POETICS - GOING URBAN

Once a city of Gardens,

Now a metropolitan

Once a city of natives

Is now a cosmopolitan.

Aroma of fresh coffee

Rangolis adorning the porch

Ringing of bells

The familiar sights and odours.

The sweet smell of

Freshly baked breads from the bakery

The sight of crisp dosas

Makes me droll, in the eatery.

Traditions, customs and

Celebrations

Merging with Gen next and

Modernization.

The fresh flowers, fruits and

Veggies sold on streets

The colourful bangles and trinkets

Stalls are a treat.

Neighbours smile, greet

And welcome me

Acquaintances stop by

And speak to me.

I run to her as an eager child

Runs to her mother.

She envelopes me in her bosom,

With warmth and love she smothers.

Hi All, I am from India, native of Bengaluru, an IT hub. Since I reside in Mumbai, the financial capital of India, I visit my home town once or twice a year. This poem is about my home town.  Some of the words may not be familiar to you all. Let me familiarise you with these - RANGOLIS - Rangoli, one of the most beautiful and most pleasing art forms of India, is comprised of two words, 'rang' meaning 'color' and 'aavalli' meaning colored creepers' or 'row of colors'. Rangoli basically comprises of the art of making designs or patterns on the walls or the floor of the house, using finely ground white powder along with different colors. Numerous households in the Indian subcontinent make use of Rangoli designs for decorating the courtyard of their house.

RINGING OF BELLS - Every morning tradtional pooja, a ritual in the honour of gods is done at home where bells are rung to mark the end of the pooja.

DOSAS - A typical South Indian breakfast very similar to the pancakes, made from rice batter, only they are not sweet.