Coming back

I let her break in for I never expected her back so early. She had gone for good, I thought. She was all tears and laughing dramatically, as if I was ghost.
“Kiss me.”
We kissed. Heaven broke down upon us. That was the best moment in my life. And we lived happily ever after.


Also posted at: The Writers Lounge

Another Trial at Fiction 55.. Hope you like reading it...

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Love Hurts

Love
Hurts
Shove
Darts
In
Heart
Being
Smart.

Can’t
Smile
Rant
Pile

Spry
Cloud
Cry
Loud
On
Knees
None
Sees
Seize!

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Tried to write a Sonnet. A Bit Sized Sonnet, as showed by Pratibha. However, A Sonnet has only 14 lines and this poem exceeds that. So, it cannot be called a Sonnet. Hmmm... Will try again sometime... Till then, enjoy this :)

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge

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Meeting in Future

In a chilling evening of Jan
Somewhere in Japan
The sky was red with a hint of cyan
She called out to the blind man
She offered him her flan
She said, “I’m your fan.”

He turned to her span
And stretched his hand.

Tears in her eyes – out they ran
As she looked at the man -
One of her own clan
She could very well scan.

Zoom passed a yellow van
It ruffled the old man.
He fell down and screamed again
As the time when he ran
Away from her, as far as he can.

Her hands trickled the bran
As he fell on the lawn
She whispered aloud, “Tan!”


... thinking of a meeting, sometime, somewhere in the future ... would love to do that, but then, if I can't even see you??

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on March 17, 2009

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ANything FOr U..

Life has been so short
I could do all I needed
But could not love you
As much as I wanted to.

Wanted all for you
I wanted to get you moon
Would bring world to you
Whatever else you want, too.

Alas! I could not
Do anything for you, love
Could not make you dance,
Could not make you smile for once!

Love it was, throughout
Only that you could not see,
Wanted to be yours
I wanted to heal your soars.

I know I have failed
To stand by you in distress
But I would be there -
Now, here, there and anywhere!

Those times were such, and
Life had not been too placid
Told you my notions
I had my limitations.

Come back to me now
Its time, we make our own
New world to live in
And accept all with a grin.

Hope, concur my thoughts
Smile, run back straight to my heart
Come, leaving the rest
Love, for that’s what we do best
Together we’ll touch the crest!

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on March 13, 2009

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तेरे दोस्त हैं यहीं

अपनी ज़हेन में झांक के देख
तेरे दोस्त हैं यहीं

अपने आप में ढून्द्के देख
तेरे दोस्त हैं यहीं

हवायों में देख
फिजाओं में देख
हर वो आइना, जो टूट चूका है
हर वो पल, जो बीत चूका है
उन लम्हों में देख
तेरे दोस्त हैं यहीं

अपने उम्मीदों से पूछ
अपने दिल की गहराईयों से पूछ
हर वो धड़कन, जो धड़क चूका है
हर वो जाम, जो छलक चूका है
उन खाली पय्मानो से पूछ
तेरे दोस्त हैं यहीं

और अगर फिरभी ना मिले कोई
तो ए यार मेरे
मेरे पास आ, तेरा भुला हुआ वो दोस्त
यहाँ है... यहीं पर है

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on March 18, 2009

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है तुझे कसम

है तुझे कसम
तूफान में घिरके ना खोना अपने आपको
हर रह तेरी होगी बुलंदियों की और ।

है तुझे कसम
अपनी मौत ना बना लेना अपने खौफ को
उम्मीद से बांधले अपनी जीवन की डोर ॥

है तुझे कसम
काँटों को करने दे अपनी राहों की हिफाज़त
काँटों से घबराकर चलना ना छोर ।

है तुझे कसम
ये जीवन है सुख और दुःख की बनावट
दुःख से घबरा कर अपनी रहे ना मोर ।।


Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on March 18, 2009

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Scissors

It cuts
Beautiful.
Gives new identity
Makes lovely dresses out of cloths
Scissors!

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As prompted at: Weekend Wordsmith (95. Scissors)

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge

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Friendship

I was not satisfied with the First poem that I wrote here. A few thought, I felt were unexpressed. So, I wrote a new one and this time, tried to follow a Monorhyme form too. Hope you like both the poems.

Feelings so deep
Real they are
I want you to know.
Every step I take
Nears me to you,
Deciphers your thoughts
Silently, my love!
Hope you’ll stay
In all the storms of life
Pleased and by my side!

...=(ôö^ò^öô)=...

Forever and a day
Rule my heart, if you may
In every possible way.
~
Eager to know what you’ll say
Needless to allay!
~
Don’t go away.
~
Silly it sounds, but hey
Hear am I to you, all the way
I love you, and again I say
Pal, please stay!

Written as prompted in Acrostic Only (Friendship)
Also linked to: Monday Poetry Train Revisited #22

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Ubiquitous Life

My life
A natural burden
STILL UBIQUITOUS
A natural burden
My life

Posted at: The NaisaiKu Challenge: Week Four
Written as prompted in: 3WW CXXIX (Natural, Burden, Ubiquitous)

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Limerick: A Bald Old Man!

A bald old man from Delhi
Had the most voluminous belly
In Chandni Chawk
He flutters like a hawk
All know him as Mr. Smelly





Posted it in The Writers Lounge on March 07, 2009
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Haiku: First steps

A winter morning
With lots of dew drops on grass
Is all I see now

***^**^***
Living loveless life
Like a bunch of frost topped grapes
Brisk, but motionless

***^**^***
Dark cloud brings the rain
I walk to you, breaking rules
But it rains again

***^**^***
The first drop of dew
On a winter morning here
Smells like perfect love

***^**^***
He took his brushes
And painted the blank canvas
To Monalisa

My first attempts at Haiku. Posted in The Writers Lounge on March 4, 2009

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Lets play love again

The true fact remains
You are the one for me, love
Let the game begin
LETS PLAY LOVE AGAIN
Let the game begin
You are the one for me, love
The true fact remains

Linked to: NaisaiKu Challenge IV

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I'm in Love

I don’t love you ...
May be I love you like a cool breeze
In a scorching hot noon
Nor to stick to me forever, but
Leave me chilled soon!!
Or like a red rose, amidst
Vigorous schedule
Encouraging me to live and wilt!

Also linked to: Monday Poetry Train Revisited
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A Love Sublime

She left
And then suddenly,
I felt left alone
Alone again
In the same corner of the world.
There I was
Where I was
Sitting for years all together
Gather nothing with passing time.
I know
I lost
A love sublime!

Linked in Sunday Scribblings #153 - "Listen up because this is important!"

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How much you love me

Even if you want to go
Even if you would never show
In the deepest of my heart, I will know
HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME
In the deepest of my heart, I will know
Even if you would never show
Even if you want to go

4 More Wonderful NaisaiKus check: NaisaiKu Challenge III

Also posted at: Monday Poetry Train Revisited #17.

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Love You Dear

Let’s share life
Once more
Violating the rules. Now,
Even more

Years passed
Over the edge
Under the same roof

Dealt with life
Every time
And again
Reassessing all proof'!

Crossposted this in The Writer's Lounge on February 23, 2009

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Life Goes On

Inspired from Life Goes On in The Writer's Lounge

Little world
Insufficient friends
Failed relationships
Endless rendezvous

Ghostly appearances
Online chats
Eager weekends
Specious retrospect

Only because
No attachments!

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Heads Or Tails #79 - Case

You can try this at Heads or Tails - Home of the Tuesday Meme

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Shona was bathing in the pond near her house. It is not their own, but since it is in the neighborhood, everyone in her house used to bath in this pond. A fishpond, but habitually used for bathing and washing. Where else would everybody go? They had only two ponds in the village and the other one is strictly used by the fisheries. She dipped in a couple of times and came out. She was about to keep the soap on the rock near her and it just slipped out of her hands and fell into the water. She dipped in again and searched for a long time, but could not retrieve it. She cried, but no one came to her aid, for it was noon and everybody was busy working in the fields. No one had time to search a soap cake in water for this 7 years old kid. She was alone. She was helpless and she was at fault. This is the second soap in two months that her father bought her a soap cake and she lost it. A soap might cost a huge sum and that was the reason father never used to get her one that frequently. Father will be fuming on this and may not buy her any more soap in the future. She has lost her soap now – probably the last one! Her bathing was over.

She cried for a couple of minutes more, but once she realized that there would be no one coming towards her, she stood up. She gathered her wet cloths and started walking back towards home.

“It’s not my fault at all,” she told to herself. “I asked father to bring a soap case along with the soap. He did not bring it last time too. I warned him about this. Maybe, I did. Whatever, but it’s not my fault. It’s his fault that I lost the soap today. I would not cry anymore. Why should I? Even Lailee lost her soap the other day and she borrowed mine. And this time, it’s not my mistake. I’ll ask father to buy me one more soap and this time and a soap case as well – the pink one!” She was confident now and had all the answers to father’s probable questions.

Shona talked to herself all the way home. She was convinced that it was not her liability that the soap was lost. She was even prepared to face her father now and was sure to scold him for not buying her the case. She would not let him escape by scolding her for no fault of her own. After all, the soap was lost for the want of a case!

She looked around as she crossed the fencing around their house. There was no one there; probably the ladies were all asleep and her father was obviously in the field. She crept in silently. She went to the hanging lines and hung her cloths. She paid her regards to the Gods in the small temple and went inside the house. Everybody else was asleep, as she thought. She went to the kitchen and had her lunch. It was almost time to go to play now and she did not waste a single moment to reach Lailee’s house. She had forgotten about the soap totally by now.

She came back before dusk, cleaned herself and took out her books. She sat on the mat with a bowlful of puffed rice mixed with onions and some mustard oil. It was almost dark and she had to use the lantern. She has just started learning the alphabet and it was fun for her. Everything was so new and funny. No one in the house could read any of those symbols there. If it would not have been for her selfless teaching, her father would not have been able to recognize anything from that book. She was proud because of that and used to put a lot of effort while studying and teaching. She had almost finished the alphabet now and would start learning the digits in some days. She was very happy. She took out the book and started to read the letters on top of her voice.

“Shonaaa…” Her father called her aloud once he entered the premises of the house. She ran out of the house and leaped on him, as any other good evening. The very touch of her father sunk something deep inside her. She remembered the soap! Oh! All her happiness disappeared. She felt vanquished. All her thoughts of self confidence vanished. She was in her father’s arms – the safest place in the world she knew; but that could not stop her from howling out! She grabbed her father with both hands; as tightly as possible and broke into tears. Father kept on asking what happened but did not get a reply. She kept on shedding tears as he was holding her close to him. She cried and cried more and when she was tired, she slept – all the time in her father’s arms. After a long time when there was no more sound and no more tears on his shoulders, the father realized that Shona was asleep. He shook her a little and got no response. He took her to the bed and slowly but carefully laid her down. Just before he left her, two words came out of her mouth, which made no sense to him, “Soap Case.”

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A Rainy Encounter

It was another Monday and he knew not what to do. The morning was broken and no Sun rose. Dark clouds covered the sky like a thick blanket. A few beams of light came out from here and there but could never match the sunshine he had yesterday. The sip on the cup of tea was bleak – it tasted like syrup and looked like mud water. He kept the cup aside and stood up from the easy chair. He removed the yellow dirty curtains with his shivering hands and moved out in to the verandah. The indoor plants there were still wet from the late night drizzle and so were the streets down. He held the railings tightly and looked up once again towards the sky.

Drops of pearl are hiding
Behind the blanket of cloud
The glacier of rains
Not moving but shouting aloud.

Go away, O cloud great,
Let there be sunshine,
Let the rays pierce my heart
And reach this soul of mine.

No, it would not rain soon, he thought. Is it good time to go out? He looked at his watch, probably for the tenth time this morning and it tells the same time. It was time to sit back at home and get more bored. He turned back towards the door of the verandah and leaned backwards on the railings. He took out the small linen piece to clean his spectacles, again for the tenth time probably. It was shining like gold by now. He cleaned it once more and went inside.

He turned on the TV to see if there was anything interesting. Astha Channel! Damn! There is nobody home today. He need not pretend to be watching this freaking channel anymore. He turned on the Sports Channel. WWF – yeah, the program to watch now. He liked this fat man in red and white, but could not recall his name. Whatever, he was good – he thrashed those two bulldogs the other day and it was fun to watch. Let’s see what he does today to this bear in yellow.

“साब, मैं जाऊँ?” (“Sir, may I go?”) the maid enquired. She has always been so nice to him. Always ready to serve him the way he wants. She’s probably the only person in the world who takes good care of him. Probably an ‘achhut’ (untouchable) – pretty dark, tall and exposing! She must be in her late twenties. She has all those immature gestures of that age. Probably unmarried too, but he never had the guts to ask her. These people do not clad that way too, so you cannot just tell if they are married just by looking at them.

“साब, अब मैं जाऊँ?” (“Sir, may I go now?”) the maid enquired again. Damn!

“सिउली, बेठ न थोडी देर. घर में कोई नही है. थोडी देर बय्ठ्के चली जाना.” (“Shiuli, stay for some time. There is no one in the house. Stay for some time and then go.”)

“साब, दूसरी जगह भी जाना है.” (Sir, I need to go to another place too.)

“अभी, अभी जाना है?” (“Do you need to go right now?”)
“हम्म, नही. थोडी देर बय्ठ्के जाती हूँ.” (“Hmm, no. I shall stay for some time.”)

She sat near him, alongside his easy chair. He felt anxious. She was sitting so close to him that he almost could smell her sweat. He hoped that it starts raining and never stops now.

Rain now,
As if you never did
Wash away the earth along
For, it’s you now, whom I need!

Rain hard,
As long as you want to,
Don’t ask me why, now
Just that I want you.

He could easily feel that Shiuli did not take much interest in wrestling. So, he gave the remote to her and asked her to select a channel she would like to watch. She took the remote with a tiny leap, but then looked back at him as if asking permission. He smiled at her and winked. She was all smiles. Could not read much though, but she was happy getting this unexpected privilege. She browsed through the channels and finally held on to a Hindi movie channel which was showing a not-so-new movie on it. Shiuli seems to be enjoying.

He could not look at her directly, even if he wanted to. He tried to move within his chair as far as possible, but could not get a glimpse of her. He moved again and again in quick succession, but still Shiuli’s beautiful face was away from him. He could feel the togetherness and the proximity, not knowing if Shiuli was feeling the same. He did not care for that. He was trying to get as close as possible, in his own way, from within the boundary of the easy chair.

“गोविंदा मेरा सबसे मनपसंद हीरो है साबजी. आपको भी अच्छा लगता है?” (Govinda is my favorite hero, Sir. Do you like him too?”)

He came out tearing through the spell of her beauty.

“हाँ, हाँ क्यों नही. बहोत अच्छा है. और कौन अच्छा लगता है तुझको?” (“Yes, why not? Whom else do you like?”)

“गोविंदा, शाहरुख़, अमिताभ और सलमान. आपको?” (“Govinda, Shahrukh, Amitabh and Salman. And who’s your favorites?”)

“हाँ, मुझे भी.” (“Yes, I too like them.”)

It started to rain outside. It was drizzling, but now it was heavy – just what he wished for. Shiuli was getting more relaxed and friendly with him. She let go the knot in her hair and let it loose. A subtle fragrance filled the atmosphere. He could feel it – more with every breath he took. At times, she would catch hold of the leg of the easy chair and would shake it. The sudden movement would set a chilling feeling in his spine. He was very excited – a feeling of freedom and mischief was filling his mind. He was about to ask her to close the door to the verandah when she looked up at the wall clock.

“मर गयी साब! नौ बज गया. मुझे दूसरी जगह भी जाना है.” (“Oh My God Sir! It’s 9 o’clock now. I need to go to another place too.”)

“चली जाना. ये फ़िल्म तो खतम करले.” (“Finish this film and go.”)

“नही साब. मुझे अभी जाना होगा. घर में मेरा एक साल का एक बच्चा भी है. अकेला है वो. मुझे अभी जाना होगा.” (“No Sir. I need to go now. I have left my one year old kid back home. It is alone. I need to leave now.”) With these words, she stood up and started to tie her hair.

He was dumbstruck! He never saw that coming, not from any direction he could think of. He felt lost. He felt selfish. He felt weird and shitty. Ashamed! He knew not how to react. A weird feeling filled his head and the feeling moved down through the throat and chest and reached his stomach. It was almost aching! He sat straight in the easy chair, trying to relax. He was breathing heavily – almost audible. He wanted to walk up to the door and open the door by himself, but could not even stand up. His heart was sinking and he could feel it. He could utter no word.

Rain O rain,
Stop pouring!
Take a break and stop for sometime
Let her reach her goal. Then rain again!

The downpour slowed down. Shiuli left, not before reminding him of the glass of milk and his medicines. He raised his right hand as if he promised her to have those on time. She locked the door behind her and threw the key from beneath the door. He need not move towards the door. He could not. He was too ashamed to have looked at her again or to move any further. He sat there for I-don’t-know-how-long. The delicate scent of her body, hair and sweat prevailed, but he could not feel it anymore.

He stood up holding his knees. He walked up to the door to the verandah, removed the curtains and leaned on the railings. He remembered today to be another Monday morning. He ardently hated this time every week for four years, since the time he retired. It was not raining anymore, but the streets down were all wet. He looked up in despair. I am not sure, but probably he cried – for one last time!

A feeling so impure
I felt today,
I would shed tears, but then
Laugh, you may.

What would you do there?
Come down and pour on me
Drench me, soak me and clean me
O Cloud great, I pray to thee…

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इन्तेज़ार

किसीके इन्तेज़ार में
बय्ठे हैं हम राहों में
बरसो बीत गये
ना कोई आया
ना आँखों के समीप
नाही मेरे खयालों में ॥

प्यार तो नहीं था
पर प्यार के ही राहों में हम थे,
ना ज़मीन, ना आसमान था
हर जगह बस हम ही हम थे ।

साहिलों में बय्ठे हुए
उस पार सुरजको डूबते और निकलते हुए देखा
बंध मुट्ठी मे से जैसे रेत निकलती हो
कित्ने ही लम्हे हमने वैसे फिसलते हुए देखा ।

किसीके इन्तेज़ार में
बय्ठे हैं हम राहों में
खूब रोये पर
किसीने याद नहीं की
ना बयठाया पलकों पे किसीने
नाही अपने बाहो में ॥

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