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Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Avni and the Pegasus




One day Avni thought 
That she would fly
Go high above 
Right up in the sky

But she had no wings
So she became sad
Hearing of her wish
The world thought her mad

She whispered her wish
To the fairies around
They listened to her
Without making a sound

They picked up their wand
Created something wondrous
Avni clapped when she saw
A lovely Pegasus

It smiled at her gently
And shook it's head
Come on my lovely Avni
Come sit on my back

She sat on its back
And held on to it's ears
And high she flew
Without any fears

She winked at the sun
And kissed the moon
Filled her pockets with stardust
Gave each cloud a balloon

Finally she got tired
And back home she came
The Pegasus bid farewell
And things became the same

She took out the stardust
And called all her friends
She shared it with them all
And thus the story ends

Copyright Renu Vyas






Sunday, June 28, 2020

The Silly Potato




This one's for my granddaughters Aayushi and Avni..

Little Aayushi and Avni
Sat down to have lunch
But the potato in their plate
Gave them a sound punch

"I will not let you eat me"
It screamed in a rage
It hopped and it danced
As if it is on a stage

"How dare you" said Aayushi
"How could you give a punch"
She picked it up in anger
And angrily she munched

"Ouch" squealed the potato
It wriggled out of reach
Now Avni too got angry
A lesson she decided to teach

She picked up a bottle
And on it splattered sauce
The potato could not see now
And therefore it paused

So Aayushi and Avni
Quickly caught it and ate
They munched and they chewed
Before it could make them wait

"What a stupid, silly potato !"
Said Avni with a smile
And Aayushi agreed with her
Making the meal worthwhile

Copyright Renu Vyas


Lost Dreams



Eyes gaze out of the window
Heart in a perpetual wait
Of a lost dream to come back home

© Renu Vyas 

Thursday, June 25, 2020

Meant For The Sidelines




"Who am I ?"

This is one question we all ask ourselves from time to time. We are never the same. Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. And yet, there are some things that remain the same, constant.

I am more tolerant of people now than I was earlier. I have learnt to hear more than I speak. I have learnt to be more careful with my emotions. I am better able to hide my pain behind smiles and conversations.

What has not changed is that I am still very much an introvert. I am the type of person who when is present, the presence will not be acknowledged and in absence, the absence will not be felt.

I am a person that one's peripheral vision can see, but never really notice because people mostly focus on the center, on what is in front of them. I will never be the person in the center.

I am meant for the sidelines.


Sunday, June 21, 2020

Musings



I used to love life in the countryside. I loved solitude. And yet..I now prefer to stay in the city. The sound of the traffic, the noise and the glow of lights are a constant reminder to me of life in continuous motion. They keep my mind engaged, distracted. They leave no space to think.

The silence of the countryside, the solitude, scares me. It allows me to hear my own thoughts far too much.
So yes, I still do love the countryside..and yet...

Monday, June 15, 2020

Garden Of Words



I have a beautiful garden
In my mind, and my heart
I plant all my words there
Some complete, some at start

Some are totally random
While others are rehearsed
I tend to them all lovingly
Day and night they are nursed

I pour on them, all of my love
And sprinkle a little of my pain
I Add some tender feelings too
And my tears on them I rain

And finally there comes a time
When the garden is in bloom
Rich, vibrant thoughts adorn it
And some beautiful verses too

I pluck some softly, tenderly
Mix them in my emotional jar
Some turn out as beautiful
poetry
And some remain as memoirs...

Copyright Renu Vyas







Friday, June 12, 2020

Walls




The walls that my heart built
Are my safety, protection
And my prison too

Copyright Renu Vyas

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Love At First Sound


I don't exactly remember when or how it happened.
I grew up abroad and I would visit my hometown in the holidays. It was then that I first heard of the radio show "Binaca Geet mala". I remember that countdown of songs..and how I fell in love with a voice. There is a saying in English -  love at first sight, but mine was love at first sound. I totally, irrevocably, fell in love with Ameen Sayani 's mesmerizing voice.

I remember how I'd rush to complete my school homework, get all that was required of me done..just so that I would be free for the show. I remember the excitement of hearing a favorite song on the popularity chart, the disappointment of another not making it..the way how Sayani Sahab's voice made  each song special..every song had a mood, a character, and a life of it's own..

Some songs brought that soft smile on my face..while my imagination took me to places, and near people I dreamt about.. while some left my eyes moist. Than there were those that made me yearn and ache for that which I had never had or even experienced..and yet I felt that acute loss..a void unexplained.

The radio show and Sayani Sahab's voice enriched my teenage years and laid a solid foundation for love of music that has only grown with the years..the show may be off air..but it lives on in my heart and memories..and to this day my love for that voice continues..











Saturday, June 06, 2020

Love



A comfortable silence that needs no words
A wink across a crowded room
The art of being in love

Copyright Renu Vyas

Wednesday, June 03, 2020

Frozen In Time


I am
Scraps of paper 
Filled with unfinished notes 
And forgotten doodles

I am
Half cups of coffee
Cold and discarded
Over intense conversations

I am
Unflicked grey ash
Hanging precariously
From half smoked cigarette butts

I am
The lonely bookmark
Found between pages
Of books once read, loved

I am
That quiet moment 
Forever frozen in time
Preserved for a lifetime

Copyright Renu Vyas

Monday, June 01, 2020

Sepia Coloured Life


Dried flowers hidden between the pages of old books, sepia colored photographs, gramophone records, Mehdi Hassan's soft voice, Amin Sayani and Binaca Geetmala, crisp cotton saris, the familiar smell of Ponds talcum powder, rooh afza, and  the luxury of being in touch with myself..the uncluttered, simple life.

A massive wave of nostalgia...