We have a temple near my house. I see a small girl (should be 6 years) who comes along with her mother almost every other day.
She came fully decked out today, in silk pavadai, jewellery and flowers, being her birthday.
She did ask so cutely Am I beautiful, aunty,...this is my dedication to this beautiful cutie and to many other cutie pies. (God bless)



How do I show thee, what I see?
How do I tell you, what I think?
Can I do justice I muse,...

The other day, my son in one of his outbursts just said that "I am not a child anymore, mom", I know what is wrong and right.(he is going on 12)

And I was left wondering, when did my Boy grow up. it is true as many say, in the eyes of the parent, the kids are always small. the illusion of parenthood i suppose.
I am sure n everyday when our child does something so responsible, matured and
many of us go through this question of what happened to that sweet...

How do I love thee,
Maybe like the lily,
blooming for the moon,

Maybe like parched soil,
Loving the first rains,

Maybe like the jasmine,
Smelling so pure and sweet,

Maybe like the bamboo flute,
Loving the air that makes melody,

Maybe like the first dew,
That kisses the grass,

Maybe like the bird,
flying away freed from the cage,

Maybe...

(This is a dedication from me to all those who are into long distance marriage/relationships...)

I wish for the little whisper,
“Hey dear I am here”
That comforts me when,
The day is so lonely
And time drags..

The reminisces of all talks,
The voice that is a balm to me,
Whispers, hey, I am here with you,
Though it is in my thoughts

I watch the stars everyday,
Knowing that...

I have cricks in my neck,
Craning, gazing out for you,
For a first meet, that would
Cleanse me of the suffocation,

We are parched by your absence,
Absence makes it dearer they say,
How true, you are missed by everyone
Do come soon, to quench our thirst,

The ground is so cracked up waiting,
Like it hit itself out of frustration,
The trees and flowers so shy,
That they have drooped heads,...