My Random Essays

Perfectly Blurred Thank you 2020 You taught us to live virtually Now Friends meet virtually Kids learn virtually Our yoga is virtual And meetings are virtual Our work is virtual, And shopping is virtual Graduation is virtual Dating is virtual Even last rites are virtual But Our fears are real  Anxiety is real Our solitude is real and our loneliness is real God may be virtual But our prayers are real Sharing may be virtual  But our caring is real The line between virtual and real is so blurred, it feels Our entire world Is out of focus Thanks 2020 Meenal Pandy a

When the warm sun of autumn Turns leaves yellow, red and orange And the shadow of the sun Brings cool breeze The festival of dancing, The festival of Navratri Comes to the earth As the evening sun goes down And the night sky glows Young boys and girls Moms, Dads and aunts Neighbors, and strangers Come out in the streets Their beautiful pallu of saris Flutter in the wind While their feet move To the rhythm of drums Clap, clap, clap Round and round they go Swirling in their ghaghra Dripping with vibrant colors Yellow and red, Orange and pink. Blue, and green Rainbow of colors Splashing the shining light In the dark night Dots of lights Spike from the clay pot Sat in the middle Flickering in the wind Dancing in steps Tap tap tap tap Hands clap in harmony Khanak khanak, khanak Glass bangles jingle Red, yellow, blue, purple Violet, pink, marigold Plop, plop, plop Feet move in steps Silver bells of Jhanjhar Rattle on their feet Flick, flick, flick, the lantern shines in t...