Waiting

A phone call,

 A bbm ,

A text message ,

An fb chat ,

So many possible ways to be connected

in the microcosmic electronic world!!

I am  just a  micro second away from you

Even then 

why is it that 

you keep me waiting?

Is it your

 sadist temperament

or  

your 

oblivion

to  my needs?? 

I wonder 

and 

I sleep waiting

 for an answer

which I know

 I will never get.

A prayer for my son

I want you not to be a rich man with a big, expensive, flashy car.

I want you not to be a Casanova , stealing the hearts of innocent girls and bring tears in their eyes.

I want you not to sit idle and still love your leisure time and use it correctly.

I want you not to judge people and comment on their decisions,whether right or wrong.

I want you not to look and appreciate man-made architectural pieces and ignore God's creation.

I want you not to be rude and nasty to people who even mean  nothing to you.

I want you to build a great character than do a whamming gym-session to muscle you up.

I want you to be loved for your smile rather than your lovely visage.

I want you to be true to yourself and answer the questions asked by your conscience honestly .

I want you to be respected and valued for the warmth and love that you do possess.

I want all the world for you my little son,

But more than that I want you to understand who and what means the world to you.

This is a prayer for you ,my son on your third birthday,

You are too little to understand it right now,but one day hopefully you will.

An Original Life

Today is what I have.

Let me fail.

Let me falter.

Let me go waste.

Today is what I have.

Atleast tomorrow,

when I look into the mirror,

I will clearly say-

Yes I did live !

As a  fake note ,

in fake hands ,

with people just

using me

for their benefit ;

I still lived-

an original life

-my life !!

Memories bitter sweet

Carefully treading the busy red light with you beside me, holding my hand,

Manoeuvring the snake like road in a way that only a snake charmer knows,

Sitting tight –fisted, the fear of falling  from your newly acquired bike,

Moving my hands on your back  when you were  writhing in pain,

Arguing over the least important issue and still get pampered,

Innumerable red roses that you got for me on my birthdays,

The fight that ensues when you watch the car and bike show ignoring me,

The plain , simple rustic attempts to make me forget all my pains ,

The heated discussion of the family budget each month end  ,

The look on your face when you see me talk about someone else,

The threat of leaving each other that both of us give and then forget  ,

The kind and loving protection of your arm around my waist,

The attempt to steal  time with each other despite busy parenthood,

The subtle knowledge of each other’s need without any conversation ,

Are the memories bitter sweet  that I’ll cherish forever, my love!!

soul mates

I still remember him... 
laughing , making his eyes speak his love,
mouth shut out of decent dignity
and perplexed emotions.


I still remember him...
waiting, to be touched in his soul,
hands away , with I running to him
for every little ,mundane sorry feeling.


I still remember him...
healing , all the pain that I 
carried in my heart and soul;
magically and beautifully.


I still remember us..
sitting so close and yet so far,
sharing all that we could
as true soul mates..


Alas!! He claims that it was I 
who ditched him,
though each day,each night
I still remember him....

Living on the edge

There was a knock on her heart
and he entered,
stealthily though,
she resisted , she refrained , she refused to live.
She stopped ,looking straight into his feelingless eyes.
Was it love that she saw?
Perhaps!!
She was taken by surprise....
She was shocked to see her own image reflected in his eyes.
She stood close as if persuading  life over death
trying to choose her destiny..
She sold her soul to the demon and  told herself with Death like finality-
She had chosen...what she always wanted..
living on the edge.

veracity

She sat holding her head
between her knees
crying,sobbing
to conjecture
her fatal flaw.
Her fault
was not
to love
but
 her
veracity.