Being the Hills

With the clouds playing

Hide and seek every other day
I try to brave it out with a smile.
Sometimes torrential rains for days 
And sometimes a heated dry patch
I strive to keep up my lush greens.  

P.C: Self clicked
 Location: Utah, USA  

I have got to sing my hymn

Before the sunrise
Even if I am snow clad.
I love to see the birds fly
At Sunset, even if I am bare and brown. 

I have learnt
It is only a matter of time,
There is no point 
To bring in the whine.
The bitter days come 
Only to cater in the good. 

Therefore! my friend,

In this mountain of life
Thrills are an absolute willy-nilly
So that the excitement lingers on.

My advice to you is to strive on

And wade through

Remember! the tiniest of crusades 

Lead us onto the finest things.

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!