serendipity ..

She bent over, her palm over mine, as we both struggled to draw a line,

Trying for the fifth time, so that our apple could look more than a lime

“I can’t do it mummaa” I complained and repeated for the nth time

“Do it slowly beta, it will come out fine”, she consoled as I whined

I think I was three; Curious ‘bout stars n astonished by flowers

And she on her toes, watching me, as I tripped over dolls n cars

Going down the memory lane, via the old family album

Found en route some wonderful memories - me n mum!

‘First Prize in Art in Class’ when I was only five

Was a true feat for her, no words could describe

And she had a success story for our neighbours

When I crossed the finishing line before others

Even today, each task I face seems small

When she says ‘Jus do! It’s nothing at all’

I wonder over my life’s first veracity

She – my mom is sheer serendipity…..

Together … through the stars we see :)

At the station, waiting; eyes follow the tracks, lost unto infinity behind a misty veil,
And like a teenager, I hopelessly wish, for just one look of yours that I could steal

I sit down smiling, over this sweet confusion for no reason or rhyme
A rose petal I discover in a book, and am being drifted back in time

I may not be near to you now, and we might not be meeting too, in days to be
But in a way so special you make me feel, together, through the stars we see

And when we sit on the rocks, in our dreams, a word from you or even without
I give you the control to obliterate me, whichever way you wish, all throughout

Each time, I talk to you it sinks; I was meant to be yours despite all despites
A divine discretion seems to be working, ever since we met on that fateful night !!!

P.S.: inspired by the new airtel ad !

What If ....... ?????

One big room or rather a hall and I sit in the middle and I feel so small…
As I stare at the ceiling... there's this sinking feeling ……. What if .....

The wet air goes by, leaving behind its chill to seep deep in my bones
And it cuts through my skin, revealing few memories, old and forlorn

Standing in my balcony, I struggle, to reach out to silence, but, in vain
I turn away to shut all noise when someone inside me calls out my name

Shivering, I listen to it, as the first rays of the sun lit up my face
And with the first bell going in the temple, I recover my grace

Hey! Look up, coz with every breath you take you are born again
You live only when the question you ask is .............So what, if …

P.S.: Inspiration ... Aishwarya P Singh.

Vo hawa se baatein karti hai ...

Har subah aankhon pe jab suraj kirnon ke chheete deta hai

Voh neend chura ke palkon me sapnon ka peechha karti hai

angdaai lete hue din me jab khushboo kai ghulne lagte hain

Matke ke aaine se pooch ke vo, phir bindi ek chun lati hai

Sarson ke phool masti me choor jab kanak hasi lutate hain

Faila ke pankh armaanon ke, vo hawa se baatein karti hai

Halki-phulki, boondon se choti jab boonden jadoo kar jati hain

Khulte hain har bandhan pal me, vo khud se hi mil jaati hai

Tim tim taaron ke neeche jab jugnu tam se lad jaate hain

kuch nek irade mutthi mein, vo khuda se saazish karti hai

A thousand smiles I need..................

It's hardly been days, since WE broke up into I and YOU
And even though I do, I somehow can't say "I MISS YOU"

scared to open my eyes each morning for the first thought is you
and though it leaves me more lonely, in that silence i talk to you

some questions and some doubts, some answers and some facts
breaking up inside each moment still putting up a nonchalant act

a deluge i need to drench myself and drape the drop which left my eyes
and a bit of sunshine here and there to thaw the frost in my gelid life

A thousand smiles i need, oh dear! to forget that one smile of yours
I'll never be the same without you whichever way life takes its course

Reading by the light .....

I stepped out of my room holding a lantern in one hand and a book
in another. Slowly I squeezed myself through the gap between the
doors. One extra movement and it would have like roared like some
giant.

Adjusting the wick to get just enough light, I then tiptoed out in the
courtyard. It was a very clear night. And the sheer number of stars
I could see up in the sky overwhelmed me with myriad emotions.
Quickly glancing through the courtyard, I found a straw mat lying
towards one side. Quietly I went up to it; putting the lantern on the
mud floor sat down, legs crossed, on the mat.

It was just 8 pm but the world on this part of the earth was already
in deep slumber. Hardly anything has changed. The breeze playing
with the loose strands of my hair was still laden with the smell of
corn and wheat.

As the silence suffused my heart I took out the bookmark and bent
over the pages. I pulled the lantern closer; eyes squinted as I began
reading.

It’s been almost seven years since I last pulled spinach from our fields
early morning or tried to hit the solitary mango hanging from the
mango tree in the afternoons.....

P.S. : And this one again is a byproduct of a seemingly innocent chit
chat with my fren and now almost the co-author (well that's too
much to say actually :P) of this blog .. Aishwarya ... thanks a ton !!

poured OUT !!!

Sometime back in my mind a million thoughts conjured up a concoction
When I tried to pour them on paper the result was hardly any consolation

Some pushed me into past, some pinned me ahead on calendar
Some tried to slip beneath my pencil, not willing to surrender

I went after the thoughts like a mom chasing her three year
“Wait a min” I muttered, putting myself on the highest gear

It took some time, no doubt, but yeah, I came out vindicated
Feels so good when you know in life where to, you are headed !!