The daffodil dance

When William Wordsworth penned it down,

Golden daffodils painted the town,

Was it the flowers or the flowing stream,

Was it the solitude or his dream. 

I cannot tell what poets do,

Inspirations, imaginations, or just a singing cuckoo,

All I know, my mind blinds off,

Starts galloping like a horse.

It takes control of my thoughts

Holds my will as a wrought,

Penning it down is the only aim

Nothing works, no excuse lame. 

Today was such definite day

Down the stairs, I pave my way

I feel the breeze in my hair

The sun shines somewhere.

Listening to the rustle of autumn dry

The white cumulus flocks the sky,

The moment of smile, a sigh of relief 

Tonite with sleep, I would do a thief. 

Reminiscence with bobo

Your little fingers painted red and blue,
The paper carrying rainbow hue;
Confident strikes and imaginative figures,
And thus memories of my childhood triggers.

Cards and paintings for mom and dad,

Foolish acts of dancing rad;

Digging worms and filling the jar,

The time doesn't seem so far.

As you giggle and jump around everywhere,

I see myself smiling and gazing there;

I am living my childhood days with you,

Feeling fresh and all anew.

Mere tumhare, sabke liye hai, Happy Diwali!!

दिया, कंदील, और खील बताशे,
रंगोली के रंग, और पटाखे,
आज घर की याद आई है,
संग यादों की लड़ियाँ लायी है,
कुछ धूम हम यहाँ भी मचाएंगे,
दही भल्ले, हलवा कचोरी खायेंगे,
गाजे बाजे संग दीपावली मनाएंगे,
क्यूंकि आज मेरे घर, मेरे भगवान् राम आयेंगे।। 

When a few of my Swede and Brit colleagues wished me "Happy Diwali", I finally concluded that India has become a global power indeed. The day is usual, the same monotony, the same morning rush, the tunnelbana hustle bustle, dropping kid to school, rushing for work, building reports, analyzing retail data, etcetra, etcetra.. But there is a dash of difference, a dash of diwali - Bobo singing - "Happy Diwali.... Radha on the dance floor" since morning, in loop and me excited about the cooking plans for the evening. (my latest love for cooking, thanks to the modern day cooking groups). 

It feels like Diwali now, a little modern though, and a little vilayati. But it does feel. A lot of credit goes to my son, the little pre-schooler, bobo. :) He has been super excited. Cleaning, decorating, arranging, cooking - and bobo is excited for all. Along with feeling proud for my son who is imbibing cultures all together and rapidly, I am happy for myself. 

After a small puja, with some youtube arti clippings, and some arti's using our own memory of "Om jai Lakshmi Ramna".. We had the delicacies, and bobo tasted all the stuff, but loved the gulguley.. 

Wishing all the happiness to all across!! :) 

The best thing in life is...

The best thing in life is you yourself
The best thing in life is she herself
The best thing in life is he himself
The best thing in life is, ofcourse, me myself..

God created me just fine
And sent me to the journey of the marvellous earth
To feel enamoured by the beauty and shine
To be surprised with the mourning and mirth

To love the little things in life
To love my health and my mind
To be a mom and be a loving wife
To be beautiful, and be kind. 

Uphill as I tread the steep path
Somewhere I got lost in the jungle
Not realizing the trap and the aftermath
Amidst difficult times, relations entangle

Working towards baseless goals
Wasted thinking, wasted time
Falling in thorns, jumping potholes
Loosing sheen in my prime

Some say its better late than never
Wake up to my inner strength
Tap the potential with fervour
Walk the path less taken, at length

Love my body, revive my soul
Seeking true joy, wash away all sin
Seeking my Lord in me as a whole
Tranquil be my mind within.. 

Last weekend's indiblogger WOW was - "the best thing in life is..".. I has some thoughts floating in my mind, but couldnt open them down to submit in the competition. Anyways, its good to have them on my blog now..