Love, kindness, family



Kind, Joyful, Hopeful

Beating heart, bringing luck

Blessing to Family, friends, community, 

Sharing, caring, daring to be different.

Respect, Grace, Courage to live with freedom

Take charge, forge ahead, Honor thy parents

My beating heart, Listen.

The heartbeat of your child, your love.

Do you hear, the song of solitude?

Are you playing a catchy tune?

Be still, race ahead, stay rooted while soaring to sky

Be yourself. 

Before you can be anything else.



I am writing this post for March Slice of Life Challenge hosted by Two Writing Teachers.  You are invited to join the reflective writing community too.




Mamma, Here For You

               Artist: AmilyShree Trivedi-Ziemba


MAMMA, Here for YOU


Looking at you, I knew.

Did Something happened?

Did someone harmed you? 

Did they let you go, at end of your first day?

What …. happened ….. I thought?

Who broke my bubbie’s hopes?


With tears held back, 

You said: 

“Mamma, the Boss’s Boss came & said 

I am too young for the job”.


What can I say?

My heart ached for you.

Before I step forward & give you a hug, 

You took charge,

Extended your hand, grabbed me for a hug

and said with a radiant smile

(reminding me of the sun peaking out from clouds

after torrential monsoon rain)

“Mamma, they did pay me.

Here.  This is for YOU.

The $$ I made, my first pay.

Use them Only for You, I love you“.




Slice of Life


I am sharing this post for Slice of Life challenge hosted by  Two Writing Teachers .   On Tuesdays, we write about small moments in life that brings us greater joys, at times  sorrow and a meaning.  You are invited to join too.  






If I Die

If I Die,

 Would you go on?

Like wisp of a willow

Or, would you hold together & Keep on walking

Keeping one foot in front of another

 Till the day we meet again?


If you die,

Would I die with you?

Lost amid sea of life without my anchor?

Or would I gather the broken pieces of my heart

     & keep on walking till I find you again?

Will we Perish or Go on?


We know the answer.

We will go on.


at one time

we would have walked …..

barefoot over the desert of hot sand

 to answer the call of each other

But No more.

Now, we have our kids to look after.


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