simply put it - the fear off losing the other and the friendship, if they ever did end up together.

Solitude

Solitude. The sea had a calming effect on her, just like the mountains. The sea and the mountains- the two places where you could see her inner child come out alive. Both places reminded her of the vastness that life had to offer and in its beauty. #waterbaby #seasidestories #mountainstories

Monsoon diaries

Reading and for a minute I put the book away. I sit by the window, lost in my thoughts. There is a dash of lightning. In the dark skies, there is light. I get up to return to my book. The sound of pitter patter hits the ground and takes my attention away. I run to the window. Can it be raining? There is laughter outside. I look out. Down below, kids are jumping in joy, there is singing too as travellers are getting wet...ah, simple joys of life. I turn my face away. I want to run out but I restrain myself. I glance towards the window and I look outside yet again. A smile engulfs my face.

Thunderstorm. Rain is finally here. In times like this, I wish I could capture this moment. No wifi but that's immaterial now. I don't lose my cool.

In the silence of the night, there is magic. The universe has crafted a story of its own.

The heart suddenly seems lighter now. Ah, the calming effect of the rain. There is hope and love after all.

The wonders of the universe - so mystical and so magical.

#monsoondiaries #rain #stories #writing

Intuition

Sweltering Heat. It was a furnance outside. She preferred staying indoors in the comfort of her airconditioned room. There was no sign of rain. It was a day like any other month of june.

In the evening, when  it was cooler, she stepped outside. Looking up she saw the dark clouds hovering overhead. The winds had changed their direction. Was it a sign of something in store? she kept these thought to herself and kept on walking.

Little drops of rain. She looked up once again. It wasn't windy at all but the sky had started to rumble. It seemed as if something was getting crushed and being ripped into pieces. Thunderstorm. There was something in that  sound that always scared her. She couldn't figure out what it was.  I hope it's nothing to worry about, she muttered to herself as she made her way home, almost running to safety.

These uncanny feelings she got, always unnerved her. Her sixth sense told her, something is majorly wrong.  Is it to do with the people she loved?

This was no ordinary change in weather. Kuch unhoni ka sanket? No no can't be. She told herself. Think positive, she kept telling herself. Soon it started to rain.

The rain had a calming effect on her. She slept off peacefully but morning had a different story to tell. She woke up to a a devasting piece of news that had occurred in some other country. It wasn't to do with her loved one's.  It was everything to do with love, friendships, peace and humanity. Damn...these intuitions, she thought.

A silent prayers was said for the lives lost.

People will go on to lead their lives, she later told herself aloud but the question that kept dangling in her head was the one that didn't let her sit still - Will there ever be co-existence and harmony between people of different religion, caste or creed . Will they ever be able to live as one and how can I make a difference?

She had a lot of soul searching to do.

#prayer #worldpeace #peace #manchester #london #unitedkingdom #world #change #terrorism #worldattacks #terrorattack #actofterror #massdestruction #hope #sahaworld #peaceoftheland #powerofone

Poem : heart and mind tussle

The tussle between the heart and mind is such
A battle strong
What you feel versus what you know
Confusion
Conflict

The heart and the mind
And it’s inner working
Within the depths of your life
The answers reside

The heart and the mind
Two parts brought together as one
Through a stream of blood
Unifying as one
Practicality and emotions
Thought and Feeling

Yet the tussle remains
Strange.

Just a random thought

Rain :  a sunny smile for them both
Books : their common passion
Coffee :  what they both loved
Silence :  a language that they both understood

Yet no one could believe nor understand why they were arch rivals to begin with.

#writings #life #profoundthoughts #thinkingitloud #collegerivalry

Random Mumbling : the story

It was just another day...before the rain was sunshine or after the rain was sunshine...depends which way you looked at it...the trees were witnessed to now what was history and history that was being created....natural habitat for some...heavenly paradise for some...the path to walk upon to reach the destination for a few...and for most, a journey....the roads were empty and long...but they had a story to tell...it were the roads that were traversed upon...each vehicle having a story...a story of hope may be. A story of belief. A story of love. A story of memories, ever lasting memories. #throwback #traveltales #drive #song #picture #travel #holiday #hills #forestroads #scenery #view #nature #peace #environment #solitude

Random Mumbling : Let’s weave a story of our own

He was on bended knees with a rose in his hand. She saw the rose and smiled. He pulled her closer to him and whispered in her ear - will u grow old with me, dear? She smiled coyly and ruffled his hair and replied - the best love stories are not romeo-juliet, heer-ranjha, sameer-anarkali, laila-majnu but the ones where we grow old together. Let's weave a story of our own.

Random Mumblings - Airport

Airports...different expressions, varied footsteps, run ways - the home for aircraft...landing or then taking off...a stretch that seems never ending...the feeling that the green pastures out there are calling out to you, speaking to you about the joys of the skies...raindrops pouring and no the vision doesn't get hazy..raindrops on the roofs dealing the announcements...the frosty mirrors where tails are just visible and planes awaiting in queue for take offs...some things can't be captured but they get etched in your minds forever

Poem : Freedom

The silence of the night had a story of its own
It's had its wound, it was scarred for life
It lay quietly beneath its wrap..it was a mystery unknown
No one knew of the silence
that was screaming out loud
It wanted to tell what it went through the day
But people lay in their security of their homes
unknown to the words that rave, ranted and spoke
No one knew of the blood, tears and wails
Or rather may be one preferred to look the other way
Smiling and cheering on
As feats were accomplished
They felt awaited a new dawn.
But the night wanted to say, how it reached there
It was in shame, as the stars and the moon shone bright
It couldn't take their smile despite their years
As they twinkled on
How could one be so strong?
It was their strength that was killing the night from inside
It tried to gathered the courage to come out and speak
It didn't have the power of the pen
It had just to rely on its words
It was the truth, the night wanted to say
The truth was hard and would come with a cost
It was the cost it was willing to pay
The world needed to know what it went through
From blue to black, it was now alone
The grey clouds were teasing her
It was as if they were challenging her
She needed to speak up and now was the time
Else it will too late
And it will just go on
As the laughter immersed from the buildings so tall
And a night light shone from the Chawls below
The night choked and how
Thunder and storm made its way, the waves hitting the rocks
Speak up night, oh you must
Tell the world what you went through
The eyes are clouded with doubts and despair
They need to open up to faith and belief
If you keep quiet now
It will be the end
It's a story that needs to be told
Words that need to unfold
And then so the night began....

As the sun rose and I was a mix of red and blue,a lady had made her way
To plough the field and earn some bread
It may be the last bread, she could ever make

Unknown to the news, her boy had packed his bag, he has just got a call to serve the country from a potential attack

And as he bade his sister a good bye
Unaware that hours later, she would get raped
By men who have no guilt, remorse or shame.
She would lay naked and no one would come forward to help
Pictures would be taken
And outcry would be there
But no one would know of the pain that the girl would be going through
Or what would lay in store of the family
That was all smiles to begin with
But the smile was now faded away
It wasn't their fault

Somewhere mobs burn a city down
Killing people from different sects
Somewhere girls are differentiated from boys
Education is something they can just dream of
Somewhere records are made and broken
And feats are revered and people are plunged to the open skies

This was when the sky was blue, the canvas was a picturesque one
Trains passed by, traffic was cars and honks
Music resonated from the sounds of the ears
As the day went on
Without a passing thought

And as the blue skies turn to black
Smoke engulfed as pyres were lit
Silence was all that was there
A deafening one, it was
Grey getting immersed with the black
These are the stories that are untold
Stories that will remain just that
Scars that are there for life
Wounds that will never heal
Words, that are battered and bruised
The cries seem so distant now
The pain we think we feel
We come out in want for justice and peace
Only to go back to the comfort of our homes
And then it all dies down
Life for us begins anew
We think we have done our bit and deed.
And then we say as a nation we are free.

But are we really free?
Where we need to think a thousand times, before we speak
Where we are judged for our action, sect and creed
Where they say we are one, but we are not acually.
Where boys and girls are not treated at par
Where there is still racism to the root
Where different religion can't be sitting under one roof
Where we love to see people fail
Where dirt and muck is the name of the game
Where the endless sacrifices are taken for granted
Where people are shouting for land and fees
As the hills look down in shame
The buildings are the droopy shoulders
The rivers can't carry this weight no more
The wind tries to ease off the burden
Nature comes to do it's bit
To help bring the glory back
But what can it do when all is left is just devastation
It tries to promise a new dawn
Hoping the storm will open the eyes
Hoping that the wounds will heal
But they don't
Night goes to day and day to night
Freedom is merely just a thousand
Tucked away somewhere in our brains
A thought is from where an idea is born
The idea is from the story is born
May be someday some one will not hush the night
And will actually say how we got free.

Random Mumblings - Dance

Do you know what dance is? Her father asked her. The little girl shook her head. He gently took her in his arms and told her, it's a calling. You don't chose dance, dance choses you and that's the thing about dance - it's takes you to a world unknown.. But why papa, replied the little girl. Why dance? Because, said her father, its the only thing I know. But still papa, it takes you away from the people you love, like it keeps you away from me for so many hours....Her father laughed. It was hard to answer his 5 year questions. One day, she will away from him for long hours...practicing. He thought for a while and said Hmn. You are right. But if dance takes me away from you. It also brings me back to you. You know how? The girl shook her head. Her father smiled and said because it's one of the few things that is common between us. You dance. I dance. See, dance is common between us. But you do a different style and I have just started to learn Kathak. Wow, said the father. Kathak is pretty cool. Your mom always says - dance is a way to bring people together as one. In a world, where there are so many wars, culture plays a role in bringing about peace. You are young, my girl, to understand these things. No, replied the girl. I am big. I am 5.  Her father laughed and said yes you are. He knew that may be, right now it was too much to ask for from a girl of 5. He secretly hoped that she would grow to be a fine dancer, a dream that both he and his wife shared....one who would bring dance back to life....one who through her dance, would bring cultures together and bring about some kind of stability and harmony in an otherwise turbulent society.

#writing #ondance #perspective #culture #medium

Random Mumblings - “like these”

It’s nights like these, when Azaan is heard on one end and the dhol on another. When chants resonate up in the air. When the mandir and the masjid are next to each other.

It’s early mornings like these when the sun hasn’t risen as yet. When the Azaan is heard along with the mandir ki ghanti.

Religious beliefs do coexist with one another.

Random Mumblings : Late night thoughts

Random Mumblings!!!! Late night thoughts..
#scatteredthoughts #hopefulromanticme

The night, it seemed had another story to tell... a story that went like this...light prevails amidst darkness...lights that look like fairies waving their wand and sprinkling some magic.  Beneath the  starry skies, they sing and dance. Laughter ensues, hand in hand, they feel safe and walk back home.

The pages turn, the chapter ends, another chapter begins and end...the last page is now turned. The book is now closed. Snuggled together, In each other arms, holding each other in a tight embrace.

Lights off. Outside the fairies wave their wand. Another couple. Another soul. Another story waiting to be told.

Random Mumblings : Star

“One day, I will shine as bright as the star and be like one of them.“ He told his mother as he looked up at the constellations of stars, from their balcony one night. My dear, replied the mother. You already are a star. They look like fairy lights dont they, said the mother - almost changing the subject.

No, I am not a star, said the child. If I was then...where is the light in me he asked almost as an after thought. The mother replied - you are the best gift I could ever get. You give love and warmth like the sun, to everyone around you.  You don’t need to be anyone else. You are enough the way you are. He looked away and his moms eyes met his. The mother wrapped him around her arms and hugged him. It was on this day, many years ago, he met with a road accident and lost one of his arms. Since then, he has never been the same. Yearning’s, guilt,  people’s sympathy and their looks always overshadowed his confidence and ability.  Despite one hand, all of ten though, this young little boy could paint, skate and write. The mother took his other hand and said you have nothing to fear. Who says that if you don’t have one hand, you can’t do anything. As long as I am around, you have nothing to fear and always remember - there can be no one else like you. The boy smiled. Something in his mother voice always calmed and re assured him. Years went by. He did become a star and shine he did - as a person who inspired others through his own struggle story.

#bingewriting #whenitrains

Canvas

The canvas which turned to life
in its own time.
brush strokes of nature
epitomised new beginnings
And the fields of mustard spoke it’s own story.

#writing #lakshfarms #throwback #wintertales #respite #freshness #colour #culture #keepingthelegacyalive #roots #photography #iphonecamera #iphone10r #iphonephotos

Poem : Footprints

Footsteps in the sand.
Leaving their mark
As she walks along
Pausing for a moment
It seemed the universe knew what she wanted
May be it heard her heartbeat
The waves decided to rest for a bit
Wanting her to savour the seconds
The wind touching her face
The simple joys of life
Laughter and Music
She wished this time wouldn’t slip by
Step by step, she walks along
City to city she wanders
A wanderer she is
She walks on
Footprints she leaves behind
A song to some
A memory for others
Hopefully a good one

#mood #bingewriting #nightwriting

Poem : Familiar Roads

Familiar road
In a city-friendly to her
where a part of hers permanently resided.
For it had her heart
after all, this was where she belonged.

It was where she grew up
The city she loved
and which loved her
the one that knew her
and always welcomed her back
With open arms
Every time she came back

Familiar Sight
Familiar people
Fresher Air
Gentler Breeze
Clearer Sky
Empty Roads
The roads she learned to drive on

The roads that went away from home
Always led her back home

#throwback #roads #mycity

Poem : setting you free

#openpoems
Feb 29, 2020

(Edited, after a pic came to my aide.)

Blank I stare at the screen
Words not coming easily
Her life runs by
In black and white flashes
Childhood memories
Come running by
Tractor rides in mustard field
Getting wet under a tube well
Lassi in kulhad glasses
Aloo paranthas with safed Makhan
Bhes ka Dhoodh in steel glasses
Homework in Ghar ka angan
Landlines
Doordarshan
Colour tv unheard of
Telegrams
Factories
Streets adorned with eucalyptus trees
Sugarcane juice
train sounds at night
Cricket sound at night
Chirping birds during the day
A garden
Flowers
A game of cricket in the lawn
Antakshari
Laughter
Azaan
Mandir ki Ghanti too
Chillies being sun dried
Charpai
Homemade Masalas
Making pickles
Jeep drives
Blurred it gets again

Cooking is the trait
We learned from her
Helping others is the quality
We learned from her
Being there for others
Is what she taught us
Selfless and unconditional love
Defined her

Humble and down to earth
Self made woman she was
A woman of strength
With dignity and grace
Smiling on
Rooting for us
Cheering us on
Not the one to be bothered about grades
As long as we had the right values in place

Sons and daughters were alike to her
The daughter of the house
Is how dadi regarded mumma as
That’s all I know
That’s how I remember dadi
From the values that she imparted
With the legacy of kindness
That she’s left behind

The gates of memories open
It’s that day again
dadi’s death anniversary
28 years have passed
Since the day
The world became a life less
The day that comes once every four years
A day I wish the calendars could skip

Is she reborn?
Is she with us?
Have our paths crossed?
Have our souls spoken?
Have our souls recognised each other?
Is what I ask over and over again
I wish I had told her this
When she was alive
Love you dadi - always have

Some day I hope
I can go down the road again
The road that leads to her home
Home which some years back
was a barren piece of land
Wonder what’s there now
The wind whispered
“The sun” spoke
Still a barren piece of land
Trees no longer there
Most cut
Single road now widened
And the road is now two

I had hoped  for the day
When those men would stand up
own up and speak the truth
knowing dadi
She would want us
to forgive them
Just like she did,
when they rang the doorbell
Love them still - is may be
what she wants us to do
let go of the pain is may be
what she hopes we do
28 years later,
Today, We forgive them and with it - let go.
We hope they are happy
We wish them well
We hope their past
doesnt come back to haunt them
Eye witness who ran away
We hope you find your path
The path that leads you
To where you want to be
We hope the light within
shines in you all
Only because
today we understand
why you all did, what you all did
When you all made that final decision
Anger, Greed
Ain’t your fault
You did say sorry later.
Second chance given to you
To live again
Today, we hope
You have made the most of it
Overflowing with good deeds

Let go of her is may be
what she is looking forward to
And with it being free
so that she can be at ease
And her soul can finally rest in peace.
Letting go of you too, dadi
Punjab, is where you hail from
Hence, punjab  will always be in our blood
Someday I’ll learn that language
Your fragrance is here
In the legacy you have left behind
In the values you have imparted
In us, your grand children
We walk the path
That you have carved

setting you free dadi
Wherever you go
Wherever you are
May love prevail
May kindness always be sprinkled
On the trail you leave behind
May the magic wand you weave
Brighten somebody’s day
Stay happy
Stay you
Shine on
diamond in the sky
A big bear hug
N Lots of love
Go.
Amen. 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Random Mumbling - Mumbai

Mumbai....log wahi, sapne wahi, raste wahi..na jaane phir bhi is bheed main, kyun hum khud ko alag aur akela  paata hain...yeh sapno ka nahin haqeeqat ka sheher hai aur yeh sheher to jeena sikhata hain...- Pallavi Lumba

Random Mumblings - barefoot on the sand

She walked barefoot on the sand. After a long time, it was just her and keeping her company were the sounds of the breeze and the waves. The moons reflection on the water added beauty to the scenario. She felt content as she walked on with a smile on her face and as she faded away what remained were her footsteps and what she engraved on the sand - simply be. The waves did come to that side but they could not erase neither the footsteps nor the wordings on the sand. - Pallavi Lumba

Poem : the wonder woman i am

The wonder woman I am 

Where yesterday went by, I ain’t got a clue 

Today is a new day, there is so much to do 

The list is long and never ending too 

I wish I could I lay in bed all day 

But I have to make my own way 

Windows to clean and shelves to dust 

Dishes to wash and  floor to mop 

Food to cook and eat it too 

the hours go by 

there’s still so much to do 

24 hours seems less 

Now I am in distress 

home to declutter, never ending chores to finish  

Negativity, one has started to dismiss 

new skills to learn and deadlines to meet

Thought there would time, to go deep within 

I sit for a moment 

to  pause and reflect 

Today, there were no regrets

I had smiled all long 

Every chores I had done 

My life had expanded 

A song I had sung 

I had played with the cat 

My own back I should pat 

For being the wonder woman 

The woman I am 

By Pallavi Lumba 

Poem : Stories are meant to live on

Poem : Stories are meant to live on 


a story tucked away 

Out of ones reach 

For it lay in the furthest corner 

Which was under lock and key 
So, who would open this corner now 
Only I had the key 

But I wouldn’t dare to open 
Too many memories 
But the story which could regain its lost glory 

Only if we cared to see 

The joy life brings 

But  you see, 

From a distance it seemed

There was tons of chaos, confusion

And of course, plight 

But beyond all the darkness 

most forgot 

the darkness would give way to light 

for where is darkness

also resides light

The light of hope 

which dwells deep within 

the light which emits

only when we radiate

But it’s not very late 

To bring this story back to life 

Only takes one to see 

Where is this story long forgotten 

The story that once got a smile to many 

The story would once again be born 

Only if we looked beyond

It could happen 

If from I, I became we 

Let’s once again 

bring life to this long forgotten story 

The story of hope 

The story of love 

The story of courage 

The story of living life 

To one’s contentment 

Most of all, 

The story which was filled

With many moments 

Moments such as these 

A friendly call 

A warm hug to self

Just a note to say hello 

Or a message to make you laugh 

All connected

Through a common thread 

A thread of shared purpose

And a common goal in sight

Of everlasting peace, joy and happiness

Most of all, fulfilment

Come, let’s bring this story back to life 

Weaving it together

Stiching the threads,one at a time

Binding it as one

And ensuring it doesn’t get entangled

And lost once again

The journey is long

The path unending

But it’s the story that lives on

It's a story which inspires 

of love and hapiness that has transpired 

amongst all human kind 

The soul, from where the story was born 

Look deep within, there it will be found 

It’s a story which we write

And because it’s we who write

It’s a story that lives

It’s a canvas which we bring back to life

For stories are meant to be like that 

To live on, it’s fragrance lingering in 
for generations to come.  

                      - By Pallavi Lumba

Poem : lets weave the story long forgotten

Let’s weave the story long forgotten

Once upon a time, 

on planet earth 

lived a story of joy and delight 

The story was one 

made from pieces of our life 

a bit  of you 

a bit of me 

A story which resonated 

For all felt it was theirs 

A roller coaster ride 

In the journey of life 
Of Things to do 
Chores to finish 
Dreams to achieve 
Pausing for a moment 
And the beauty of life - assimilating 

A story which went like this

Life was indeed bliss 

Painted roofs on mountains or plains 

Amidst the grey cloud, streaking sun rays 

Terraced lawns or ones own garden 

Beds of flowers where butterflies flew
Honeybees throned and colours grew 

Empty canvas 
Strokes of nature 
Birds leaving behind some feathers 
A collection for some 
A trail for many 

Trees standing tall 
Sturdy in its root 
Giving a shade 
And a swing too 

Squirrels running around 
Dried leaves fallen on the ground 
Parrots telling a tale or two 
Open roads and skies so blue 

Heartbeats and laughter 

Of mother, father, son and daughter 

Snowfalls and sunrays 

Together seeing through, many stormy days 

Under the skies we lay 

Seeing the story of the universe play 

Dancing clouds we see 

The sky seems well in our reach 

Magic being woven 

By us and our two hands 

It’s equal to the fairy gods wand 

Shooting stars and meteors 

Pink/super moon and the lit up sky 

Reading books on a hammock 

Fictitious character making you think 

It’s indeed a journey of a lifetime 

Along the road one travelled 

Hope in the heart 

Love in the soul 

Not knowing - ahead, what lies in store 

Assimilating the moments and the joy it brings 

Thoughts crossing one’s own mind 

Doubts and fears wandering away 

Things, you let pass by 

It’s a brand new day 

A day of joy and delight 

Soaking in the moment 

Pausing and resetting 

Conversations that run deep

As seconds trickle by 

And joy in the heart seeps 

The heart once troubled 

Is lighter and free 
Just for now, let this chapter not end 

Just for now, let’s just be. 

As we are, in our own unique identify 

And then you wonder 

What happens in the story now 

Will this be the one 

That ends in happily ever after 

By Pallavi Lumba 

Unlocking the poet in me - A collection of latest poems. Read On.

Poem 10

I dreamt last night

I walked by the beach 

It’s a walk I always longed to do 

Just me in complete solitude 

The water bluer, than I had ever seen 

Cool winds running past my face 

My walk seemed alright in its pace 

Seagulls taking flight 

As the sun rose 

Emitting its rays of hope 

Sunkissed I then became 

Silence all around me 

Sounds of waves hitting rocks 

Temple bells somewhere in the distance 

Azaan too 

A music if it’s own 

Chirping birds nesting on trees 

Sharing a conversation filled with delight 

I slowdown my pace 

Pause. Breathe.

Reset. Reassess.

Heart leaps with joy 

I listen to the song

The song of the universe 

Tapping feet give way dance 

I feel lighter 

My soul it seems has found its calling 

My heart it’s voice

                 By Pallavi Lumba

Poem 9

Walking in different direction 

Towards the same common goal 

Differences in thought and views 

Casting the same away 

Just for today 

And so it will be 

For all days to come 

Days where there are no barriers

Co existing together you and I 

Bounded by a thread 

A thread of unity in diversity 

A wonderful day it surely is

I look within 

Positive. Hopeful. Joyful. Upbeat

That’s how I always want to be 

Sending love to universe 

So that it bounces back 

In multifolds 

Not to me alone 

Bounces back to all 

Under the same umbrella 

Of this huge vast universe 

            By Pallavi Lumba

Poem 8 

One flower said to another 

as long as the sun rises every day 

As long as the moon emits it’s light 

As long as the stars shine bright 

As long as there are rainbows 

And around it’s axis the earth rotates 

As long as there is air and water too 

There is hope 

And love too 

Let’s co exist 

So what if you are sunflower

And I daffodil 

Look there are lilies 

And roses too here

We coexist with each other 

Don’t way 

A lovely bouquet we make 

Each one unique in its own way 

Each one beautiful in its own way 

One flower said to another 

Thrive 

Bloom 

And along with you, I shall too. 

Together you and I 

Shall make this place 

A beautiful one

With our fragrances 

and our seeds 

Shall give rise to more flowers 

The world shall know 

The power of flowers 

By Pallavi Lumba 

Poem 7

The canvas was blank 

awaiting to be filled

Thought of colouring it 

But was not  in the mood to paint 

And so bought it to life 

 Straight from what came from within

I wrote and wrote 

Just what came to mind 

As is 

Without a moments rest

No fear or barriers blocking the mind 

Setting the soul free 

Letting the heart free 

letters soon shape to words

And words to sentences 

Sentences then formed

A story of their own

         By Pallavi Lumba

Poem 6 

Stories that are conveyed 

By the Footprints in the sand

Trails that are left behind 

Paths walked upon 

By the shore 

Horizons within the reach 

Dreams - those realised and not

Footprints in the sand 

Washed away by the waves 

What stays is but a memory. 

By Pallavi Lumba

Untitled Poem 5 

It’s a normal day like any other

Blaring horns I can hear

I look outside and see 

Cars driving past 

Oh dear, I thought

Didn’t realise 

I had got used to the silence 

A silence which had a beauty of its own 

A silence which I could hear 

A silence which made my heart beat

By Pallavi Lumba

Poem 4

Outside the window, I can see,

The blanket of sky, oh so blue

Empty roads and the sound of silence

Nature singing its own tune

Chirping birds and swaying trees

Depicting the delight that resides within

The wind blows across my face

Seems like a message

A message that conveys

Look within and around

And you shall find

Positivity that glows

Calmness that is radiated through your soul

You yourself are love

And love is you

And so, there is love all around, in peace and solitude

            By Pallavi Lumba

Poem 3

Night sky

Stars shine

It seems like fairies are dancing

Sounds of thunder follow

downpour of rain

Strong winds gush through

Rustling of the trees

Lightening strikes

Then it’s dawn

The sun rays pierce through the dark cloud

Emiting it’s own light

Giving hope

Spreading love

Spirits are lifted

Birds flying in the sky

Sounds of shank, Azaan and the temple bells

For once differences are put aside

Joyous hearts

Beating as one

As messengers of hope

As emissaries of love

A shoutout to all - come let’s spread our light

            By Pallavi Lumba

Poem 2

There is a soft gentle breeze

And it’s there throughout the day

The days no longer seem hot

The breeze makes for it

The birds seem happier by the day

Perching on the trees

The conversations they speak

It’s a delight hearing their voices

The day has its own charm

It’s a normal day

Devoid of the chaos

The city seems to be neater and cleaner now

Less crowded too

The heart is calmer now

The soul lighter too

            By Pallavi Lumba

Poem 1 

Empty Roads and Sunny Days

Clear blue skies and dancing clouds

Air that’s cool and unpolluted too

Never knew silence would be beautiful

Nights that bring some hope

The moon which shine with dignity and strength

Stars that shine oh so bright

There is hope

From dawn to dusk

Happiness, one which resides within

Joy which is a state of mind

Hope that’s the cornerstone

Fear and doubts are cast away

It’s a new day

A day which promises positivity

And boundless rays of hope

Look around and you shall see

Greener pastures and a neater city

Silence which speaks volumes

The chirping birds have a music of their own

The trees stand tall

Firmer in roots

Hear the silence and you shall know

Nature too has a story to tell

A story which says

We are bound as one

There is no difference in you and I

Cast away what you fear

Let’s spread our light

In our own way

In this journey - you and I

No matter where we come from

In this together - you and I

For you and I are one

One as humans first

One as the child, the above has created

By Pallavi Lumba