Balconies high and low,
Fluttering bandanas, skirts and bows,
Meager lineup of underclothes.
Spread of clips, some unclipped,
drying in the breeze, 
of lengthening shadows,
cloud-plays in skies
blue pale.
Merry sparrows spring about,
Eagles, parrots, even a stork,
Their mighty wingspan,
dares dive in and out,
playing hide-n-seek,
in a bid to be heard, & seen,
return joy and peace.
Shower, dress, undress.
Chop, grind, blend and squeeze.
Fire up the stove,
Get the sauce going:
onions caramelized,
Burnt garlic, ripe tomatoes,
grab spinach wilting in a corner,
In it all goes-
with some pasta, some rice.
Quickly tossed, and it’s ready for the bite.
Dust them books, files off the table,
Sweeping, swopping done,
Afternoon siesta beckons.
Sunset brings cups swirling with tea,
cookies crisp, kachoris, samosas.
dipping all pleasures now un-denied.
Rush hour is over, take your time.
routine old is now dismembered,
its hold broken lies splintered,
Humbly bow out and
make way for the lineup
A new order is on the rise.
I love the images this evokes! Very true of our lives right now. Also, that you can write poetry that rhymes because I can’t!
Hey, thanks Mira. It was in fact these very images that pushed me to write this. The rhyming part either happens or doesn’t, it really is something that comes with time, as the rhythm of words flow in and out of one’s creative mind. I’m glad you liked it. It is where I find we’ve arrived today.
सुंदर ! बहुत साल पहले सुबोध भाईसाहब ने एक कहानी लिखी थी ” घर दोपहर ” ! वह याद आ गई ! दैनदिंन जीवन की लय और ताल में बिंधी शोतोजित राय की एक फिल्म सी !
Shukriya bhaisaab, achha lagaa padhkey ki aapko pasand bhi aaya aur kuchh yaadein taaza huin. Keep reading and encouraging please.