Age? What Is? Is? Poem by Monita Soni

Age? What is? Is!


Many big smiles have
Lifted my cheeks
Deepened my dimples
Twinkled my eyes

Phooeey who cares of wrinkles

Two elevenish lines
Of focus knot my brow
They smooth it with
Gentle hands (Mom and Mintea)

Frowns don’t suit you Swinkles


The flowing river
Now rough, often torrential
Rarely still like the Yamuna
‘Tis all in the response (this lack of repose)

Beauty is in accepting ripples


The harvest moon morphs
Evening sun sinks ‘pon my bedroom window
Sprinkles golden cheer next morn
The winter chill seeps bone deep

The meadow dreams of spring flowers

Do you even remember?
My tousled head on your bosom
Did you feel the weary years…..melt?
In the radiant after-glow

Does true love last forever?

I had my share of
Turbulent troubled teens
The self-doubt, the indecision
The “now or never” times

Perchance I pulled body and soul together!

Now I just be
Kiss, hug and pray
Accept that I am blessed
With each breath celebrate the gift of life.

Just let fond memories trickle……