The new year celebrations are over for likes of me β specifically for the people of my age. The religious calendar followed at my home differs though. It will be on fourteenth that the month of kharmas ( inauspicious days as per Hindu astrological calculations) will be over. January fourteenth marks the accepted and expected end of winters in my part of the country. This will be celebrated by a bonfire , festive dinner menu and passing gifts to the loved ones , prayers to the local gods for new crop etc
I have never before paid attention to these rituals in the house , except for arranging gifts assigned to me and making sure that essential snacks are ordered online and delivered on the mentioned date. Me and husband will wait for my mother-in-law to prepare the sweets and once it has been offered to the gods , it will be given to the people in the house. This year it’s not much different but I feel compelled to honor the traditions and to know about them more. I have a sudden urge to be a part of the celebrations of my religion and to make them a part of my own life , without feeling like a guest.
This January came with news of moving away from my family and to have a new start in a faraway city. This month just got a completely different meaning for me in terms of new year , new month , new life perhaps. And I seek to know my roots better , before this shift. I wish I had more time to treasure all that I have taken for granted so far.
new chapter begins
the leaves become the roots
new flowers from old ..
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{This is my attempt at a haibun after years so I admit I am way out of practice for the form.}
Linked to Dverse Poets and Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday
Category Archives: realization
#Thankfulthursday To life ..
The world thrives on stories of hope,
Little cracked,but surviving homes;
I live each moment in awe
From when life picked me first
So out of line, yet so full of want;
You are home to me,my world,
The only constant reminder,
My prayers and wishes answered;
No matter what changes around,
Am blessed;love can be found
If you raise a toast for the gifts
That equally to strangers, you receive to give.
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Today’s prompt by Tina & Amrita’s page for thankful Thursday post is about Home. I have always found home with people and not in places. So this is a verse dedicated to the friends and my husband who have made home in my heart. Also Jamie asked us to write a poem on raising a toast to life. This is my thankful verse for life for the blessings and the constant reminder that there always is love around when you give that freely to others.
Also linking this poem to Open Link night.
Leaving another verse about being light for yourself and others that I am glad I learned some how , even if a little late ..
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Stay blessed !
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Claws
Cultivate some barriers
Let not the world know
About your vulnerabilities
Wear your claws well
Spare not ones who crush;
Sharpen the real claws
Come one, come all
Let us take a stand
Abuse and indifference
Who else will struggle to end
Show respect for yourself.
Or fake it as best you can
Deserving lovers
She wished to be together
given any chance,
and yet
there she was,
he was some place else;
she wished to hold him forever
entice him with words
or actions
whatever that might work,
yet he was somplace else;
she understood today
she could have followed him
and yet
here she is
savoring the love of one,
who deserves her,here and now.
given any chance,
and yet
there she was,
he was some place else;
she wished to hold him forever
entice him with words
or actions
whatever that might work,
yet he was somplace else;
she understood today
she could have followed him
and yet
here she is
savoring the love of one,
who deserves her,here and now.
Prompted @ 3WW