Reminiscence

A store house in the corner of my terrace, no one bothers to enter now

Has grown up with me all the way through, as far as my memory allows

Filled up with paraphernalia I casted off, while sailing ahead in life,

It offers me the coast I need when I pause at times, feeling deprived

That night, when I opened its door, some chocolate moments awaited me

My Tobu cycle, on which I dreamed, to see the world, pedaling gingerly

Next to it slept my Barbie; soiled clothes, sans hair, yet pretty, as ever

Pulling back drapes from memory, I mused over days we're together

I dusted off a thick scrap book, my holiday home-work, running into miles

And a sweet reminiscence of my school days left behind a child-like smile

An earring parted from its match, a pair of stilettos choked with earth

Or even the rusted cooler in a corner had all shared my gloom n mirth

Few more windows opened inside, n I peeped into some dear moments

Leaning by an aged rickety chair, a teardrop joined me that very instant

Looking at the fan, as it toiled, to bring about a puff of air on my face

I closed my eyes to sail back in time, away from future, to my solace!

P.S. : The inspiration for this one too after quite sometime is
Aishwarya P Singh :)

hope n a little ..... :)

It was one of the typical June afternoons in Delhi. I stepped out of the building's compound clutching two papers, with a light heart and a blank mind. The only goal of my life has been achieved. What do I do now?

Crossing over to the other side of the road luckily found some space to sit on the wooden plank; supported on either sides by two blocks of concrete quietly picked up form the nearby construction site.

I have been a regular here for the past few years. My eyes met Karim Bhai's for a moment to let him know what I wanted. He knew all his customers; had shared all their smiles, frowns, fears and tears.

Many a plans had been made or discarded under the shade of this old plastic sheet; propped up on road by two logs, while the other side tied to the grill along the footpath.

But today there was nothing to plan about. So I just sat, a little hunched, watching him juggle between the biscuit and sugar bottles to keep his business running.

The vapours rising out of the hot tea kept on the stove had amused me since I was a kid. Looking beyond, through it, it felt as if you are being pulled away into some other time. Now all I could see through them was the hazy board in front of the institute which read "Rajiv Gandhi Cancer Hospital".

Although I still couldn't fathom as to why I was trying to evade the smile which was trying so hard to light up my face. May be I had grown so used to standing up against the odds that I just didn't seem to have any strength left to caress a smile.

Finally, I let out a deep breath, slowly eased my fists and gave the crumpled paper to Karim bhai, watching him read it out to everybody there, almost, unbelievingly.

"It will be true one day"…. I had told myself from day one, but ………. I was at a loss for words …….. Now the smile said it all …….