Of 2023

 

Palacemuse

Towering elegance tucked in pages of history,

Winds through those windows tickle my ears 

Nerves vellicate with each whiff, 

resuscitated from lively bygones of #Bharat 🔥❣️

Fort Flirtations !! 😍

My impish glances at those daring glares
Stoned by those stony stares 
Rigged in rich ancient fervor
Enough for this happy heart to savour
Words of the walls,
With memories of a glorious past embedded in my bosom,
I nurture my rugged self,
The depth of which you can't fathom.
Listen to the faded noises
that once screamed 
Of power and regime ✨🌞
Of Bharat, always poised
- Subha

Happy Skies

 

UNdefined

The studded beaming button bearing a huge heart from the womb 
fell out into this prosaic world on a summer noon
A bud I turned into, when I saw the leaf curl 
With the spring of my happy feet, 
I blossomed untidily as some nagging and some nurturing novelties unfurled 
Shadowed by some net, showering perforated light 
Chained by the rhythm of the moonlight, 
I burnt shackles of unseen fights.
Trampled upon rocky threats with my espied might 
Giggles slayed untenable imbecility of the foolish mind 
Oh my! I sighed at that benevolent grace dumbfoundingly kind 
With the sight of spirit, my load of bollocks vanished, never to find.
Stroking lines on my palm, 
I sing my own Psalm that forever calms,
Staining glory on every face,
that's known the pain of many an unbeckoned phase.
Dear dainty souls, sail through your blurs of blues 
Melt should you to find your hue.
In this fleeting evanescence will you become phosphoroscent,
from stingily limited to munificently limitless.
And unerringly defined to blissfully undefined.

Stillness

 

Moment

 

Happy Birthday Sadhguru

 

Joy

 

Chandrayaan

 

Goal

 

Queendom

 

Random art from yesteryears

 

Dosti Day

 

Found!!

 

Dear Dream

 The stride of the silver sails 

defying clouds of angst and anguish 

Etched words on forked barks in the woods, 

Jarring notes of daring drums

Weaves of group laughs

Diamond drops on grass blades 

A floating dance of lily ballets 

And a jerk of the fall of 

Scrumptious scales of chips

I wake up with an eye lifting 😊

Dream! You just bowled me over. 

- Subha❤️

Sons of Soil

 

Do!

 

Dear Water ❣️

 

Sweetheart

 

The Soldier

 

Divine light ✨✨

My Guru, my inspiration then, now and always!! 
"I was looking for words to write 
All that turned out were my teary eyes shining bright 
In love, you soaked me, for my heart to float 
As you reassuringly see me,  rowing my boat!!"🙏🙏🙏
- Subha 

A dude called DAD

I don't remember your shivering fingers wrapped around my one day old body 

But I do feel that grip of your hold on my drooping head at the break of my teen tears

Oodles of those belly laughs, 

Those silly story nights 

Always a knock on my heart when my head fights. 

- Subha❣️

Blotch

 

Isha

 

Just skies ?

Just skies? Not for my eyes! 
Walking on the ground, I watch the world up the sky, a dew drop, a hare with his ears upright, a dancer's feet and a furry marble, bright. 

Smiling at a cloud wrestle 

beaming at the sun lighting up the stage 

A stretched horse, a laughing monster, Oh, a swimming dragon! a crushed white crayon or a bowing elephant

All and more beautiful sights to my heart eyes, keen! 

Joyfully sharing this mirthful banter of bounty, 

to roll and revel in this magical scene.

-Subha

Listen

 

I am VULNERABLE

I am VULNERABLE and that's my STRENGTH. A little rewind back into time would show an unsure version of me loaded with insecurities and self doubt. So what got me here to be saying the first statement? 

The internal struggles! Never a front bencher in school and just close to an average. I would cry at every damn thing and stay low when being hard hit. Often shrugged off as a weakling, I seemed to hate my mirror image. But that's exactly when something turned around..

I just had the habit of scribbling randomly or journalling you could say, during such instances and for some sentimental reasons, had kept that until one day those words found a place in many hearts. That was the foundation of building up myself. 

Braving that happened because I saw myself exactly the way I was. VULNERABLE. That was the beginning of another exploration which got me to look around and what I found was something that remains with me until now. 

IDENTITY. I sought help to understand my shortcomings and to handle it to my best. This meant baring myself to all possibilities and prejudices. It got me to LEARN and to GROW. So what?

Empathy comes naturally when you are vulnerable and that drew TRUST and I have a blessed bunch of gems called FRIENDS and FAMILY.

I failed miserably many times but that brought in ACCEPTANCE and a push to know myself within. SPIRITUALITY. And that significant pause got me to be moving to be a joyful and successful human being. I am equipped now to know the success the world knows of. That's because of my strength, VULNERABILITY. 

Yours Vulnerably,

Subha. 

APPRECIATION

 

Bhaiyya

If you are going to be like "Oh it's another brother story". NO. A thorough uneducated gentleman who was a man Friday, he worked joyfully ceaselessly irrespective of Sundays. Always clad in white pyjamas and a blue toned white shirt, his wrinkled smile and deep eyes had a long story to tell when I met him few years ago for the first time. I soon got that incredible journey covered within a very short period of our association. Connection, it is and that doesn't need hours and years of engagement or investment as many claim these days. When there is truth, it just imprints. 

Bhaiyya, not mentioning his name or showing him off in his humble picture, with all due respect to his preferred nature of subtle modesty, had an even subtler sensitivity to life around him. He has roughed through his life like many others and you can imagine the picture so, as difficult as you can make it. BUT, picture a person doing it with such gratitude and not a qualm and he always looked up the sky humbly. 

Pain can get most of them wounded. Here was one totally wise and not even touched by the glare of 'ya, I know'. His children today are confident and well settled and thankfully wear a shade of his benevolence and humility. His genuine association with his employers has his phone being jammed for a caring chit chat every now and then by them even now and vice versa too. This is the kind of quality that most organisations spend hell a lot of time and money to get the crux into their folks.  

Bhaiyya is round built which he constantly frets upon despite his hard toil and is happily salt haired. His journey continues as this 60 plus aged gentleman doesn't retire from life. And I am so fortunate to have this gem of a father figure who my dear father adores too. At this moment I involuntarily gently recall one moment when I was a happy lone traveler in a train getting off at a station in the wee hours of the morning. The phone beep silenced immediately to his call ' 'pahunch Gaye ho ma'am?' my luggage just dropped to wipe a running tear at the corner of my eye. Love and respect to dear Bhaiyya! 

Real people do exist.  

The Millet AVTAR MAGIC

How I enjoy my little kitchen with those millet avtars ruling it!

Here I go to tell you their marvellous benefits! 

Ached by a wound in or out, get that Sorghum (Jowar) to heal you out.

Bogged down by that mind boggling blood pressure? Don't make that sad pout.

Let that Bajra (Pearl Millet) butt in and allow super good health to sink in.

Never knew so much about Finger Millet aka Ragi,

As she is loaded with protein, calcium and anti oxidants and you would gleefully cut down on dear maggi.

Just when my skin and hair complained of me not being fair,

The foxtail millet showed up with all her heart health and Vit B-12

And you will never be under an unhappy spell.

Troubled by tantrums from those nerves? 

Allow the gracious Proso (Cheena) to be served. 

Some unseen bacterial enemies that get you burn and scratch?

Sword slash it with Kodo as it's their perfect match.

Bang that bothering mass of weight with some Barnyard Millet alias Jhangora

Get iron strong and walk like a King or Queen with your health Tiara.

Don't miss out on that Little Millet 

She is a huge cancer fighter, gutsy with gut health and will never let you fret.

Let that Buck-wheat beat your bone,

Till it shines in strength and be shown.

As Ameranthus (Chaulai) tags along,

To get you blood bold and grows you happily old.

And for those diabetic sweet, all these avtars are your sweet and happy beats for you to enjoy your health song.

- Subha

Dance

 

Ethereal Garden

 

Shy

 

Now

 

Holi

 

Her

 

Nrityam

 

Him

 

YOU

 

Shiva's night

 

Silhouette

 

Eyes blind open

 

Fire

 

Memory