RAINBOW HUES OF JOURNEY OF LIFE
In this journey called life Rainbow hues of experience makes us wise A kid, I see myself With hands in pocket of pink new dress, Walking with pride unmindful of any regrets In this journey called life As adolescent. An awkward walk, unsure of myself Lost in confusion and fret A youth, wandering in candle-lit caverns, With Prince charming whom in my dreams I had met. In this journey called life, In mellowing mature years, swings of life make me nostalgic with cherished memories and some unpaid debts. A sibling who left at ‘19’ with memories umpteen. A mother who nurtured a network of relationships, whose glory can’t be sung in any epithet. A father who gave us wings to soar high himself remained soaked in sweat so that the best we become and get. Now, in this journey called life I rejoice in glory of every bright and beautiful mornings, gentle waft of evenings gets me rest. Ageing night give me clam and contented delight. Blessed am I with a loving husband and doting son by my side A saintly father and friends so nice They don’t make a million promises but are always there in various disguises Spiritual spaces have moved away from the prayer room. They are by the window in the garden, in you and me everywhere alike. I look up in gratitude and have visions of my essence in a divine ride. – Ritu Kumar.