Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Not Enough

Hold it today,
The idea that you are not enough
For something
For somewhere
One day,
You'll look back at this place
This moment
This day,
And smile.

It is the day that you were more than enough.


Tuesday, August 30, 2016


When you hold the little shreds of your dream
Your hands tire
They reek of dead hope
And lifeless choices
Made void through errors


Monday, August 29, 2016


When you know who you are
where you're coming from
and what you're headed towards
There's little that will stop you
There's little to hold you back



You hand me my broken dream
And I picked up every piece

Don't worry though,
I have glue.


Saturday, August 27, 2016


I see you looking at me
I see the look in your eyes
While you look at mine
Do you see how I want to be seen?


Friday, August 26, 2016


When shock settles
I know you will be
Waiting on the other side


Thursday, August 25, 2016

Sending Love

when the universe strikes
with all its magnificent glory
and wrath
the best thing to do
is smile back
and send lots of love,
especially to those who have forgotten
to love themselves


Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Another Adventure Begins

Like that start of a new journey
I have my essentials in hand

I have my passport safely stowed-
Joy, open-mindedness, and life-long learning.

Tickets have been purchased-
Skills I have worked hard to hone.

Maps guide my pathways, twists, and turns-
Expectations and a passionate team to grow with.

Some planned adventures
Many unplanned moments shall also arise.

And for each, I will bring my heart
and hope that my heart has some room too.


Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Letters to Tomorrow ~ Tomorrow is Here

Dear Tomorrow,

When you find your tomorrow,
What will it feel like?

Where will it lead you,
And will you follow?

More soon. Lovingly,


Monday, August 22, 2016

Letters to Tomorrow ~ Your Tomorrow

Dear Tomorrow,

When you find your tomorrow,
What will it feel like?

More soon. Lovingly,


Sunday, August 21, 2016

When you least expect it

Dear Dan,

I know you thought I would turn back after getting into the water and shrieking how cold the water was. I also know that you thought I would become easily tired of negotiating with the waves. But when you least expect it...

...I can still surprise you!

I love you,


Saturday, August 20, 2016

मेरा पति सबसे अच्छा है


When you try to speak to me in Hindi, it really makes me very happy! I feel seen and a big part of my identity feels valued. I know how much effort you put in and how much hard work you have put in all these years. Thank you. I will always be in awe of how you dedicate yourself to learning something and I will work hard to support you in preserving in this.

Tumharee, hamesha,


Friday, August 19, 2016

Tired and Soaring

My heart is overjoyed
My body tells a different story
Does it matter which one is right?


A new beginning

There is a moment everyday
when I pause and reflect
about where I am,
how I got here
and just how amazing
this chance is...
To start a new beginning


Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Comfort Food

Dear Dan,

Our first dal-chawal adventure in our new home! I loved all of it, including our chats through it and getting to know more about each other even after all these years.

I love you,


Tuesday, August 16, 2016

The woman and the moon

There she is
standing on her head

Every deep breath counts
she reminds herself

Feet reach for the stars
head remains grounded


Her heart is the one that soars
high across a sky she still doesn't know

That introduction will happen some day
for now though, she inhales moon rays

The ground receives her
without judgement, without fury

She lets herself fall to the earth
with grace, with acceptance

There she is.
Do you see her?

The earth invites her, envelopes her
while she exhales all that holds her back


Monday, August 15, 2016

Whose Independence?

Is this a celebration of
our freedom from dependence
our dependence on servitude?
Who is free?
The I, you, they, or we?
Or all of us - 
are we free from misery?

Maybe for you,
this is a day to be thankful, to feel blessed.
Or perhaps it's a day to mourn, to commemorate, to celebrate.
Or it is a day to know. To learn. To feel. And to understand - 
our very dependence
on independence.
My independence is a little tiny treasure
that is a privilege,
far beyond that
which was won by plenty of renowned enigmatic men,
and a few forgotten women. 
My independence was won. 
My independence was born...
is being birthed.
It is a fight and a celebration and a quest to know.
The burden of which lies not on the shoulders of unnamed revolutionaries,
but in my own tiny hands held tall by 9 and 3/4 fingers
How did you celebrate your independence today?

Sunday, August 14, 2016

A New Language

Like a freshly fallen summer leaf
that doesn't crumble yet to my touch
I learn a new language
of fallen leaves
and learn to hold them in just the right ways
so they feel supported,
and loved 


Saturday, August 13, 2016

Boogie Boarding

Dear Dan,

Today will forever be the day that we tried something new. A few bruises here and there, but they shall go away too!

So excited to grow in our new skill together!

Love you,


Friday, August 12, 2016


Here on this plate lies
A beating pulsating piece
Of my little heart


Thursday, August 11, 2016

The gift of more time

The last of a generation leaves us
To hold on to truths and a legacy we live
We have so much
Yet so little
In the face of diminishing moments
Only time has come from our pasts
And will live to tell the future
Stories we may not hear


Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Patience is Petulant

Patience comes in many packages
But a package of patience is hard to come by
When anxiety brims
And doubts loom close
I ask patience to be patient
With me


Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Being Here

being here
and now
was more important
than being stuck on yesterday
and being thirsty for tomorrow


Monday, August 8, 2016

True Colors

A little bit of blue
In me, I found is true
But blue is not what I feel
As I play today's reel
Showing me glimpses of me
That I liked to see
Blue in how I react to censure
Or work under pressure
It was clear to all
That I can fall
But to rise is strength
And it's what I meant
When I wrote initially
That there's a bit of blue in me


Sunday, August 7, 2016


Of all the beaches
in all the cities
in all the oceans
in all the planets
in all the moments,
it takes a special serendipity
to be walking in water and hearing,
"Oh, hi Suparna!"


When Words Wear

Some days your words
come through like bullets
tearing through a quiet night
ricocheting in ways only sharp words can
knowingly cutting through my heart
You turn the page of your book.
I don't.


Friday, August 5, 2016

New Bonds, Old Ties

Pani-puri contests
on sweltering summer nights
of summer days that rose
in uncertain silences
as we awkwardly refamiliarized ourselves
with what we'd known for years
Those same summer days set
under mosquito nets and
gratitude for a nighttime breeze
on those cool summer nights
Dancing and enacting songs
feeling brave crossing busy streets
to see Nani-Daddy
the link that tied us
with shared roots
beneath the earth that raised us
Eating ber, creamy fudge, fafda, aam ras
Making memories from food
Over food
And around food
Dressing up for garba
Dressing up for plays
Sharing moments, stories,
and more laughter than I can capture in words
My first best friend
My confidante
My rock
My co-dreamer, co-conspirator,
How time has lifted us to different parts
Of this world,
Of our lives
How time had changed us
Brought more people to love and call family
And time has watched us grow
And has walked with us
To doorways and paths
Of life transforming us
As we unwittingly tinker with it


Thursday, August 4, 2016


Today, our friends came by
In our new home
In our new world
To share in all of it
There's something about friends
That makes me everlastingly
For friends who come by


Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Trust in me

When you don't know much
About yourself, it's hard to
Open a new door


Tuesday, August 2, 2016


As a young child,
Temper had a specific meaning
One that I didn't appreciate
And was frightened of
I grew older
And in the kitchen
Cooking dal and sabji
Shed a different light on
Now as I reel from
Broken promises I made to myself
And broke myself
I'm tempering my eagerness
And like my childhood
I don't know of I like it too much
But like in my cooking
It might add value to my days.

We'll see. 


A New Year

A new year begins
With it bringing hope and faith
That this will be better