The Mundanity of Life

The mundanity of life,

Cuts you like a knife,

Wake up, work, sleep,

Repeat and try not to weep,

I'm suddenly off carbs and sweets,

My body is no longer moving to a rhythmic beat,

Fevers once in two weeks,

My favourite swims, make me weak,

I am bored,

My life looks and feels as dull as a blackboard,

Do I need to travel?

And allow my mind to unravel,

The beauty of life, beyond my four walls,

Right now, my life is on slo-mo, practically a crawl,

More, more, more, my heart screams for more,

I definitely need to step out more,

My life can't be this grind of 9-6,

Dull and predictable like a ready to eat pack of breakfast mix. 

Take Charge

The best place for kheema, is on a plate, to be eaten,

Invite that chaos into your life and get ready to be beaten,

Intentions have to be clear,

Otherwise it's best to throw it out of your ears,

From your mind and heart too,

For it takes two,

To create a symphony,

So best to throw out the phonies,

Wisen up to the flakes,

All they do is take and take,

So firmly close all doors,

Take charge of your life's oars,

You're the captain of this ship,

You don't need to be stuck to any hip,

Your life may be lonely at times,

But there is peace and beauty in your solo climb,

You've got this,

'Cos you're a badass sis.

Lap of Love

Ours is not a story of survival,

Nor was it of revival,

It was a love story,

And we're living it everyday, in all it's glory,

While we abruptly lost one,

We gained people by the ton,

This army of love,

That took us in and sheltered us in their cozy glove,

We lapped it up,

Picked ourselves up,

And wrote our happy beginning,

We saw light piercing through with one ending,

And we ran towards it,

With all our might,

The darkness still flits around,

But we choose everyday, to be drowned,

In love,

Lots and lots of warm cozy love. 

Voices

We live in a world,

Where emotions aren't allowed to unfurl,

Feel too little,

You're not belittled,

Feel too much,

And you're suddenly too much,

But we're humans,

Weren't we created to feel all shades of the season?

A song makes me cry,

And certain foods remind me of home, don't ask me why,

This is me,

And I'd like to just be,

With all my range of emotions,

I'm happy living with the commotion,

I wouldn't be any other way,

Come night or day.

Almost 38

38 years old in four days and I'll be celebrating by watching my 6 year old take stage as a Chinese narrator for his school play. The highlight of 2025 would probably be the moment my mother encouraged me to attend Ed Sheeran's concert. I blinked at her, with my mouth wide open. 

The same woman who strongly discouraged me from doing anything adventurous in life, was actually telling me to go live a little. 

As I watch the replay of Coldplay live in Ahmedabad via Disney+ Hotstar, I can't help but be instantly reminded of my late husband. Also a lead guitarist, whose dreams of playing on a stage as large as Coldplay's will forever remain unfulfilled.

I don't have the courage to physically attend a concert anywhere anymore, because the stage, the equipment and the screaming fans all remind me of him.

I proudly admitted to a close friend, just last week that I had forgotten all about my husband. How is he running in my head now, alongside Chris Martin's angelic voice?

I'd like to think of myself as more than a widow. There are other colours that fill my life. The darkest one of them all, I try my best to shake off every single day.

I pick myself up and keep moving forward for, what other choice do I have? Death is a part of life and life is a part of death.

For now, I'm happy to listen to Chris Martin croon whilst wiping away the occasional involuntary tear that's rolling down my cheeks.

Three Years

Three years since you've been gone,

Strangely life went on,

That's who I've become now - strange,

My moods have quite a range,

I'm happy and sad,

Glad and mad,

I didn't shed a single teardrop today,

Instead, I shooed them all, away,

I walked like a zombie,

And stayed awake in bed like a zombie,

December 6th, what a terrible day,

Thankfully, it's not here to stay,

One life of mine ended today,

My mind is a disarray,

Everything is a mess and it isn't,

I rearranged all the broken pieces with precision,

It's almost as if nothing shattered,

And my soul isn't battered,

I'll live and I'll love,

Even if I'm pushed and shoved,

This is me,

Rising above the debris,

All day,

Everyday. 

Kunafa Cake

Crisp on the outside,

Gooey on the inside,

Dubai's viral pistachio kunafa cake,

Causes quite a shake,

Inside your mouth and belly,

Your soul suddenly feels far from empty,

Like you waited all your life,

To have that cake, instantaneously wiping away all your strife,

Be Dubai's viral pistachio kunafa cake,

It's sure to keep early sleepers awake,

You crave for it, long after you've brushed your teeth,

You constantly dream of what lies underneath,

Layer after layer,

Made for him and her,

This cake is for everyone,

One bite and you'll share it with no one.

My Dearest Poopie

Someone asked me, why I'm still single,

I replied quickly, "I'm not in a rush to mingle,"

Had I met a man, who was half as nice as you,

I would feel less blue,

Someone called you my ex,

I almost hit him on the face with a chair, like a rabid T-Rex,

Someone asked me, if I'm still hung up on you,

"He was the love of my life" I replied, straight from the heart, truer than true,

While the concept of marriage is great,

I'm willing to wait,

For some version of you,

That still exists, from my point of you,

Until then, I'm happy to be single,

Reluctant to mingle.