Dear Aum,

Oh tiny bud of mine…

who will blossom one day to a vibrant flower,

but shall not remember these beautiful times,

when your naïve fragrance filled my garden of memories with joy.

In stormy weathers,

when existence was thorny;

you smiled…..

     … guiding me through …

You forgave and forgot my errors,

Discreetly swallowing my deeds of amateur motherhood

…without even uttering a word,

Still crawling back in my arms for comfort…

making me even more stronger…

… molding me,

                ‘your mother’…

My tree

A seed was sown
long ago… by Matri* herself…
That grew into a colossal banyan
                       and lend me his help…
I was a wanderer searching for self
with life packed in bags and a child on shoulder,
The tree gave me comfort under his soothing shade
and taught me in tender whispers…
I had just begun to feel the rustling
of his ever green thoughts in the wind…
And was quaintly attracted,
to his philosophies of being…
When suddenly,
                   disappeared the enchanting …
the tree abandoned his soul...
Leaving all of us behind,
orphaned …. alone
But a seedling of that banyan dispersed
sometime ago….
A budding Shilpataru*…
like her pitaji* shall continue to grow…



Dedicated to late Kaka*, who peeped into my heart in just a few meets and mesmerized my soul with his charming philosophies and talks. And Kirti - our Shilpataru; knowing kaka was not possible without a warm welcome into your home….

Thank you for blessing me with those few precious moments.... 







*

Matri - the Mother http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirra_Alfassa,

Shilpataru - an art foundation run by Kirti  http://www.shilpataru.org/, 

Pitaji - the way Kirti addressed her father (means 'father' in Hindi)

Kaka - the way I addressed Kirti's father (means 'uncle' in Marathi)