Welcome to the little baby

In the middle of a winter February day,
After lots of dreams and tons of pray,

Comes the moment that gives everybody a big joy,
It took longer than usual, but such was the God's ploy,

Amidst the silent life of didi and jiju, was added some rhythm,
After years of wait a beautiful angel has come

Tears of joy rolled downed the cheeks,
On seeing the bundle of joy who made us wait for weeks,

There is some magic in the month of February,
Another doll has arrived to give Aanya and Sara some company,

The jubilation of didi and Jiju can never be estimated,
Unless you have experienced a feeling long awaited,

In the new home of didi and Jiju, the little Goddess will enter,
No matter how busy we may be, but you will always be at the center,

A father who rides on bike and cars will become a horse for you,
Because your cuteness will entice us to keep loving you.

Your mama has only this much to write for you,
But the love and affection will never finish for you.

Warmth of Love

Love is not a painting on a lifeless canvas that fades away,
It is a priceless elixir of life, which you long to stay

Cometh the troubled time and let it bring all it can,
The bonding with my love will show why it all began

Its not about creased bed sheets, taste of the lips or the shapely navel,
A peck on the forehead, a tea prepared with affection, a slight wink can also do because its not always external

Fun sides are often less spoken and not discussed much,
Those parts are heavily subsided and not narrated as such,

The mini battles of who is dumber are rejoiced a lot,
The moments of frivolous banters and constant nagging can never be bought

Success of the relation is not defined by the years of stay;
It is measured by the memorable moments we created on the way

Love that bloomed into marriage is like a bud of nursery,
It can only blossomed into a flower if the boy and the girl can long for each other even on their 50th anniversary,

Touch

Every second person who smiles at you,

Every other person who keeps looking at you,

But the special one can be found without doing much,

Because only the most special one has the magical touch

In our youth we are always at the crossroads of choosing the right one

But God always have a special plan for each and every one

Some are pleasant in talks and some are good with looks,

Some are brilliant in sports and some are drowned in books

Education has confused our brains while judging the wrong and right because there is a lot we assume,

The materialistic pursuits have put us in wrong pedestal when it comes to fight for whom

A Kundali or a software or tinder is not needed to find whom we need to clutch,

A simple handshake or a light hug is enough to find the Godly sign of magical touch

The soft caress on the cheeks or the gentle tap on the shoulders,

Suffering is a very tiny word; the current flows when two love bodies connect can move even big boulders

The music of love is on a completely a different frequency and can be perfectly heard only between the bonded lovers,

When the attracted bodies moves in a rhythmic way and engages in a cosmic dance it is never vulgar

To an onlooker it may seem the bodies are connected and lying together,

But in reality the souls are united with the creator and with each other

The physical body is mere pawn of the soul and is present to take its directions

Only the purity of the souls drives the deep connection; the happy faces of lovers are mere reflections

Till one is alive one should relish what one has as there are many to whom God has not given much,

But to the lost souls who are yet to meet the right one, it pays to remember God has still given the magical touch

I Saw Her

She was never meant to bump in to my life,
I never knew what destiny planned for me, but I saw her

It was an excruciating pain to come to her city,
She came to the station searching for me, before she could see me I saw her

In my worst state where I could not bear myself,
She was happy enough to be with me, beautifully she hid her pains but I saw her

Rains bring glory and jubilation to her life,
She was dancing as if no one was watching but I saw her,

She was as tough as rock and was a pillar to her family,
A vulnerable side was always there. She tried to conceal it but I saw her

Cooking was her hobby and her medium of expressing love,
She might have thought all those pearls of sweat might go unnoticed but I saw her

Whatever my likes are, whatever I watch, eat, read or enjoy, it automatically became her choice,
That pile of minor adjustments throughout the time she was thinking they are overlooked but I saw her

If love is a medium of imbibing two souls into one, she was the one who had both, My soul was lost in her, and to identify myself I SAW HER

Friendship with Sagar

There were no hopes to raise, there were no foes to face,
There were no ropes to climb, there were no friends to chime

A dull life style was to be upgraded by a duller lifestyle,
A step was taken to start a journey of 500 miles,

First day started with excitement and trepidation, I met a quiet guy and he became an acquaintance,
Didn't I ever realize that a real brother was found, the bonding had all the ingredients of permanence

You rarely meet, you rarely greet but you know when it really matters you have a friend indeed
You don't need bear hugs, you don't need teary farewells, but you know there is someone who pays heed

Neither is it gayish, nor is it boyish and never it is ostentatious display of affection,
But it does come out inadvertently in the praise of a nonexistent talent, by showing presence in the most important occasion

Some people learn from you, some people lecture you too often, only person who teaches you without you realizing is your real friend,
Now I don't know where the border of friend starts and where does it end, you are my brother, my family, let’s call you briend,

Very few people I learned a lot without conversing a lot, you can be huge still be a charming pot,
You can be smiling but still be assertive, you can be smiling but still be hiding a lot, NO YOU CANNOT

Much I have blabbered, still there is plenty of things to say, The couplets are scantily written and there is plenty of things to convey

I believe our friendship is here to stay, and I still have good memories from my briend,
This all I can write as of now and with this this poem comes to an end.

From Part time poet, full time reader, life time friend

A Visit to Masala Library

We planned to start with breakfast at Coffe Di' Bella in the morning,

A call was placed, and the news was out that the place is closed till Saturday evening

What to do next, the thoughts went deep,

I was happy because I was assured of my sleep,

Different options for breakfast were explored,poha,rajma,idli were considered,

Shruti and I were happily surprised, in a span of 20 min the breakfast was served

Mansi served thalipeeth with her new-found speed,

We all sat together to watch the dud "Raees"

I need not invent a way to make everybody irritate,

Because of my ample laziness we were already late,

The cab was booked to reach our eating destination,

Entire journey Mansi did was to vent out her frustration

Till we reach there we all felt sick of apprehension,

That the table we booked we might lose reservation,

A smile spread across our face and we made ourselves stable,

Only to find that we didn't lose our table,

To neutralize our taste buds, we were served with thandai packed inside the bubble,

Just one gulp inside was enough to make our appetite completely double,

We relished the starters and flourished on main course,

The desserts were lip smacking and we gormandized it without any force,

The taste of Masala Library is difficult to beat,

It was Mansi who surprised us with a pleasant treat,

She pours the heart, joy and very important the money to pay the bill,

The stomach was too full that it was better to take a pill,

Days like these are hard to come often,

We will carry the pleasant memories until our coffin,

Once the lunch was over, the girls started to give expressions,

two thirty hot afternoons marked the start of their selfie sessions

Since Di Bella was also in BKC and it was near to impossible to resist Shruti's temptation,

We called the place only to find that the point at BKC was closed for renovation,

KK concert was lined up for the day, but it had to start at 7pm,

Shruti was restless to shop at Bandra and hell bent on emptying the ATM

We succumbed to Shruti and went to Linkin Road,

only to find out that all shops were closed

I felt elated to escape from girl's shopping,

The happiness was ephemeral as some hawkers were found walking

Shruti's and Mansi's eyeballs poppet out of their sockets,

In a span of half an hour they emptied their pockets

The shopping was over and I took a sigh of relief,

Girls are the biggest shopaholics; firmer got my belief,

We left linking road and started for Cofi de bella,

The entire experience compelled me to write the novella

The excitement was growing to reach the concert,

The voice of KK is like an oasis in the hot dessert

We had some time for the concert, so we reached the cafe,

Surprising for this barren place, I had to sign at the hallway

A hectic day was taking a toll and increasing our madness,

We were welcomed at the café with a packet of rudeness

Shruti had already decided what she was going to eat,

We were happy because after all it was her treat

The craving for some caffeine was needing to keep us awake,

Freaky person ordered freak shake and the ordinary person added Oreo Shake,

I asked “rudeness” what’s so special about the masala chai,

She replied blandly that it is special because it has masala on the chai

I was amused to laugh on the stupidity of my question or the absurdity of her reply,

My inner self cursed me why do you do this man why,

The sight of freak shake freaked me out,

can Shruti even finish it was my doubt,

She gorged on it in an attacking way,

the predator red marked its harmless prey

Whipped cream, chocolate sticks oreos and waffles,

none was spared in one sided battles,

Last comes the chance of chocolate beehive,

she too gave up on the fight to survive

Out came triumphed the girl with pudgy cheeks,

everything was gobbled which could have lasted for weeks,

Time in the café went like a jiffy,

again, the girls decided to start a session on selfie,

Seeing the emoticons printed on the wall,

the girls start imitating in the middle of the hall

The place and situation doesn’t matter because for a girl every time is expression time,

Don’t dwell too much the line was added just to make the poem rhyme,

Finally, the time came for which I was waiting the whole day,

The wait for the KK concert turned my hair from black to gray

Even on a 102 degree fever a day before, KK performed brilliantly which was no mean feat

The audience were mesmerized throughout from his voice and sometimes skipped a beat

On a musical note a memorable day came to an end

We were happy with the way the day went