Reality Check

June has always been a little bit of a conundrum for me. It brings with it the promise of a vacation under sunny skies, but with a pang of fear for leaving everything behind. Just like the washed away sand on the beaches I like to visit.

June marks the middle of another year and I can never tell if I’ve done just enough to be able to relax now and justify it as a good year, or if I’m just getting started.

June has a way of breaking past all the barriers I’ve constructed and ridding me of all disillusions. For June always is what it is, and never what it ought to be.

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I step out and it’s April

April for me is a month of uncertainty. The weather’s oscillation between hot and cold keeps me up more than half the night. The sun is warm and the breeze is pleasant. The days are equal parts energising and draining. But when I step out and notice how blue the blue of the skies is, how green the green of the leaves is and how brightly coloured is all of nature, I realise the true splendour of April. It blooms and nurtures. It revitalises and nourishes. April is Mama Earth’s way of readying us for a beautiful year ahead.

Siren Song

I’m looking for a new song to hum tonight. Not like a lullaby yet a salve for the soul. A tune for all ages. The words haunting. A treble that trembles and a bass as deep as the woods. A siren’s call. A devil’s snare. A lure. A trap. An unattempted dare.

I’m looking for a new song to hum tonight. Can you fathom its dulcet tones?

Love Language

Wo kehte hain ki wo nahi jaante

Ki ye pyaar aakhir hota kya hai

Par wo fir bhi har subah uthke mere liye ek pyaali chai banaate hain

Wo kehte hain ki wo nahi jaante ki ye pyaar aakhir hota kya hai

Par fir bhi wo har subah uthke mere liye ek pyaali chai banaate hain

Aapne ye kaha toh nahi ki isme koi badi baat nahi hai

Par aap ye jaante bhi nahi ki unhe chai peena ka shauk nahi hai

Muskan

Mere sheher ki apni ek alag hi pehchaan hai

Log kehte hain ki muskuraiye, aap Lucknow mein hai

Par mujhe toh lagta hai ki ye poora sheher khud ek muskan hai

Jiski shuruaat to dheeme dheeme, bheeni si hoti hai

Par jo pal bhar mein mann ke har kone ko chhoo jaati hai

Ek aisi khushi jo muskuraane waale se leke dekhne waale tak khud bakhud pohoch jaati hai

Ek aisi raunak jo zameen aur aasmaan dono ko chamkaati hai

Log kehte hain ki muskuraiye, aap Lucknow mein hai

Mujhe lagta hai Lucknow sheher hi ek muskaan hai

I do, do I?

Right here

Right now

There’s a question in your eyes

And an answer on my lips

On the verge of being uttered out

Right here

Right now

There’s a silent cry in your mind

And some hope in my heart

At the very brink of flickering out

Right here

Right now

There’s you

And there’s me

As raw as we’d ever be

You’ve said your vows

And I am pretty wowed

But is this really for all eternity?

Purani Jeans

You remind me of an old pair of jeans

Slightly worn

Very much faded

Snugly fitting through the various sizes I’ve been over the years

Comfortable, familiar, a go-to when I couldn’t care less

A top or a tee

With flats or heels

Flexible through all my choices

A constant echo through all my voices

You remind me of a pair of old jeans

My favourite pair

For non-English speakers, the word “Purani” in the title means “old” in Hindi. There’s a popular song in India which never fails to fill us all with nostalgia and yearning for the simpler days of our childhood. Of friends made and hearts broken. Of memories and happiness. Do give it a listen on the link below, if you like.