His Heart cut to Pieces,
His Soul drenched in Pain,
He sat on a Bench,
Wished the Hurt would Drain.
His Love was Long Gone
In the World far Away.
He could still Feel her
So Far yet so Near.
Her Smell was still Fresh,
Her Voice, too, was Clear.
Continue reading “What’s in the Name?”
It was five in the evening.
Through the living room, rays of balmy sunshine of a winter evening showered across the kitchen. Her grey hair shone stylishly. Even at seventy, her face glowed with the charm that could beat that of a teenager.
She sieved steaming tea in two cups. With trembling hands, she picked up the cups and walked slowly to the balcony where the rocking chair waited to host her like every evening. He stood at a corner of the balcony watching children playing on the ground at a little distance. Continue reading “The Wait”
Walking Solo on the Erratic Paths
of the World so Tart,
Scrapping the Blows
of the Worrywart,
Carving its way Through
With the Ray of Sunshine
As Tiny as a Hair,
Continue reading “Hope”
I was born an Open Book,
Everyone would Come
Sneak a Look,
I Cared, I Shared,
Wrongly, I Dared.
Worked out Well till
You came to Light.
Continue reading “The Open Book”
“Daddy, we will go to cilcus tonight.” The first thing I heard as I entered my bedroom.
Tip: Gilaffe equals Giraffe, Lain equals Rain and Hulley equals Hurrey. You join the dots.
After her daily follow-up and my procrastination for about a fortnight, my three year old, Gulu, decided to switch from request-mode to declaration-mode.
Running out of reasons to postpone, finally I surrendered. I nodded in approval.
“Wow! Yey!” she jumped in joy and rushed uncontrollably towards me to give me a hug – actually, to give my legs a hug.
I tapped on her head as she went back to her teaching class where she had made six of her teddy bears sit tidily in two queues of three each; needless to say, she was the teacher. Continue reading “Circus within Circus”
The Rules those are Set
to make You feel Crowned;
for the Fake Frontiers,
I Refuse to Bow Down.
You are free to feel Rejected
Or feel Dejected – Your Choice.
Giggles will adorn my Voice.
Niggle as You wish,
I don’t Care a piece.
Continue reading “I Refuse”
Some wise men, the elderly, once told me – the day would come when all the efforts I had put in to make you joyous would be disregarded in a jiffy. I didn’t believe them. But they had a reason to be confident of what they cautioned me. They had been there. They knew how it must feel to be overshadowed by some strangers who would swoop in from nowhere and take away all your sweat in a snap of fingers. Continue reading “The Usual Hero”
When Courtesy is Mistaken For Weak,
When Mercy Becomes Hard To Leak,
When injustice breaks Barriers
Just as I may not confront or speak,
The Dam Goes On Filling Up High
The Pressure Turns Hard To Pass By
My Tolerance Is My Virtue,
Though It is Not For You to Chew.
Continue reading “Two Way Street”
He Waited For the Strength
To Take the First Step,
Then He Crawled… and Crawled,
He Crawled Some More Before He Walked,
He Sneaked Through Some,
While a Few Tagged Along,
As Might Got Greater
He Started to Jog,
Those Who Were Left Behind
Wordlessly Kept the Log.
Continue reading “Voyage of a Droplet”
It’s been a while since I’ve known You well;
There is a lot that I’ve to tell,
I’m no more in my own Space;
I’m so lost in Charm of Your Spell.
Continue reading “Proposal”
Just like any other father, I always want my daughter to remain daddy’s li’l doll. When she is just six months old, you are inclined to giving her a finger to hold; it often leads to underestimating her abilities though.
I thought she was too little to understand the world. I didn’t realize that I was wrong until that morning when she smiled when I smiled and frowned when I fake-frowned. I first thought it was a co-incidence. I repeated the sequence to be sure. Continue reading “She’ll Be What I Am”
My Days were Uptight
and Every Night Whined,
Nothing made Sense
and Nothing Really Rhymed,
With Wings Wide Open,
Emerging from the Skies,
With Words that Soothe
and Verses So Divine…
You Were… and You Are…
The Best Poem of Mine.
Continue reading “You’re the Best Poem of Mine”
Let’s hire a spy to snoop another spy snooping someone else.
Let’s pick up an eraser and rub out the writing on another eraser.
Let’s make a python swallow itself starting from its own tail.
Let’s pickup a magnifying glass and zoom at the other magnifying glass.
Let’s shoot a bullet!
It would be fun, I thought. What do you say? Shall we? Continue reading “11 Things You Didn’t Know About The “N : X” Blogs”
Through the Darkest hours of Sinister Nights,
And the Deadliest Punches of Bloodiest Fights,
I will be your Light, I will make it Right.
Continue reading “I’ll be your Santa”