Poetry

I heard
someone saying that there is nothing for you that can be in dearth
There was
this little girl, Mira who loved you since her birth
That night
was the herald of changes with your incarnation
It really
proved to be the tomb of evil and their relations
Levees of
Yamuna trying to retire from their duty
O Giridhar ,
Sanwariya, Nandh Lal-you are more than a deity….
When my ammi
combed my hair with her fingers you were there… singing
My grandma
kissed my forehead and you were there….blessing
My grandpa
advised me and you were there reflecting his gaze
My brother,
friends teased me, your mischief thriving through them
Travelling
in a rickety bus, a cool breeze brushed my face as your affectionate touch
putting me at ease
I could
understand a language I never knew talking to this stranger because it was your
language we were conversing in
Your smile
sailing through the smile of the stranger
Watching an
infant sleep, a soft smile on his face with you there making it more beautiful J
Plants full
of dust in summer and then it rained as you helped them bathe
I sit down
and breathe with you all around guiding me to follow a path so unique…..