Sunday, November 30, 2014


One by One
The cows  were piled in trucks
Preparing for 
Mass slaughter

Bundled out
One by One
On a grassless meadow
For their final journey

There was a hushed doom
Slowly people gathering
to witness
A gory scene

The butchers sharpened their hatchets
Unmindful   of their deadly task
They were about to perform
To the voiceless cows

The spectators turned cold
Their voices frozen
Was it sympathy?
Or was it connivance?

Five thousand cows
Brought to be sacrificed
At the altar
For an unimaginable gain

As the butcher posed
Their murderous hatchet
The heavens trembled
At this dastardly deed

Pray, why did the spectators 
Turn dumb?
Why did their eyes
Turn blind?

Was there not
A single bold soul
A single voice
On behalf of the  voiceless cows?

Condemn! Condemn!
O lord forgive their crime
Let not such a day arise again
:let not our blood freeze again

Let not the cows be slaughtered
Let not tradition become a mockery
Let not superstition cloud our judgement
O Lord, never again may such atrocities unleash

Together we can
Together we will
Together we raise our  voices
To stop the maddening slaughter

Saturday, November 29, 2014


The alarm clocks ushers the morning
Marking the rise from slumber
A million tasks to be done
With the arrival of dawn

The gracious sunrise
A blushing pink
the dew drops on the grass
A soft carpet

The twitter of excited birds
The fading moon
The visit to the temple
A spiritual boon

Picking thee Har shinghar
Lighting the diya
The chime of the temple bells
The blowing of the conch

The morning raaga
Riyaaz of the singer
The bowing to Goddes Saraswati
For a blessed performance

A hurried rush
In the wholesale market
Fresh marigolds for the temple
Tender roses for the lovers

The morning walk with the dog
The joggers in the park
The people in the Gym
Rooted  for a healthy life

The rush for the tiffin
Getting ready for school
Memorizing the notes
For  the perfect score

The elders in the park
The huddling together on benches
Exchanging notes of yesterday
Preparing together for today

The morning brings new promises
Unchartered horizons
Endless possibilities
All packed in a day

Friday, November 28, 2014

The Storm

The tranquility began to shake
The shadows began to loom
She tried to wipe it away
But the signs refused to go

A storm was brewing
Slowly but surely
Gaining momentum
And there was no escaping

Darkness descended squarely
Bewildered she tried to gather her wits
But the storm had arrived 
In its full ferocity

She felt herself being swept  away
As the storm lunged on
Her boat rocked violently
Her word was torn apart

She  prayed silently
Holding on to Hope
This could not be the end
She reminded her soul

Sunshine was around the corner
Miraculously the darkness ceased
Bit by bit she storm subsided
Confirming Hope

She had borne the fury
She had been lashed so
Like a phoenix she rose
Glorified she shone

Thursday, November 27, 2014


As long as i can remember
Happiness has been a goal
A desire for perfect moments
And a perfect life

Where will i find happiness?
In the innocent gaze of an infant?
In the rising sun at dawn?
In the swirling waves of the ocean?

How carefree you are Happiness
Here now and gone tomorrow
I wait patiently 
For your arrival again

I seek you Happiness
 To quench my thirst on a hot  summer day
In the nutty delights on a warm wintry day
In the crimson folds of the autumn leaves

I seek you Happiness
In the reunion of the family
In the score card of my kid
In the ultimate dream job

I seek you again
In the fragrance of a deep red rose
In the precious droplets of the  morning dew
In the bright yellow  Sunflower

I seek your permanence Happiness
And finally comprehend
Happiness is in the mind, body and soul
For Happiness lies within.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014


O Mighty Ocean
I wondered about you
When as a young lass
I held sea shells in my hand

How pretty they looked
A gift from you
I played some more
Hoping to see you

And one fine day
I almost gasped
When in a flash
I saw you without warning

The never ceasing rythm
Of perpetual waves
Kissing the beach
Leaving a bevy of snails

I threw aside my slippers
And ran amok on the wet sands
You continued
To sing your song

How many worlds do you hide
In your gigantic bosom?
How many creatures
Call you home?

From the largest whales
To the terrifying Sharks
The graceful dolphins
To the tiniest plankton

I have often wondered
How old are you?
As long as man
Or more than he?

I have watched the sun set
On your brilliant horizon
Your waters turning 
An Autumn gold

You continue to thrive
Timeless joy of nature
And i continue to dance
At your golden feet


As the night approaches
I prepare for slumber
Say a silent prayer
For a dream so dear

I toss and turn
Half awake
But like a defiant child
You dodge me

Should i forsake 
My precious dream?
Nay! never!
I hug my dream

I chase you each night
But you elude me so
Yet i know
You'll comeback as a lost love

I dream of goals
And precious victories
Working my way
Through countless forays

And finally
One day
I sigh no more
For my dreams have come true


Nine months in the womb
You lodged a bond
I nourished you
And you kept me warm

Your birth was a celebration
A gift from God
Your toothless smile
Tugged at my heart

It was a joy to see you grow
Watching you crawl
Guiding your walk
Together we learnt it all

The excitement of your first birthday
The elaborate menu
The choicest cake
The room boasting of joy

I taught you the alphabets
Dressed you in fancy dresses
Recited you nursery rhymes
And guided your homework

And before i knew
You had graduated to college
Formed your own opinions
And chalked your destiny

Yet the beautiful bond remains
Even though you have left old shores
And every once in a while
Our roles are reversed

You have made me rich
You have made me proud
You are  the greatest gift
My sweetest doll.


The dormant seed
Buried underneath
Revels in darkness
To emerge a sapling
Does it complain of change?
No! it embraces change!

The tender bud
snug and tight
Holding a dozen promises
blossoms into a flower
Does it complain of change?
No! it embraces change!

The setting sun
A brilliant orange ball
Gives way to the night
And the twinkling stars.
Does it complain of change?
No! it embraces change!

The soft catepillar
The encased pupa
Arises from  the cocoon
To a brilliant butterfly
Does it complain of change?
No! it embraces change!

The new moon
A solemn dark sphere
Patiently grows
To a full moon
Does it complain of chamge?
No! it embraces change!

Why pray do u shun change?
Change is the essence of life
Change is the soul of life
Change  is the law of life
Stop complaining
And become the change

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Vo Kaagaz Ki Kashti days

I found this on Facebook and am sharing it here. Just echoed all that was in my heart . Nostalgia time :)

Feeling so nostalgic after reading this... tagging all those over 50. What else do you remember ?

The 1970's Reloaded.....

1. Though you may not publicly own up to this, at the age of 12-17 years,you were very proud of your first "Bell bottom" or your first "Maxi "or your first Apache jeans.

2. Phantom ; Mandrake were your only true heroes. The brainy ones read "Competition Success Review". 

3. Your "Camlin" geometry box & Natraj/Flora pencil was your prized possession.

4. The only "Holidays" you took were to go to your grandparents' or your cousins' houses.

5. Ice-cream meant only - either an orange stick, a vanilla stick – or a Choco Bar if you were better off than most.

6. You gave your neighbors phone number to others with a ‘c/o’ or ‘PP’ written against it because you had booked yours only 7 years ago and were still waiting for your number to come.

7. Your first family car (and the only one) was a Fiat or an Ambassador. This often had to be pushed by the entire family to get going.

8. The glass windows in the back seats used to get stuck at the two-thirds down level! The window went down only if your puny arm could manage the tacky rotary handle to pull it down. Locking the door was easy. You just whacked the other tacky, non-rotary handle downwards.

9. Your mom had stitched the weirdest lace curtains for all the windows of the car. They were tied in the middle and if your dad was the comfort-oriented kinds, you had a magnificent small fan upfront.

10. Your parents were proud owners of HMT watches. You "earned" yours after SSC exams.

11. You have been to "Jumbo Circus"; have held your breath while the pretty young thing in the glittery skirt did acrobatics, quite enjoyed the elephants hitting football, the motorcyclist vrooming in the "Maut ka Gola" and it was politically okay to laugh your guts out at dwarfs hitting each other's bottoms!

12. You at least once heard "Hawa Mahal" on the radio.

13. If you had a TV, it was normal to expect the neighborhood to gather around to watch the Chitrahaar or the Sunday movie. If you didn't have a TV, you just went to a house that did. It mattered little if you knew the owners or not.

14. Sometimes the owners of these TVs got very creative and got a bi or even a tri-colored anti-glare screen which they attached with two side clips onto their Weston TVs. That confused the hell out of you!

15. Black & White TVs weren't so bad after all because cricket was played in whites.

16. You thought your Dad rocked because you got your own (the family's; not your own own!) colour TV when the Asian Games started. Everyone else got the same idea as well and ever since, no one came over to your house and you didn't go to anyone else's.

17. You dreaded the death of any political leader because of the mourning they would announce on the TV. After all how much "Shastriya Sangeet" can a kid take? Salma Sultana also didn't smile during the mourning.

18. You knew that "
Indira Gandhi" was somebody really powerful and terribly important. And that's all you needed to know.

19. The only "Gadgets" in the house were the TV, the Fridge and possibly a mixer.

20. All the gadgets had to be duly covered with a crochet cover and sometimes even with ingenious, 
custom-fit plastic covers.

21. Movies meant Rajesh Khanna or Amitabh Bachchan. Before the start of the movie you always had to watch the obligatory "Newsreel".

22. You thought you were so rocking because you knew almost all the songs of Abba and Boney M.

23. Your hormones went crazy when you heard "Disco Deewane" by Naziya Hassan & Zoheb Hassan.

24. School teachers, your parents and even your neighbors could whack you and it was all okay.

25. Photograph taking was a big thing. You were lucky if your family owned a camera. A reel of 36 exposures was valuable hence it justified the half hour preparation & "setting" & the "posing" for each picture. Therefore, you have at least one family picture where everyone is holding their breath and standing at attention!

26. During Diwali celebration it was family clothes tailored from our favorite tailor down the road.

27. We walked to school or took a bus..the ones who got dropped by car were always RICH ones.

28. Our outdoor games were gully danda, marbles, stick in the mud , langdi taang, staapu, chupa chupi 
29. Going out to eat in a restaurant was an occasion may be once /twice in a year.

30. Mostly we managed with one pair of shoes for the whole year at school, our elder brother/sisters 
clothes , books were passed to us for school...

31. " Duckback" raincoats were premium - what we could get starting the school in rainy season every 

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

A Red, Red Rose

accidentally came across this poem and it is a part of my childhood memory. Am i happy to have discovered this blast from the past!

Sharing it so that i can enjoy reading it whenever i feel like :)

A Red, Red Rose

My love is like a red, red rose
   That’s newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
   That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
   So deep in love am I :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
   Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
   And the rocks melt wi’ the sun :
And I will love thee still, my dear,
   While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love,
   And fare thee weel a while !
And I will come again, my love,
   Thou’ it were ten thousand mile.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

रूठी माँ

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
तुझसे ही तो जीवन मिला 
तुझसे ही संस्कार मिले 
 फिर आज क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
तुझसे ही सीख मिली 
तुझसे ही अनमोल प्यार मिला 
फिर आज  रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
तुझसे ही सीखी मेहनत 
तुझसे ही सीखा साहस 
फिर आज क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
तुझसे ही सीखी हिम्मत 
तुझसे ही सीखा प्यार का मतलब 
फिर आज क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
कैसे भूलों तुम्हारे हाथ का खाना 
कैसे भूलों मेरी बेटियों पर प्यार लूटना 
फिर आज क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
हर लम्हे को जीना सीखा 
हर मुश्किल से लड़ना 
फिर आज  क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
किसके साथ मनाऊँगी खुशियाँ 
किसके साथ बाँटूँगी  अपना गम 
फिर आज क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
मदहोशी हालत मैं भी पकड़ा मेरा हाथ 
फिर प्यार से चूमा  मेरा हाथ 
फिर आज क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
तू हम सबको छोड़ किस जहान  मैं है 
तेरे सारे प्यारे  साथ ही तो हैं 
फिर क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
आज तो सामने होकर भी दूर है 
दिल मैं एक दुःख  का दरिया है 
फिर आज  क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
तेरे अपने सदैव तुझको पुकारते 
सब तुझे अपने दिलों मैं बसाते 
फिर आज क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ
 चाहे तू आज सबसे रूठ गयी 
हर दिल मैं तेरा बसेरा है 
फिर आज क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
तेरे रूठेपन  को हम समझते 
खुदा  की कुदरत को भी हम समझते 
फिर  आज क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
अश्कोँ  के बीच मैं भी तुझे करीब पाते 
ईश्वर को सदा  दुआ करते 
फिर आज क्यों रूठ गयी माँ?

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
तू हमेशा चमकती रहे 
तेरी यादें सौगातें बनती  हैं 
तुम्हारे न रूठने का इंतेज़ार करते

मेरी प्यारी माँ 
आ फिर लौट आ 
 मेरी प्यारी मा 
हम सब यह ही इंतज़ार करते

                                          -------  आभा मिढा