Pink is just not another color

  maybe a color of romance

I may be a color of romance

I may hint at approachability

But why think you have a chance

& up for grabs is my femininity?

I’m the sweet side of red,

the color of love and passion –

but I'm not your object abed

please note down my objection.

Do you think my playfulness

an invite ‘Hey baby, let’s ball?'

Even if I’m a color of weakness

what gives you any right at all?

If you find me too palsy-walsy,

if you think you can groove –

So my NO now you think sassy,

too rude if I stop your move.

I am hot, rose and fuchsia -

Work to play is no pink-collar

I’m Falak, Minal or Andrea

I may be tender but I’m valor.

Mother, teach your son well

so they know what is a no

Sister, tell your bro miserable

What’s a hint, when to let go?

Last night, I saw the movie Pink and I was deeply moved. Salute to the team that has conceived the story and has given it such a nice treatment. May we all be in the pink!

This morning, I realized that pink is not just another color.

September 25, 2016

Pablo and Pablo

 This poem is a tribute to two of my favorite Pablo's in the world - Pablo Picasso and Pablo Neruda.

Origamagnets!

Refrigerator magnets with origami bird; my experiments in reuse and recycling.

Ode to a Large Tuna in the Market

This is a humble attempt to translate Neruda's masterpiece. The refrigerator magnet is handmade.

Only if my words

Only if my words
would flow swiftly
like a spring stream
and whisper softly

along a summer breeze,

if fall they would freely

as the autumn leaves

or the morning dew,

I could tell the story

of a firefly
on a mid-summer night
braving the galaxy
to meet a golden drop

on morning grass.

Only if my words

would bloom effortlessly

as in a spring meadow

or the valley of flowers

and then 

weave I could

like a damsel -

flower after flower

plucked one at a time

lovingly from eden -

into a tapestry,

I could tell the story

of a butterfly 

in your garden-

speed-dating flowers

satiating unquenched love.

Only if my words. . .