...starting Sustainability, with Self-sufficiency in the backyard!

 Fruits of Labor--always the SWEETEST!

(Summer 2021!)

The Start of a Green-Thumb Aspiration!

Writing on this and that, here and there.....

Some of My Recent Blogposts as a Guest Contributor (Because non-fiction is where we live, and fiction is where we dream!): 

v Why Vote? https://www.edforsd.org/post/seven-habits-of-highly-effective-u-s-citizens

v Pandemic Lockdown: https://thriveglobal.com/stories/covid19-teachable-moments/

v Kamala Harris: https://americankahani.com/perspectives/whats-in-a-middle-name-the-significance-of-devi-in-kamala-harriss-name/ 

v Sustainability: https://thriveglobal.com/stories/color-coded-hotel-towels/

v Summer-Slide: https://thriveglobal.com/stories/13-ways-to-beat-the-heat-and-sabotage-the-summer-slide/

v That Quintessential Sari: https://thriveglobal.com/stories/sorry-in-a-sari/

v Dubai: https://thriveglobal.com/stories/dubai-demystified/

The Green Cover We Cherish So Much

 

Poetry in JCFPL

A poetry to raise a toast to the sense of community that gets sealed in a time of crisis!

tinyurl.com/jcpoetry2021

....When the water of the Hudson rises....

When in the Beyond

I lost a train of thought to the screeching halt by a memory. 

This happens to me often,
Memories, you would brand random,
Simply appear,
Out of nowhere,
And lead me on to places old,
Faces old,
Smells of yore,
Heat that sears,
And rains that pour.
I am lost in the familiar,
I am uncertain in that which has happened,
I am limp, even when I knew I ran,
I am darting, where I know I lay for hours.

Beauty, in the perfection of her face,
Bravado, in his grip on the bike handles,
Fear, in those letters reaching the correct address,
Shame, in the first red on the underpant.
Envy, in a 99 here and a 100 there.

A house in the hills, 
is in the memories,
A house in the hills,
was never in the plans.

A flight to the Beyond,
is written in the dreams in those memories,
And sitting in that Beyond today,
I can see all that lies just outside the Beyond
....from those days, from these days, but outside.

It is the law of nature, I think,
to leave the Behind, when you enter the Beyond.

Truth That Travels

Truth That Travels

Fake it,
for the truth,
no one can take it.

Truth torments,
for the truth may be ephemeral like the dew drop on the leaf,
glistening, filled up to the brim in sparkling allure,
So real, but gone, by a wind, by a whisper or by a whim.

Truth prevails,
truth as we saw it.
Truth, that can travel undiminished, undeterred, understood.

Mind

That eternal vagabond, 

That Usain Bolt of thoughts, 

That mixing bowl of Glen with Chardonnay with Vodka and Tequila,

That child with a pout insisting on the china doll,

That Siddhartha of nirvana,

That Hitler of Holocaust,

This mind is all that,

And worse.

To Lost Friends

It rains outside,
I did not see the clouds in the evening.
Where did this rain come from?

Rain, like friends, can leave you wet, in memories.....of days gone by.
A friend.....who is she?
Someone who made you laugh, or someone who cried with you?

You will never know.
Like a dream that never came true, the friend is gone for now.
I hear no pitter-patter any more. Did the rain end?

A sun will shine tomorrow,
or perhaps day after.
This dampness will take a while to dry. Eyes are rain clouds you see.