Observe. Record. Marvel.

This was one of the images that coloured my Holi. Loved it. Don't 

know the source, using it here with due respect.

I’ve understood the job – it’s to record

as clearly as I’m able, and marvel,

it should spill over my eyes and the work

even when I’m trapped in downward spirals,

and distracted, ask ‘how long?’ and not ‘how?’

it should still be a reflex to applaud

whatever passes above or below,

and wherever the craft chooses to park.

And here’s the first draft over halfway through,

I see you’re taken aback – there’s just this?

a few blurry takes, rather hit and miss,

these bullet points too cryptic to construe.

But those who stand tongue-tied could be amazed too,

and love mayn’t be just a sharper focus.

One March over the A-Z preparations, a brainwave struck - to draw upon the expat experience and record it through my first Bengali poetry. And I am pleased to report that the first draft is nearly complete! Dozens like the experimental sonnet above, but in the mother tongue. Writing them has been a special thrill!

And yes, this March too I am recording and marvelling while I prepare for the A-Z, only not just in poetry. The A-Z Challenge is such a neat excuse to indulge!

March started off with the Indian festival of colours - Holi, a most joyous and a favourite festival. I observe and record and marvel as thoroughly as I'm able. Happy Spring!