Wednesday, November 27, 2013

DOORS - A Refreshing Retort by my dear friend Abha Bhow

Doors open ...
To welcome-in the unsuspecting visitor
May it be a fresh gust of wind
Or the envelope which traversed borders
Or the neighborhood warmth & cheer.
One sometimes
Opens doors ...
To see what's within
And to step into another world
Or another's world.
Doors hide and reveal
Shut out and Welcome in
Shield and Yield
Doors are just like our minds
They do what we intend them to!

Tuesday, November 26, 2013


Behind closed doors
no one knows
love, cheer, laughter,
tears, fear, disaster.

An epic façade
shutting the world out
today or yesteryears,
confining joys and fears.

A grand, double door
of forgotten pasts
with ancient carvings,
layered in pigeon droppings.

A simple, single door
handle to adorn,
name plate alone,
bidding to humble abode.

Bold red door
welcoming with dread
of charming design,
with all curves aligned.

Doors are the face
put up for the world
what goes on inside,
world is not apprised.

Monday, November 18, 2013


Dawn of life springs forward
Vibrant with energy and color,
Summer of existence moves along
With maturity and willpower,
Changes in color and shade fall
As grays collide with last dance,
Dreary days arrive with snow
As the winter of life winds down.

Dawn is a new beginning
With color and energy plenteous,
Lazy days in heat and sunshine
Secure with feeling alive,
Dead leaves end a cycle
To fuse with earthen souls,
Wintery cold buries the old
And makes way clean and fresh.

Cycles of season
Phases of the soul,
Without all of its parts
Nothing ever is whole.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Bee In My Tea

I sit down for a breeze
With a hot cup of tea
I lounge back to read
And find a bee in my tea

The poor thing has drowned
Floating up and around
I pick the cup with a frown
To tumble the tea down

Returning with a fresh cup
Hoping no more disrupt
I admire the buttercup
As I stir the tea up

A cardinal whistles a song
As a goldfinch flutters along
Squirrels and rabbits strut strong
As if nothing is wrong

The scene is serene
Sunny and cool breeze
I sit back and read
And sip my no bee tea.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Sheela Ki Jawani - Conclusion

The next day at the office her boss called her in and offered her an assignment overseas.  Excited and nervous of the opportunity she promised to let him know of her decision soon.  Convincing herself to move so far away from her childhood home and her family would be the first step, harder would be to take her parents’ permission.
At dinner that evening, the discussion became heated.  While they were trying very hard to tie her down to a home with a family of her own, she was proposing the complete opposite.  Her biological clock was ticking, they reminded her and she will be lonely and vulnerable without a man by her side.  She listened to their reason and offered a few of her own.  She had no desire to “settle down” and did not need to be married to find happiness or fulfillment or to live even.
With much tears and scowls, her family bid her goodbye as she relocated to start her new life away from them.  She woke in her new home, far away to the overwhelming sound of silence.  The absence of the chimes of temple bells and call for prayers in the early mornings sank her heart.  She grabbed a bite to eat every evening surrounded by empty chairs in her studio apartment and as the weeks turned to months, she abandoned the idea of dining at home.  Every evening after a long and fulfilling day at work, she took herself to a cozy café close to her home.  There she enjoyed a meal surrounded by ambient sounds of fellow patrons, the lull of quiet conversations in different booths, the cling of silverware, the shouts of orders from servers to the kitchen.  Gradually, she began to feel less homesick and looked forward to her evenings, eager to observe yet another scene unfolding at a table or overhear a conversation at a booth close to hers.
One day she discovered that she was the object of observation.  A young man sat at a table not far from her designated booth, his eyes half on the newspaper he held and half on her.  When his coffee came, he picked it up and sauntered to her table.  With a smile he asked if can join her.  Mesmerized by his sparkling eyes, she nodded and he slipped into the seat across from her.  Apparently, he had started to come to the café regularly a few weeks ago during his visit to the city on business, which had become weekly trips.  He had begun to notice her come in every evening, sit in the same booth and what caught his attention was the loneliness in her eyes.  He had been trying to muster enough courage to come to her for several days, give her company, and perhaps share a meal.  He understood how she felt, he came from a large family and meal times were special together.
Sheela found a friend in the big city to dine with everyday who over time became more.  His assignment became longer and trips to the city more frequent until, eventually he was permanently transferred to the city.  Soon they began to eat together at home, taking turns to host and friendship evolved into love.  Time came for Sheela to return home to her parents for a visit, and with much anxiety she flew back alone.  She knew the pressure was coming and they had a binder full of men for her to peruse.
Hardly having arrived home from the airport, her mother started the age old topic.  Sheela rolled her eyes as if she were a teenager again, hurt that no one seemed interested in her success at work, her new lifestyle in the new land, friendships she had formed.  Frustrated and perhaps her heart coaxed her also, she informed them of her special friend.  Immediately, details were demanded, background needed to be checked, his family needed to be met, and before Sheela saw a wave gushing towards her, she was riding it, and surfing it even with an acrobatic standard balancing act.
The engagement party was grand and groom-less.  Family members strutted about with smiles that extended ear to ear.  She played the role of blushing bride-to-be and returned to her city complete.