lockdown

When we were little kids we didn’t know the dangers lurking around us, we listened to our parents and elders. We trusted them to keep us safe and protected. As we grew older a role reversal became inevitable.

Parents/elderly don’t move around as much, aren’t sometimes aware of the ground realities. This may be because we deliberately keep them away. We want them to have a peaceful life rather than getting entangled in the unwanted hassles of everyday life. Many elderly are fortunate to have a full house care for them.

Easier said than done! In these Corona ridden times making them realize the significance of ‘Corona’ hygiene and ‘Corona’ do’s and do not’s is seeming like a herculean task. We have to strike a balance between panic and precaution, paranoia and preparedness. We don’t want to pass on the distress and overwhelming feeling of anxiety to them, but when we watch the catastrophe it has brought down, especially on the elderly, it’s impossible not to. I am sure some of us are dealing with this kind of situation. The elderly disapproving of the ‘hype’ around extra hygiene habits being imposed, annoyed with all the sanitizing of every bit that comes into the house. Annoyed with restrictions on movements, frequent washing of hands and so on.

There was a time when we felt the same with all the restrictions laid down by parents. It seems like they have turned into little brat kids. So much so that they get away with a little cheating here and there. Breaking a hygiene protocol, missing an interim hand-washing. Our concerns soar at such obstinacy.

Today we stand devastated at the loss and misery Covid 19 is unleashing upon humans. It seems like we don’t know the world we are living in anymore. We are wary of touching anything, seeing anyone. Suddenly we are all enclosed in our nutshells blinking at the television screens, staring at the rising numbers in casualties. Neither we, nor three generations older than us, have witnessed anything like this. It’s understandable when we can’t relate to this whole new world that opened up a pandora’s box!

All said and done we must do what is expected of us. We need to be compassionate and underline the necessity of a scientific approach. The need of the hour is to understand the magnitude of the calamity. Doing everything one can do as a person, family, state and country is what we owe to mankind.

Like many countries we in India are in countrywide lockdown. Except necessary services everything is shut.

Praying that we soon find our world the way it was before Corona and doing what it takes! Please take care of yourselves, your family and your fellow human beings. Let us stay home and stay safe until it’s time to open our arms and doors.

Where you could buy my book- River Twin

For those of my blogging and other friends interested in poetry!Here is a wonderful opportunity to read, encourage and enjoy poetry. Please find in this pic places and portals you could order my book.

I am on a blogging break for a month from now. I will catch up with all my favorites as soon as I am back. Until then hoping to stay connected while I introduce my River Twin. She hopes to find love and support among you all.

Have a fabulous Feb and a marvelous March you all 😀

Dream march

Dream marches are made of star dust. Winters bring down the curtains on our dreams a bit too soon. Dawn waits in the aisles of coffee nights to invade upon the grand finales of our rainbow dreams, greying the most colorful bit. Definitely not how we want our night long effort to fade out!

How about floating our dreams a bit early, so the stars may carry them on their wings? Beat the blues, dream early, catch the rainbow on time.

pic from pixabay for the weekly Ronovan haiku prompt – dream, march.

I had been chasing a dream…of seeing my second poetry book. After a long wait it has come true. Thank you all for your kind wishes. Kindly excuse me if all my posts run around and stop at my poetry book. I am not sure how well my book does commercially but having it done gives me immense joy.

yawning dawn 🙂

winter’s dawn marches

stars of cerulean sky hide

until it’s dream time

Have a clear cerulean week ahead and happy dreaming 🙂

River Twin

I haven’t been posting much for the last few weeks. The next couple of months might sway in the same direction. But I feel very happy to share with you all that my second book of poems- River twin is finally published. The book will be available in paper back and ebook formats on Amazon and other portals.

Currently the ebook listing is here https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1002185

And this is where you can order the Kindle edition

Kindle Edition- Rs 75

Please do buy, read and reach out.

Have a fantastic poetry time and wishing you all a great week ahead 🙂

Hoping to get back on my poetry feet soon!

River twin- Second book of poems

Looking forward to happy and inspiring times for poetry beginning 2020. My second book is due to be out soon. Looking forward to share more details.

My first book of poems, A maiden of 29, was published by Writers Workshop India. Based out of Kolkata it’s an honour my poetry found home with them. This news dates back to 2013 Dec. Six years later I feel very happy to share about my second book of poems ‘River twin’ which is forthcoming shortly. BecomeShakespeare.com ( https://www.becomeshakespeare.com/ ) is bringing out my book via their Wordit Art Fund. I am honoured to be associated with them.

Since three years I was looking out for a publisher. Having sent out my manuscript to several places and got mixed responses regarding the amount of money I had to invest, I had been skeptical if I would find a home for my second book. But the long wait has ended in a happy twist.

I have shared a link of the said publisher in case someone, like me, has also been sailing in the same boat.

About our River twin- she will be a happy blend of long and short poetry. The book will also include my poems published in literary journals along with unpublished and new poetry.

My first book of poems could be ordered here. https://www.writersworkshopindia.com/tag/daya-bhat/

You can also find a review of my book here.

Thanks for sharing my joy everyone and keep writing.

Daya Bhat

Ashes

Infant 2020 smiles at us awing us with it’s toothless grins. Parenting a new born is no less a challenge. It’s going to throw tantrums, cry and mess up our sweet plans a bit. Growing old with it will be a roller coaster ride. There will be a childhood of dreams and expectations, and a coming of age marked with acceptance. Then settles an adult grace.

The ritual of old making place for new keeps rolling. In the process we learn, adapt and embrace the stark seasons. We smile through rough weather. Just like the ashes. The leaf scars of these trees resemble a big smile.

This haiku for Ronovan prompt ashes and cocoon.

Pc- Pixabay

new year ritual

cocooned in winter ashes

smiles wait the spring

Have a great week full of hope and smiles 🙂

Shine

Being optimistic is the only way to beat the blues. Keep the hope star shining and trust all is/will be well! Welcome the new year with a big bear positive hug.

This week’s Ronovan prompt words are hope and star. Pic courtesy- Pixabay

Winter, Snowfall, Woman, Christmas, Fee, Fairy Tales

hope sparkles up there

benevolent of all stars

blessed be us all

Wish all those who celebrate a blessed Xmas and sparkling New Year. May 2020 light up your lives and bring in loads of cheer 🙂

Wizard

The sky puts up a show every evening for brave folks who sustain the freezing mornings. Evenings…the only colors of an otherwise mundane winter life. Live crimson while it lasts.

A haiku for Ronovan weekly prompt ‘mundane – wicked’. It seemed challenging to bring the two unwieldy characters together. They look like they are tolerating each other in my haiku. Thanks for the harmony folks! Christmas is turning everyone into fairies 🙂

humdrum winter grey

rolls out a crimson evening

wicked finale

Thanks for stopping by. Have a christmassy crimson week.

ethics

The same way as we are tailored to maintain an outwardly calm face, nature follows its own code of conduct. Who can sense a storm churning in the sea’s belly! Teary clouds give away hidden grief now and then. Else it’s a well groomed calmness. It’s a wonder how we as humans, and nature as a force of life, exist in such conflicting avatars. One constantly keeping the other in check. Only when the sea breaks do we know what had been hiding behind the angelic smile.

This haiku is for Ronovan weekly haiku prompt placid & wild. Picture by Simone Dasgoni (Pexels)

storm simmers within

uncanny tranquility

gentlemanly sea

Have a smooth sailing week ahead 🙂

Days are getting cold, nights colder. Stay warm and take care!

paradox

It’s only human to think that our existence has impacted our surroundings, and we are here to leave an undying impression. On the contrary, what we gather in a lifetime is a mere understanding, most times a petty fraction, of the environment we live in. While we must be jubilant of the path we have traveled, of the marks we have left on time, and of our ability to sustain life in totality, we must know we are all controlled by a larger force. Our achievements, our findings, our understanding are as vulnerable and temporary as the patterns the wind creates on sand.

But winds must blow across the deserts, new patterns must form. Sand is the wind’s kaleidoscope! Dunes must fall and rise, and touch the sky. History may be prone to haze but we must walk the sands.

This haiku for Ronovan’s weekly prompt sand and haze. This picture from my album, brought back memories of golden dunes sparkling under the Dubai Sun.

spoor in sandy haze

rises to the Sun-

windblown history

Have a golden week ahead!