Krishna Leela

कृष्ण की लीला अन्नूठीदेते असीम ज्ञानएक तरफ़ माखन चुरातेरहते सत्य प्रधान ।क्या करना है ?क्यू करना है?कैसे भी बताते वोअपनी मुरली की तान परसंसार को नाचते वो।क्षणिक आकर्षण का मोह नहींशरीर भी अपना नहींविचारो पर क्या करना भरोसाउनका कोई परमार्थ नहीं।कर्म पर तुम ध्यान धरोफल की चिंता छोड़ दोअपनो से नहींअपने आप को जीत लो।कल…

Why Fear ? My Dear.

डर का ना रूप है,ना रंग ना आकर ।फिर क्यू घेरे यह मुझको,सताये हर बार ? { fear has no appearance, no colour no structure. Then why do I fear ? Why do I get troubled?} क्यू डरे?क्यू घबराए?क्यू घुटने टेकें?क्यू हारे इस बार? {why should I fear? Why do I get anxious? Why should…

Choose to change..

From checking my hair,To measuring my baby bump,From poking pimples,To applying mascara,I have done it all. But,What was I doing ?Was I really looking at me?Did I look into my eyes,To see my soul? When I change my lip colourFrom red to maroonFrom glossy to mattDoes it change me?Really? I do nothing to change me,Same…

Work from home

Cuddles, four books, Monopoly and a snack. Four minutes of quiet, And now you are back. Two more games, Scissors and craft, Time’s running none to spare. TV while unfurling, A nest from your hair. I wind it up neatly, In two little buns, Answering questions quirky and fun. And like that, it’s lunchtime And…

My job

It is my job to teach you,To tell you what to see,To pass on all the things to knowTo live life successfully. It is my job to make you strong?Courageous, smart and tough?And what if I am not these things?Will I be enough? What if all I have are armsTo hold you when you’re tiredEars…

You’ve got mail ✉

“Neatly folded,With matching crease,Sits in an envelope,A thin crisp sheet. Smudged letters,Blots of ink,Spelling errors,And a personal feel. Holding emotions,Soaked with tears,Of joy, of love,And care too. These scribbles,Make paper dear,Hid in the closet,Or tucked in a drawer. Memories,Bring back memories,And memories,Bring back you.” In this digital age, letter writing has lost its essence. We…

Layer by Layer

कभी नीम कभी शहद,कभी नरम कभी स्कत,कभी मुस्कुराती कभी गुर्राती,कभी शर्माती कभी सकुचाती,कभी निडर कभी काँपती,कभी चिल्लाती कभी समझाती । { sometimes I am bitter like neem sometimes sweet like honey. I may be soft or hard, smiling or angry, shy or hesitate to say , un afraid or scared to hell, yelling or nurturing…

You, me and the abstract

{You may ask, “Why a prefect picture on a not so perfect wall? I mean look at it. It’s not in sync?”} What is this sync I ask?Where are my manners?Why does everything need be perfect?Why every click a fairy tale? Why think out of the box?When all I have to do is colour in…

Let it rain happiness…

Anger, scare or fear,What do I hear?When will the clouds clear?Returning life it’s dear? Recognise what’s happening,Try naming it too.Allow the emotion to pass,Visualise it too. Look deep into it’s needs,Investigate its origin too.Nurture it with love,Kindness and compassion too. This too shall pass,Says the bright big sun.This too shall pass,Says the hot round bun….

Greens of life

New day, new leaves,Some shedding,Some budding. A few struggle to erupt,Breaking the soil,To find it’s way. The lucky ones,Crack from the womb,Of nurture of care. To brave the fiery sun,To sway in the breeze,To soak in the April showers. And yet emerge,Victorious,From a seed,Returning to a seed. Nidhi