Thursday, August 29, 2013

From a Little Boy for His Sweet Crush..

   O girl,
I see you daily 
In assembly hall
You talk with girls
And smile like  doll
You no see me
Why you no see me

I make spikes
Wear Gucci gogs
Shine my shoes
Walk round you
You no see me
Why you no see me

I solve the math 
And raise hand first
I turn around
And  look at you 
But you no see me
Why you no see me

I become class head
Keep everyone quiet
But when you talk 
I look and smile
You no see me
why you no see me

In my birthday I bring 
Sweets big and small
I give you big candy
And see you smile
You also see me
And give cute smile

I very happy smile
I give you more
You take and sit
And laugh with friends
Again you no see me
Why you no see me !!



Saturday, August 24, 2013

Through the Timeline


I hear the tick of running clock
I see the sand passing through
Time – the master -- gliding by
With a steady silent move


I see the faces big and small
Happy sad all size and shape
Some festive with the love around
Some gloomy blaming their bad fate


With all the feelings high and low
The timeline keeps growing by
What matters in the end of all
Is the imprint left behind


When a hard time comes around
I see the passing sand and clock
I ask myself will this matter 
Years to come down the line


Let the trifling worries be shed
Let the thread of life go loose
Let the kite fly higher 
Against the strong wind passing through



Sunday, June 2, 2013

A Sunday



With my eyes set on the target pins, I rolled the bowling ball with the thrust just apt enough to knock down all the pins in one go. All the other pairs of eyes were moving in sync with the sliding ball. The silence was what could be called a pin drop one. Only the sound produced due to friction between the ball and the floor could be heard. With the ball approaching its target, my heartbeat got louder and so did the thrill that rose exponentially with the moving ball. I had to win this time to become the champion and to self-applaud the player in me. It was the tenth game in the row that I had to knock down all ten heads in a single blow. This would decide my name getting inscribed in the champions list that was displayed in the hall.

The ball was just about to hit the target pins that a bell rang. I ignored and refrained from getting distracted with my eyes still fixed on the target pins. I had to confirm that all the pins are down in that very shot. Suddenly it turned to a slow motion scene in which the ball started touching the fore pins one by one and the pins started falling in a rhythm. I started counting – one-two-three-four-five-six -- as the balls were falling. Finally three balls were left to be knocked down that the bell rang again. I ignored. Seven-eight- damn it! The ring again. It was very distracting. And the very next moment everything went off the scene. What was now visible to me was a cream colored ceiling with some floral design in it. I closed my eyes tight and opened again to understand what is happening. I discovered that I just woke up from a dream -- a super exciting and thrilling one.

Oh this is terrible. I was on the brink of getting the victory. I was about to become a champ. Damn this awful call bell. And it rang now for the fourth time. I felt like murdering the person standing on the door,who spoilt my fanciful dream. I sprang up from my bed and strolled towards the door with my eyes half open. I opened the door and guess who I found. No one. Yes, there was no one standing out. Probably the person ringing the call bell had got an intuition of my semi murder plans.

I looked all around again but no one was found. Thinking it to be a prank played by the neighboring kids, I was about to shut the door when my eyes fell on an envelope lying outside. I picked it up and found something penned on it in red. I couldn't read it as it was written in some script resembling Chinese.


 I flipped the envelope and found that it wasn’t sealed. I raised the flap and pulled out the light yellow paper kept inside. I unfolded it in order. It had a strong lily fragrance that was refreshing. There was something written in it in blue. But there was no way that I could help myself reading the letters as the language was completely alien to me. Perplexed, I turned to my room and started thinking what it could be. Also I wasn’t sure that the letter was intended for me.

I kept the letter back into the envelope and put it aside. I decided to approach my friends in case any of them knew the language. I quickly got ready, had my breakfast, gave a final peep into the mirror, took the envelope and set off to one of my friends’ home on my scooty.

It was a cloudy Sunday with a soft breeze on -- Just perfect day for an outing. I reached my friend’s place in few minutes. We had prior plans to go out shopping. My friend was ready, all set to leave with me. But that day I was more excited or curious per se, about the letter, than about shopping. I asked my friend to hold on for a while. Though I hardly had a belief that she would in any close way be able to make out the inscribed words of the letter, I showed her the thing. Her mocking reaction was, “Oh a love letter! So you got a Chinese boyfriend!” I rolled my eyes and told her about the mysterious letter. She took a deep breath and said, “Hmm…so the matter looks grave! Let us consult a linguist. But before that let’s go shopping. And I will drive!” I agreed. Both of us wore our helmets, I sat pillion and we set off under the overcast sky.

For the first time in my life I was disinterested in shopping. In few minutes I realized that I was just following my friend behind her through the mall. My thoughts were dangling through the letters inscribed in red and blue. And finally the shopping and billing was done. We came out and as decided, we were to consult a linguist.

We had a friend who knew Kanji(Chinese), Italica(Spanish) and Arabic(Urdu) scripts apart from Roman(English) and Devnagri(Hindi). We quickly approached him to decode the letter. He looked at the envelope and said, the envelope reads, ‘Doh je sin’, which means, ‘Thank You’.  All of us got amazed and our curiosity grew. He pulled out the letter and read the lines to himself. I constantly kept staring at his face with my jaws open, waiting for him to read through and translate. He smiled, took a long breath and started..

Hello,
By the time you read this, I would be far away. I am a 10-year-old Chinese boy and saw you at a tourist place with some of your friends last Sunday.

Last Sunday I had visited an old fort with my friends. And yes, there was a Chinese group too! What could this little boy secretly have written to me?

You seemed to be indigenous so I thought of sharing this with you. I’m sorry I followed you that day to know your address, as it’s an urgent matter. So here I go!

My name is Dingxiang. I came to visit your place. During my tour, I saw a sweet girl of your land. Must be of my age. Her mom called her ‘Lara’. She was with her mom and dad throughout the trip. Her black curly hair was very cute. I can hardly find a girl back in my school with a curly hair.  In fact she also saw me and smiled looking at me. I think I am in love. I need your urgent help. There is a neighbor of mine back in China, who likes me and is after me. But I don’t like her. Please save me. Please help me and convey my message to Lara. I really want to talk to her. At least find her number and pass it on to me. My number is +86-9934562215.
I will always be thankful to you if you do this. I will also send you Chinese chocolates from my pocket money. You look kind and I know you will help me.
Waiting for a phone call from Lara,
Ding.

There was a short silence after my friend finished reading the letter. Then we looked at each other and burst out in laughter!


Thursday, May 30, 2013

The Magic Droplet





I sit into the purple shade
Of twilight beam all over me
The dry air with a singular hue
Pushes me to a lazy spree

I feel my eyelid shutting down
Drowsy gesture captures me
 I pull my face, stare up above
And find a silent starless sea

While I’m lost in aimless dive
A magic drop falls over me
A thread of sweet smell of the earth
Captivates me on high degree

Soon ahead of that moment
A pool of sweet air passes by me
I feel the tender chasm across
I feel my bound spirits go free
This is onset of the season
Much awaited by parched me
I spread my arms and hug the space
Welcome the season that has the key

Key to good hope key to fervor
That unlocks freshness in me
Key that makes me bright again
That lets my true self be me

The earth beneath and my soul within
Whisper to the nascent me
The moment that just went alive 
Has promises held across the lee

Let the droplets bring the charm
Let the spirits go divine
Let the monsoon fill the lives
With the brightest of sunshine






Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Lost in the Fog


It was a foggy path in the joggers’ park. I was stretching out and easing up before I could jog. In a corner a group of elderly people were tightening their skin by laughter therapy. Just ahead of me were two middle aged ladies, on with their daily gossips. Far to my left I could hear a sweet cooing coming from some cuckoo, probably sitting on a tree top.


The fog was thick and smelled great. I was enjoying every bit of it. Only the next 5-6-meter path beyond me was visible. I started heading towards the ladies and soon overtook them. On my way I saw a little girl sitting on a bench, looking straight in void. Her cheeks were chubby and eyes deep. There was tranquility in her sight. I stopped by and parked myself on a bench across.

She looked at me suddenly, as if woken up from a dream. She looked chubbier with some life on her face. Blinking twice, she threw her sight far into the fog, lost again. Then again she came back from her reverie and peeked towards me from the corner of her eyes. Her pink-colored frock with white socks made her look adorable.

I smiled looking at her innocent mime. She blinked again and got off her bench. With an undecided gait, she moved towards me. I gave her a welcoming smile and offered her to sit by my side. She sat hesitatingly and looked at me with a pink face. I asked who she had come there with. She said she is the daughter of the gardener there. She used to come to the park everyday with her dad. But she lost her dad recently. She had come there all alone.

Out of grief and curiosity I asked what happened to her dad. She said, ‘My dadda was my best friend. I used to play around the park with my dad. I would keep hiding behind the thickest tree trunks and my dadda would magically appear from nowhere. I would shout and scream like mad and we would play around for hours. One day while my dadda was trimming the fence, he felt a sudden jerk of pain in his chest. He shouted for me. By the time I reached, he was laying down unconscious. I shouted out for help and the passers by took him to the hospital where the doctors said, he had cancer. He was in the hospital for a while and then left me behind, forever..’ By the end of this sentence, she choked and her eyes filled with tears. I felt tight from within.

I consoled her and tried to cheer her up. She was finding it hard to come back to a peaceful mode. She further explained her tragedy. I gave her my ears to lighten her mood. She said, ‘I have no mother. He was my everything. He was my hero. Despite our poverty, he never ever let me feel any less than a princess. Yes, I was his princess… The princess has lost her hero! ’, with these words, her voice got rough and she got filled with big tears and sorrow again.

‘Do you smoke?’, she asked after a good pause. I shook my head in denial. “Then can we be friends? ‘cos  I have promised I shall never be friends to a smoker, as the smokers leave me all alone”. And her already swollen eyes filled with tears again. I said, ‘Was your dadda into smoking?’ She burst into an even louder cry.

I understood and refrained from talking about it again. I gave her a much needed hug. She was a real sweet heart filled with purity and innocence. Her dadda, or our hero must have been a great soul that gave such a beautiful princess as my friend. The only mistake he committed was, he had got into a bad habit without the thought of its ill effect that indirectly was also a curse to his pretty daughter.

This is in fact true for all our deeds. Anything good or bad we do has a sure impact to our kith and kin. Our little princess is left all alone in this world. I pray for her wellness and a less miserable life. She has lost her sweet yesterday in the foggy path. The thick tree trunks have witnessed her jingling giggles and laughter.  I pray for her painless tomorrow and for a real sweet laughter all her innocent life.


Friday, April 5, 2013

Achha Lagta Hai






Rasta to hai rangeen
Safar bhi hai suhana
Par kabhi mudd kar peechey dekhna
Achha lagta hai

Samundar to hai vishal
Lahrein hain aati shandaar
Par chup chap si nadi ka kinara
Achha lagta hai

Zindagi ki daud me
Agey nikal jana, deta hai muskaan
Par kabhi jaan bujh kar peeche reh jana
Achha lagta hai

Naam shohrat daulat chamak se
Aati hain khushian bilkul
Par saada shant sukoon ka pal
Bhi kabhi kabhi .. Achha lagta hai ..

Friday, March 22, 2013

Just A Count



From a tower I see

The bee-busy heads 

Carving their own pot

Playing their own wit..


I then stare up

And find a sky

All gleams with solace,

And all peace-lit..


To the sky, I then feel

I'm just a count

Gazing up - up there

Like every other bit !