Showing posts with label song. Show all posts
Showing posts with label song. Show all posts

Rumi, the greatest love of my life


30th May 2016

It was exactly a year ago, when I’d gone to Kirtika’s place and held you in my arms. You were the size of my palm and just like that, then and there you belonged in my heart.



A year later, I can’t even imagine life without you. In fact I survived the year coz of you, and just you.

I remember I held you close to my heart on the drive back home and you whined for your mom, all the way. And then, just like that I become your mom.


People think, I’m a mom to Naina-Kanishk. Giving birth gave me mommyhood. But I know and you know that you’re my first and will always be.  It was you I held nights in my arms as I slept on the floor, thinking you’d fall from the bed. It was you I’d swaddle in my chunnis and put to sleep on a bean bag turned cradle with soft  toys and chewies.  It was you who I first rocked to sleep in my lap with lullabyes. It was for you I’d stayed up all night crying when you got hurt for the first time. All this much much before my twins. In fact I think you brought me the luck as I only tested positive 2 weeks after you came into my home.

So remember, I’m your Mumma first and foremost.



To all those who think that having a dog could be dangerous around my children:

I just wanna tell you that besides the point that Rumi is my child herself, I don’t think Naina-Kanishk would have been there, if not for her.


Firstly, she got me the luck and the mother hormones, which preceded the coming of the twins.

Secondly, she was the sole person in charge of keeping me happy throughout a very difficult pregnancy. I owed my mental health and stability to her. Not to mention that she curled up protectively near my tummy to warm my babies.

Thirdly, and the most FINAL point: I’d any day trust Rumi over any person around my babies – coz dogs are more predictable animals than human beings. Plus Rumi’s life is all about unconditional love and my babies are a part of her pack. She’ll do anything to protect them, in fact.



A silly little in-promptu song for my silly little Rumi. It goes like ‘Bingo’  coz we’ve been clapping a lot to that lately.

There was a mumma
Who had a dog and Rumi was her name-o
R-U-M-I
R-U-M-I
R-U-M-I
And Rumi was her name-o

With a curious nose
And an antennae tail
A skip was in her walk-o
Velvety ears
So soft to touch
Alma was her food-o

L-O-V-E
L-O-V-E
L-O-V-E
You so much I love-o

Papaya, pototo, paneer and eggs
Choostix, biscuits, bones-o
Carrots, cucumber, peanut, gram
All eaten still she’s hungry – o

Always – Hungry – Rumi – Dear
Always – Hungry – Rumi – Dear
Always – Hungry – Rumi – Dear
Why so hungry Rumi – o?

With beagle friends and human friends
You’re so friendly Rumi-o
With a shiny coat and a pretty face
You’re the prettiest pretty we-know

Amber – Socks – Zappa and Fifi
Zoey – Bubli – Zairo and Churan
Zazu – Flash – Dylan and Pebble
Are some of your friends – o

There was a mumma
Who had a dog and Rumi was her name-o
R-U-M-I
R-U-M-I
R-U-M-I
And Rumi was her name-o


Love you my li'l rums, gujariya, pan-chaaali, rumbu-sumbu, poopy, dobby, chhotu, zumbaroo, hingospa and everything else and more we've called you out of 'machmacheee'.

in passing


11th August ‘11

Out of sight. Out of mind.

Does this hold true? Maybe to a certain degree. But that necessarily doesn’t mean that the subject is not tucked somewhere in some very fond corner of the heart, to come up to the mind aimlessly, like a song from an oblivious, infinite playlist in shuffle mode.

I really don’t truly believe in the randomness of the shuffle mode. I think there’s a definite pattern there, somewhere. Probably again, known to the higher mind, the great strategist or the omnipresent. I can sometimes guess the complicated flowchart of the pattern, but don’t know a way of validating my doubts. Do the psychology experts know?

Life emanating of me
Images springing and dancing and jumping off a cliff
A face leaving the trail of its thought behind
Lazy working days full of restless ideas
Commute amidst many, through several modes.

a drive, a tube, an escalator, a tunnel,
a rickshaw, a meter,  a subway, a walk,
a bus, a conductor, a  stop, some stairs..
a journey, an exchange, some time,
just a wee bit of life. 

A

18th March '11

a blank page
a pen
and no words

a poetry without a rhythm
a rhyme which doesn't ring

a night which turns agenda-less
a star which is lost

a friend whose far far away
a friend whose so close yet

a lover whose lost in ideal
a partner whose calculating the logic

a finger which has interrogated every angle
a tear which drops too easily

a straying lock of hair
a sleepy pair of eyes

a commitment of a lifetime
a parting of a week

a song, a sonnet
a ballad, a cuckoo

a nightmare, a dream
a hope, a dawn

Moon's Lullabye

last year's October's writing
October 1st '10

Moons' Lullabye
a bed of stars
a world of twinkling dreams
and my lover got lost

In the midst of the wilderness
my heart longed
for a straying lock
for a deep caress

the long lost notes haunt the sitar
the last kiss lingers venomously on lips
fingers restless
for you, the one whose not there

the bed of stars
spreads across the sky
the courtyard watches silently

See-Saw

November '10

misty mountains
serenades of sonnets
instantly spreading blotting ink
dropping drops of loneliness
drip drip drop drop
up you go
down you go
seesaw seesaw
mood swings

Morrow’s song

15th sept ‘10

I wanna kiss the darkness
I wanna live the dream

The circles round and round , around the eyes
They deepen
The scars at the joint, they bleed, they dry, the scars
They never heal

I wanna kiss the darkness
I wanna live the dream

You kiss, you love, you plead, you say sorry
You walk, you run, you rush, you come back again
You live, you die, you live, you die, you sleep
You wake up again

It’s the same sunshine
It’s the same rain
It’s the same feeling
It’s the same damn emotion

I wanna kiss the darkness
I wanna live the dream

You look, you search, you find, you assure
You know you’ve found it
The answer to the dark, to the shadows, to the loneliness
You smile, you jump, you dance,
You found your soul again

But some day you find yourself wandering on a highway
Trees and flowers and fence on the left side
You walk with a backpack up the road
Wondering which way is the camp?

I wanna kiss the darkness
I wanna live the dream

Gypsy Chimera

28th September '05

torrent torrid..
migratory music..
vagabond mind..
santoor and table beats..
ragas and alap..
candles..water..light..
eyes and beauty..
beauty and eyes..
your eyes..
my eyes..
no barriers..
A hand raised..
a finger touches me..
Don't do that..
I'll die..
Please don't..
I'd forgotten the feel of you....
I'm too weak..
I'll melt totally..
I can't take the ecstacy of your touch..
aroma..sizzles..
and then fizzles..
tears..
I'd said "No" and u went away..
AS IF A DREAM
or a floating-fleeting nightmare.