Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

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Sky was never the limit …

So many roles
So little time
Patience though all
In struggles sublime

Brilliance of minds,
Modesty in thought.
Tenacity in actions,
With indecision never fraught.

With a hint of jasmine,
And the rustle of silk,
Sky was never the limit,
For this phenomenal ilk…

– PL
( sep 2014 )



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मेरी दूसरी हिन्दी कविता… पहली वाली खो गई

लिखने बैठे कविता हम, गूगल शब्दकोष साथ लिए
हिन्दी फिल्मों के गीत, और पुराने आशिक़ों को याद किए |

किस विषय पर लिखे, इसी बात को लेकर परेशन हैं हम
बंगाली होकर, “की ” “का” को समझना, वो अलग चिंता क्या कुछ कम ?

दिन, रात, पहाड़, नदी, सबकी कहानी कभी सुनी, कभी कही
फिर लगा, दिल की सुनते हैं, भूगोल पर इतना ज़ोर भी ठीक नहीं |

प्यार, मोहब्बत, इश्क़, वगेरा, अब शायद आई पटरी पर हमारी गाड़ी
पर ये तो सब माया है बच्चे, इनका विश्लेषण करना, काम क्रोध मोह, से भी अधिक निराली

अंतत: हम यही सोचकर करते हैं अपने कविता की इति
पढ़ने वाला थोड़ा मुस्कुराए, और माफ़ कर दे हर एक ग़लती



To the friend I never met…

You know what I want to do?

I want to see how you look when you read my messages on your phone and when we banter !

I want to see how you capture something beautiful and post it in colors or words

I want to see how you frown when we argue, and smile when we don’t

I want to enjoy your favorite restaurant with you, and see if it really is all that

I want us to sit and laugh with each other, at each other, and watch the world go by

As it looks at us and says, Oh those two must know each other forever,

Look at them giggling like school kids.

I want to see what your eyes look like when you are silent

And how they glimmer when you share your forgotten dreams.

I want to take a long walk with you and turn back and walk back to where we started…

Such a long long time ago.

Yes my friend, I want to do all that when I finally meet you, if I ever meet you,

I especially want to see your face light up when we first meet, if we ever meet.

But till such time, it is in the joy of the unknown, I find my bliss.

Knowing I have a real friend, in what is supposedly a virtual world…


(inspired by the deepest of friendships I have forged with amazing people I have yet to meet…)


To my teacher with love

In every meaning that was hard to find,
In every bit that you so eloquently read,
In every thought you placed in my mind
I found which paths to forgo or gently tread.

In every battle you fought for me,
As I lost time, and time again
In every tear you cried for me,
When victory finally called my name.

There never will be another quite like you,
Who I can call by another name of pride,
Someone who completed me in every which way
It will always be you, my teacher, my guide




It takes a special kind of teacher to trust a 6 year old child ( with Selective Mutism as child psychologists call it now ) with the discipline of a 2nd Grade class when she steps out, knowing full well the child has never opened her mouth to say a word since kindergarten and as been through every kind of disciplining process since.

It takes a special kind of human being to teach an impressionable mind the importance of trust and how there may be a little spark hidden in the darkest of corners.

Ms. Fatima Joy – Ma’am since the day I found out the significance of Sept 5th, not a year has gone by that I haven’t thanked you for the kindness you showered on a very frightened little girl.

And even though we never met again after I left Mumbai, I saw your reflection in every teacher who graced my life since, through every grade level in school, through every professor in college and universities.

To all of you – a very humble THANK YOU…