Poetic response (to Nirmala) (in lighter vein – on turning 60)

 

Taking from you a cue,

Decided to pen a response due.

 

In lighter vein and poetic strain,

Is taxing to my brain!

 

But have a latent stubborn streak

To which I gave a nudging tweak;

 

And here goes my refrain –

I write to express,

Impression is never my aim.

 

My Life narrative, from my perspective,

So, what if it’s diffuse or perhaps defective?

 

Conscious choice to remain within my comfort zone

And not try to be someone’s clone

 

Turning sixty —— ooph! Sixty summers of

A tumultuous roller coaster ride

But can say it with pride

 

Have overcome the ups and downs

Amidst smiles laced with numerous frowns

To some, it might appear a lengthy diatribe or a noisy chatter –

Life wasn’t offered to me on a golden platter.

So, decided to swerve many a writing norm,

When was Life a perfect form?

On Life’s canvas are many hues

From dismal greys to volatile blues –

Pristine white to fiery red

Variety is the spice of life – rightly said.

Six write ups – each unique and with an aura of victory –

Each regaling a different tale, despite the commonality.

Rupa, our scientist friend

Wrote in Hindi and ushered in a new trend

Wow girl , we take a bow

To your daring wanderlust that knows no end.

Shamita’s Happiness potion,

Devika’s loving compassion.

Geetha’s reversed ‘pecking time ‘

Nirmala’s Wordsworthian rhyme!

Shobha’s extraordinary amidst the ordinary

Each an outpouring of Life’s glory.

The end point that radiates through is Gratitude

Sans Ego or fake attitude.

Only some chapters are done

Many more layers to unfold of Tales yet to be told.

Amidst Friends, we dared the heart to bare –

No fear of judgment, but total understanding and empathy

Not indifference or apathy.

If we have touched some chord

With our narration

It is more than sufficient remuneration,

If the Flock we could regale

With our “Turning 60” tale.

Cheers to Friendship and a Happy Life

Minus Problems, or any form of strife!