Sometimes dreams do come true

Woke up from my dream

And found my love

On my chest

Sleeping blissfully

Unaware of the trip

We just took

Through space time

Let her lie

Must be tired

After the long journey

And I will be ready

For the next trip

Wherever love takes us

Sometimes dreams do come true

Is she dreaming now

Back From My India Trip

I came back from a month long trip to India on New Year’s eve afternoon.  I had a fourteen hour layover in Seoul, South Korea.  Not sure if I picked up some bug at Seoul or during the flight back to San Francisco, by night time of December 31st, I was sick to my bones.  As my family was still back in India, I tried to take care of the sickness as best as I could.  However things went from bad to worse and by the time my family came back from India I was a mess.  To make a long story short, 2018 started for me with sneezing, sniffling, runny nose, body ache, fever and topped off with a lingering cough that did not show any sign of going away.  Ultimately after ten days I went to the doctor today to ensure that I did not have secondary infection.  It was raining here from yesterday and visibility was poor.  It took me forty five minutes to get a parking place in the hospital and I was half an hour late for the appointment.  Luckily all the appointments were running late and I was able to see my doctor who assured me that there was no secondary infection and rest is the only thing I need to get well.

So here I am hoping that I can start where I left off at the end of November, 2017 and 2018 will be rewarding experience of blogging.

Wishing a belated happy, prosperous and wonderful New Year 2018 to all my readers.

Week 7 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write Anything Wednesday-March 16

I am two days behind schedule for this post but I am a strong believer in “better late than never”.  After a brief trip back to my country of birth, start to finish seventeen days of which I spent one full day  in transit waiting for my next flights and two full days of flying back and forth, I am finally back home. Of the twenty four hours of wait, I spent fifteen hours in two different airports during my return trip. Contrasts between those two airports are extremely telling with regards to the impact of oil wealth on the development in the middle east.

Now back to the question of what word to chose for week seven of my journey with the letter “W”. I had mentioned in a comment to my fellow blogger sparshsehgal (The World Beyond Sight), who is a wonderful poet, that I do not think beforehand what word to chose for my weekly journey, I just go on doing my normal thing and the word falls into place. This week I was so tired from my journey that my brain had a total shut down and refused to think.  So I was not even sure if I would be able to complete what i had started six weeks back.  Sparsh came to my rescue when he commented back that persistence is what counts.  I dragged my tired body that complained loudly and was reluctant to leave the comfort of a warm bed after a long and tedious forty four hour journey , door to door.  As I was writing this post, my mind was going back home and the wedding of my nephew that I attended. Voila! “wedding” starts with letter “W”, if I can write a poem starting with wedding and about wedding.

P.S.  Please visit Sparsh (The World Beyond Sight), not because he nominated me for a award that I have not seen yet nor for his help in getting me out of bed but because he is a wonderful poet.

Week 4 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

As I prepare for my two and half weeks of vacation and travel, I realize that many a days during my trip I will have no connection to internet.  That means I may not be able to write and post at the last moment.  This was one preparation I never had to account for during my previous trip.  So one more item to add to the checklist before starting the trip. Oh, well!

For my week 4 of the journey with the letter “W”, I have appropriately chosen the word ” WORRY”.  As I worry about many details of preparation for the trip, including worrying for my health, I now need to worry about writing a poem starting with worry. That should be fun. To my readers, you need not worry.  I will ensure that I keep on my track and complete the journey. Now if I could only remember what I was worrying about. Let me take a brief break and figure out what’s worrying me.