.. morri preeti tumhre saath

 I know of a place, 

basking in the morning sunshine, by the edge of a river, flowing, silent still, caressing through tiny pebbles, white, gray, blue, green, 

not too far away, on the other side behind the forest greens, mighty mountains stand tall, holding the river by it's side, like a father to a child.

Amidst, sweet fragrance of flowers, gentle sounds of water stream, distant temple bells are ringing, are these ragas played on a flute ? Is this where Krishna is ? 

Not years, not decades, not a lifetime, to merge with the one it may take many lives, but Keshava is kind, 

maybe flower to a butterfly, or sunshine to the trees, rainbow in clear blue skies and sometimes dew drops to the leaves, 

in your eyes I see, my little Kanha smiling back at me, 

vyartha khojte ho mujhe parth, uske hriday main hain mera vaas, morri preeti tumhre saath.

Nani's house

My dear Amey, you've turned one today, and we celebrate, 

a year full of love, care, affection, 

a year full of smiles, laughter, tears,

a year full of giggles, chuckles, cuddles,

golu, babbu, you are so adorable, so loving, watching you learn and grow is such a joy. 

 

The chronicles of the nani's house, how minutes hours and days would just fly by, 

like a beautiful sunrise you would arrive, ever so innocently looking at us, a tiny bit puzzled, a tiny bit lost.

Everyone would gather around for "Nani House Got Talent" audition round,

there are dancers, there are singers, there are magicians and clowns,

all to make you happy, it's such a beautiful time,  

and then, our little Kanha, would reward us with his miraculous smile.

Millions of memories to cherish and countless stories to share,

a rainbow peeking from the clouds, with colors of happiness adorned, that's how you would greet us at the break of dawn,

holding your fists tight, you would let me know, chalo, it's time to hop on for a ride,

and with cutest tilt of your head, mami would know, Amey is shy,

a bite on cheeks, a bite on shoulder sometimes, Amey's innocent way to express his likes,

waving to birds, talking to plants, staring at stars, nani teri morni and other cocomelon rhymes,

your generous love in that sweet blink of eyes, it suffice.

Nanu's little bhole baba, let me share a little secret with you, life will be a fairytale, always stay simple and kind.

Maybe too young to understand it all, I know, but don't worry we'll save you a treasure, 

in your mother's heart you'll find, all these beautiful moments, frozen in time.