The bond of love The bond of Trust
The festival which truly celebrates
the bond between a brother and a sister (siblings and cousins)

Celebrated in the month of August on a full moon day(purnima)
Known as Rakhi Purnima

Rakhi-The sacred thread ,
which the sister ties on the wrist of her brother .
This festival is known
as Raksha Bandhan

Raksha - means to protect
Bandhan - To be bound (Bond)
Raksha Bandhan - The Bond of Protection
A festival celebrated by Hindus all over the country.

The Celebration
The sister buys a Rakhi for her brother
Prepares or buys sweets for her brother .
On the auspicious morning ,
The brother and sister both deck up in their traditional fineries.

The sister readies a plate full of sweets ,
with a little vermilion soaked in water
along with a few rice grains ,  to be applied as vertical mark (tilak) on the brother's forehead.
Believed to blessings from the lord .
A lit lamp for aarti
and the Rakhi(sacred thread) which she ties on the brother's wrist ,
wishing him the best .

The brother in return promises to look after her and presents her with gifts .


* This is not a poem , more of an account of the festival and the celebration.
With time and distances it is not always possible to bring in the festival together.
However, the sister mails across the Rakhi  to the brother, as I did :)*

Have beautiful memories of this festival from my younger days , celebrated with siblings and cousins alike .

Thank you all for reading !!

Familial the ties siblings we are
Brought up with love care discipline and protection
Values inculcated deep
Respect and love we all each other
Hold it strong in the heart
Hurt we can never bring to each other
Stand together in testing times forever
Raising high the baton of love today
Passing it on to the generation next
To relay it in the timeless tomorrow

A burst of colours
Royal blue and peacock green
Mustard yellow and fuchsia hues
Artistic shapes and patterns fine
Abstract designs
Dexterous the artist
Rangoli on the floor, pure and divine


✨✨

The sadness you see
On the walls
Painted in different hues
Unblemished sans the happy shade
It’s not the colour blue
Primarily it never could blend
Faded away
Under layers
The colour of no origin
Unblemished by the happy shade
Leaves a permanent stain
On the walls

I like the way
The mellow January Sun
Shines by the evening in my kitchen

Clarity in mind
Purity in heart
I seek with each passing thought

Revel in the revelation
Of weaknesses and strengths
Peace reigns within

Accumulating experiences
Imbued in the knowledge
That right and wrong coexist

Year after year
New and old
Blend in and grow apart

Lost and found
Forever in time
Rays of hope and sunshine

⭐️

Reading is like
Sitting under
A canopy of trees
Listening to the humming of bees
Chirp of birds
A gentle breeze soothing the mind
Absorbing the warmth of the early morning sunshine
Being one with nature
A solitude
Undefined Peace

Writing is like
An ever flowing stream
Cascading rills
Sparkling placid waters
The essence of nature
The different seasons
Like a flurry of emotions
The moments lived
Reminiscing the times
The Moments to come
The moments one dreams
Different reasons
Wrapped in words ideal
Writing is Therapeutic
The essence of it all

⭐️

True
It had to be
To be able to show
What it saw
Reflected - Reality

Reason
Barely could stand
The presence of
Ignorance

But used it
As and when needed
To reason
With the ignorant

The negatives and positives
In the battery
What do they say

C H A R G E

The negatives and positives
In the battery
Poles                          Apart  

    Say what ....

Time to **R E S T A R T

Today is done
Tomorrow is to come

Life is to Live
Death is to come

Leafing through the chapters of life
Savour every Moment

Sugar and Spice
Recipe for Life

Bring in the Stash
'No-cache'
Spin Them
In The Bin

Oh Yes,
The Recycle Bin
Centrifuge The Thoughts
Accelerate The Spin
Let it Cool

Skim
The Supernatant Thoughts
A~Blend Synthetically Homogenous Words
A Quick Stir
Win Win

Stash
The Residue
Bottle it Well
For a Later Spin

Amalgamate
A~Miscible Thoughts
Repeat The
Centrifuge
Oh Yes
In
The Recycle Bin

Anew Spin

Treasure The Bin
Win Win

Not much was known about
How much was too much
Until not much of it was left
And lesser it was known
As much as one tried to know
It was left
Redundant

The mirror and the window
Side by side
One reflected the possible truth inside
Other looked at the possible possibilities outside

A Similie is like Clear Waters
Metaphor is Quantum Physics

Keeping it short
words
presence
In accordance

Sunshine yellow
Or perhaps
Mustard hued
The suede jacket
Like an old fading memory
Worn on the outside
Cozy and warm
Reminiscent of a place and time
Long gone
Like the jacket
Once worn
Now frayed

Blue Silken slumber
The lake I see breathes deep, sleeps
The mountain protects

Look in the mirror
Don’t look beyond
It’s you
Practice and perfect
Your moves
The eyes that you set on
Is all yours to behold
Believe
In
Your inner strength
Radiance of the soul
Revealed

🔆🔆🔆

Revolutionary the heart
Evolves to change
Lost
The old charm

Ribbons of rains
A translucent sheet
Papery streamers
Down the streets

Children dream
Of castles and moats
To sail their
white paper boats

Yesterday’s flowers
Colour the pathway
For every passerby
As they take a final bow

The character assassinated
Fallen prey to a grapevine
Forgot to verify the roots
The treatment so brute
Trying to inject poison into the sacred vine
The venom, had traces of malice
Righteously soon was found an antidote
Fulfilled and restored the sacred vine

I do write
When I feel
the need to write

Then I don't
when
Don't want to word my thoughts

But then,
My unrelenting thoughts
Keep nudging me
Edging me
Seeking words
Wanting me to write .

Then
Comes my Mind
The repository and Controller
Of all
My senses
Giving a piece of itself to the thoughts

The thoughts bow down
And admit
it was all for fun
Don't get bogged down
You have won

And Then
I am free to decide
As to when to write

*Right to write
Or None

You wore a smile
Genuine and warm
It reflected in your eyes

Jaded now
Somewhat faded
Like your favourite red dress
You bought at first glance
Safely tucked away
An occasional wear

Rise to the occasion
Don’t follow fashion
Laundered and perfumed
Wear it on a crazy day
Accessorise well

The smile you wore
Never out of fashion
Follow your passion

Wish every morning
I wake up to the view of the river so deep
& valley serene
A place of quiet and evergreen trees

Where
Wildflowers grow, not in a row

The spotted deer comes to slake its thirst

The Rainbow feathered birds, eat berries and greet  

The song of the river, birds and the bees
A melody sweet
The river of joy, the river of peace

The view of the river
A place
I wish to wake up to  every morning
Just a beautiful dream

✨✨✨

Mother first
Then ,
Sum of the rest
Yes
A
Woman

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Toe the line
Cross the line
Walk the line

What's right ...
Honestly,
Walk the Line
Long Long way !!

New to the world
The little bird

Few feathers
Ambitions high
Looking up to the beautiful sky
Wishing to fly

Toddled up to the new branch
A balancing act, tried
The fruits ripe, nourishment found

Few feathers
Ambitions high
Looking up to the beautiful sky
Wishing to fly

The little bird
New to the world
Knew it had to fly
Soon it grew more wings

Rose up to the treetops
Soon found
The rose gold sky

Ambitions high
Looking up to the beautiful sky
Wishing to fly

The Heart
Wants a Break
Wants to be Wordless

The Mind
With Thoughts
Never on a Break
Ceaselessly Aloud
Almost a ****

The Insane Chatter
Disrespects any Barter

A quick punch
To The Head

Successful ....

Words
Align in queues
Ordered
Odd and Even

Sadly

Together

In a lockdown

Trying to be safe

From the abuser

Sometimes sappy
Mostly happy

Together
Apart

The sappy tries
Happy has its own time

Give them their space
Know yours well
The boundaries and fences
Keep them flexibly strong

The sarus crane
Tall and grey
Slender bill
Fluttering
magnificent Wings
Black feather tips
One pink skinny leg up
Tilted red head
Orange marble irises
In a state of trance
Did a spiral dance
Into the water
Splashed

Thoughts in flames, soar high
PASS the Extinguisher words
Art under control

Soaring altitudes unfair
In thinner air
The lie now lays to rest

The truth all fair
Needs no air
Beats right in the chest

We are all same

         Words

          Only

In a different way

Meeting school friends
Once  a year
All visiting
the hometown
Coming from
Nearby cities or Afar

Living in The Internet age
Easier to connect
And coordinate
Keeping relations alive

Some don't want to be a part of any social networking Apps

Old school

Losing out at times
Yet ,deeper the connect

Meeting your friends
And reminiscing the times
and
Meeting your old self
Lost to time

Forged in the fire
Unfinished and unrefined
The sharp edges, uneven
The fabric it cut
Stitched the same
Different patterns
Revealed
The scissors made a mark

Neatly folded envelopes
Aureate ornate ******
Many choices offered
Rarely yours to pick
All addressed to you
In time to receive
Sealed

Sun over the mountains shines
The rose bush stands aplenty reds, since June

In July it rains, the season, like the year somewhat changed

Tea and coffee not the same
Nothing lasts forever, not even the change

August and September are soon to come
And they will bring rain

Will make a rainbow
That will shine out of the windowpane

These days
There are many who are going through pain
Uncertainty has caught us by the neck  again
The virus lurks, has been on a house hunting spree
Causing distress
It’s been here for a while, creating stories of its own in every home
After a brief pause, back to bringing our lives to a pause, if not standstill
The world its classroom
Sending out individual and group invites
Nudging us to face it, brace it
Trying to teach some life skills
Will it be able to create a new world
A better one
We’ll see
Hopeful with prayers on lips
This time we are better equipped
Empowering each other with help and support
To heal

You only want to share your innermost thoughts with people who have a heart to listen

What is it, that I need to read
Haven’t I read it all, that I ever wanted to know
What is it that’s missing
Haven’t I written it all
Do I need to read more
To finally know
What’s left unread
The chapters that went missing
Unfinished portion of life