Dear Monday

Thank you for being challenging,
I was able to realize my true potential today.

I do relate, when people say
Monday blues
But today, I perceived all the colors
Mostly red, because I felt like a firefighter,
At times yellow, as some made me feel really mellow,
At the end green,because it was fulfilling.

Hurrah for the rain and clouds

Without which I would be in doubt

Gratitude for being able swim through              

Now I know, that I actually grew.     

So here I am!

Ready to pin the tasks to the wall,
Put those daffodils in the vase,
Get my coffee mug filled,
Fearlessly,
Zooming onto another work day!

Dear Shoulders,

You love that close hug

And also the warm rug

                          

                             You take the world on                            

                            But you rarely shrug!                            

Sometimes quite uptight

But always ready for the fight

Thank you for taking the load up there

And never showing how much you actually bear!

I promise to

Flex it up

And take you to the spa,

So that, both you and I

Can chill, up to the last hurrah!

Earliest Memory Of Grandma: An Ode

She would wake up early

To get the household ready                                        

Tidy and prompt was her way

Any other means would definitely mean a  nay!

I vividly remember the balcony sessions

That transpired during summer evenings.

She called them 'family time'

In her unspoken way.

She would gather the kids

Talk to them about fireflies

And also that old tree in her village,

Which she believed housed a giant witch!

Sometimes angry

Most times good-humored

I recall her as a genuine beauty

She loved to knit sweaters

And adored the red peppers

That were part of her kitchen garden.

For all the time you

Lovingly picked me up 

And held me close.

I would like to say, 

Thank you, Grandma!

You will always remain 

An integral part of my heart.

I am 'Tea'

I bring calm

Bundled with some warmth                                        

For your palm.                                                                                               

I bring taste

And Yes! you can even

Use my bio-waste.

I swirl and steep

For you my peep

You cannot deny that I make you sometimes

Write too deep

And I am always meant to be a keep.

At most times, it gets pretty hot in here,

However, I would like to know

How are you feeling over there?

I come in yellow,

To take away your mellow.

Also, in green

To tone down your inner scream.

I go very well with or without cream

Some of you even label my presence, as Supreme.

I hate to get spilled over

Coffee is my mate , You ask?

Oh! that is almost a never.

I just hope to make you smile 

And get you some dreams happy and wild!

P.S: Dedicated to all tea lovers!

The Tree Diary

An Excerpt

 

Hi.

My name is kid tree. Some people also refer to me as the branch.
Well, I bear a lot of green buddies at this time of the year. It’s my favorite season-spring after all. I think you know my greeny buddies as 'leaves'.
I hate rainy days, but my dad tells me we need a lot of rains to survive. I don't think I understand that yet. I am fond of the wind though; I swear I love swaying along.

 

 

I know some of my friends found a home in your backyard. I talk to them sometimes - it’s called tree telepathy , if you are wondering, how!
My family resides by the lake, and I love that. I would not change a thing but would request mother nature to tone down the storms a bit.  Getting wet and dancing around together doesn't work for me too much.

 

I think I like the shedding season as well. Mom told me it teaches us to forgive and forget. Do you guys move on easily as well? I would love to know.
Well, that's all for now. Need to get to dinner now.
See you another day on another page :)

 
Signing Off

-Kid Tree