We met about seven years ago
And I had the great pleasure
Of working with you
You were warm and friendly
As well as extremely helpful and supportive
Whenever I got stuck on a mandate
I knew I could turn to you for guidance
However, the best part was
You were uber cool
Nothing could ever shake you
And even if I struggled sometimes
You never pushed me to deliver
Something that I appreciated immensely
Of course, you were my Team Lead
But you are also a good friend of mine
Though it's been a very long time
Since we last met
We have been keeping in touch
Every now and then
You not only put up with my rants
But also advise me from time to time
Whether it be work or personal issues
I am also very happy
That you are now a mother
I'm sure you will do wonders
As a mother and a wife
And also as a HR professional
Please continue to be the amazing human being that you are
And I hope to catch up with you soon
Take care and wish you loads of happiness, love, good health and success

That all I had in my heart
Was all soft spoken by the art
It hurt me a bit as I looked at it
But it unfolded a picture I had truly never believed!
 
But I felt the warmth of her feelings
When my conscience hugged me a little
The blue face dipped in the universe of grief,
I thought would never come out of belief!
 
Abruptly it revealed to me,
        Everything was fair when you thought it correct!
And the fire below,
Reached the sky…
         That filled it with pure plums of hope!
Could you tell me…
“What the lady in the mirror had in real?”
A pessimist figure, An Optimist mind!
                                              
                                     Rashmi Pitre
                              (copyright n published poem)

The winds,
the cyclones,
the glaciers of life...
in the cluster of day-to-day happenings...

Sun shines and Sun sets..
becoming a true friend
and a divine dictator

a super sarcasm..

for the Supreme has always pampered
and caressed my impermanence

with a hug so cozy and full of blissful silence..

making me realize..
the undefined in the crust of my abstract life..

-- Published and Copyright work by Rashmi Pitre