To cook is a dream

To cook
a dish
is a dream
Just any dish
but the sugar
and the salt
Alas
I erroneously
mix

I cook
guided
by the
nose
I disregard
the recipe
and the prescribed
dose

I don’t
make a mess
but dirty
is what the kitchen
has become
it’s not intentional
but it seems
to be
a natural
outcome

so now I am
banned from
being near the
hearth
so the opportunities
to cook
are certainly
in a dearth

And there lies the Music

The flute plays
A melody
Soothing and flowing
I wonder
Who owns the song
And Where lies the music

The dexterous fingers
Playing on the vents
Claim the song
as theirs to play
The wooden pipe boasts too
of having the requisite length
And the characteristic timber

The mind proclaims
Oh so vainly
I am the conceiver,
of those insightful notes
I am the one who guides
those fingers to play
ever so elegantly

But then there came the voice
From the warm depth
of the beating heart
For there arose that feel
That rush of ecstasy
Of knowing the song
Before it was ever heard

For there, flowed the notes
Before they could ever be
written and composed
From there it resonates in many hearts
Those who hear and feel
the same ecstatic rush
and the shared rhythm of the heart

There
In multitude of pure hearts
resonating in a happy rhythm
Where they all sway in gay abandon
Is where, the song belong
And there I feel
lies the music

To the newer me

In the future
lies a new me
older
but closer
to the one
I want to be

My steps
are small
yet resolute
guided and cajoled
by the
newer me

In the March
to the glorious future
I leave footsteps
of mine
on the virgin sands of time
for everyone
to see

In each step
there remains
a part of me
for
I am the destination
and
the path
is also me

Morning Chai

PC: Preeti

ये चाय की प्याली
समेटे है अपने में पूरी सुबह
वो सुबह की ताजगी
वो सौंधी सी महक
और वो अपना ज़ायक़ा
और उसमें घुली यादें
है सुबह खूबसूरत
जैसे ये चाय की प्याली