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.

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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

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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

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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