Saturday, July 27, 2013


Darkness as his only companion,
He sits on the bench in the park,
The wind whooshing past violently,
Demonstrating its presence, with vigor.

Her smiling face, staring back at him through the photo in his hands,
And there breaks the dam,
His, and of the clouds as well,
And there flows the water.

His anger, his fights,
His obsession, his ambition,
Leading to his loss, this gigantic loss;
And it was all his fault.

With these thoughts in mind,
He closes his eyes,
Wishing for a moment with her,
Her hand in his, a calming sensation.

A break to the wind,
To heed his silent prayer,
There slashes the ring,
With her photo appearing on the display,

Tring – Tring the phone rang…

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Friday, July 26, 2013

All That Matters

A baby makes its way out of its mother’s womb,
Lets out its first sound,
A cry of fear and astonishment at the sight of the new world,
The mother clutches her baby, and it calms down,
For the baby, the mother’s affectionate caress is all that matters,
And for the mother, the satisfied silence of the baby is all that matters.

There cometh the 3rd birthday of the child,
Clown hats and the din of the plastic drums,
Cakes and treats spread all around,
There walks in a hairy teddy bear,
Brought in by Mama and Dada from the next room,
But unnoticed, they stand still, ‘cause for the child the toy is all that matters,
And for them, the smile on their sweet angel’s face is all that matters.

Next in the journey of life is the first day at school,
A new uniform makes young John look dashing,
Alas, teary-eyed he walks away from Mummy and Daddy,
Into the confines of the school,
But they stand still without comforting him,
For them, the need for him to grow independent is all that matters,
However, for him, their absence is all that matters.

Running past goes life, and brings up the last day in school,
There stands John, with his friends in tow,
Decked up in a posh suit, one of his dad’s,
He comforts them all, and promises to remain in contact,
Yet he feels his world changing, and emptying,
For them all, their friendship and the change of time is all that matters.

The taxi speeds through the driveway,
With a single figure in the back,
Sorrowful about his departure, yet desiring his growth,
The old couple on the doorstep waits till the yellow speck disappears,
John waits till the vehicle stops, expectant and excited, yet scared,
For him, his new beginning is all that matters,
For them, their son is all that matters.

The hectic life is disturbed, and the sky falls down,
As there is a major disruption,
There walks out Dad, all of a sudden,
Ripped out of life, which had no worries,
Nor any major tensions,
Weeping like never before, they sit on the doorstep consoling each other,
For them, the others shoulder as a support for their grief is all that matters.

Getting back from this bump in life,
There comes a new chapter, with John walking off to work,
Touching his Mother’s feet, and relishing the smile on her face,
While she blesses him, as she always does,
She holds him to her chest,
For John, her support and love is all that matters,
For beloved Mother, his care and respect for her is all that matters.

A month later drops in the courier, with flowers and a package in hand,
And there rings the phone and the doorbell,
It’s John, about a gift, and about something he has just earned,
Something wished for by Esteemed Mother,
She smiles in his absent presence,
Though the waves of happiness pass through,
For her, his thought for her is all that matters,
For him, her smile is all that matters.

Again rings the phone, John’s this time,
It’s Jane, with her sweet voice,
Calling him, and making time linger till they go out together,
Yet he smiles, and keeps his patience,
For him, the slow passage of time in between is all that matters,
And for her, his affection is all that matters.

Dressed in white, they wait in front of the congregation,
It’s smiles galore, and the sweet fragrance of love spreads,
There sits Mother in the front row,
Nostalgic about a similar moment of her life,
Yet happy for John,
The pair tightens their grip on each other’s hands and gazes lovingly at the other,
As they consent in holy matrimony,
And for them their love for each other is all that matters;
For dreamy-eyed Mother, the change is all that matters.

Tears fall down John’s cheeks,
Now of happiness,
As another angel prances into his life,
Lovely baby Sarah, with her petite baby face,
Pampered and adored, she takes over his life, and rules over it,
‘Cause for her, Pa is all that matters,
And for the rejuvenated John, his little angel is all that matters.

Another bump slows down life,
As Mother walks off to be with revered Father,
Her absence leaving behind a black hole,
The sudden loss of mother’s love, her grandmotherly care and her continuous warmth,
For the three of them, that’s all that matters.

The clocks races forward,
And taking life with it in tow,
Business has prospered and Sarah has grown,
Jane now colors her hair, and John sits at home,
Golf here and newspapers there,
He remembers his life,
For him, the smiles he has collected and given to others is all that matters.

Viewing a documentary, alone at home,
John drinks his daily dose of beer,
Munching on a packet of chips,
He dozes off, a mile-long smile on his face,
Never to wake up again, nor to see the grief on the faces,
For them, his departure and their blurred future is all that matters,
But for him, there is now nothing which matters.

This post is written as a part of ‘All that Matters‘ contest at in association with INK Live 2013.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

A Trip- As I Want It To Be

Haze in the distance,
Yet a lot more to see,
This would be a moment I had wished to experience once,
Just Nature, my friends and me.

A gloomy morning it all occurred on,
With Jahid banging on the door,
My sleep was away and gone,
And I rose with my back all sore.

Then there came Sneha,
With the whole group,
All ready and set to pull me away,
To break me from the daily office loop.

With the screech of rubber on the sidewalk,
The Fortuner left its stationary stand,
Flying into the rain and the wind,
Accompanied by the smell of Ambipur and the wet sand.

Towards Bhandardhara we raced,
The beautiful creation of nature,
With nothing to stop us,
Except an unanticipated puncture.

There dies the rhythm of the composition,
As I wait, watch and listen,
At the grey clouds enveloping the sky,
And what leaves my mouth is the startled cry of “Oh my”.

Back on the move,
We gorge on vada-pavs, and while drinking steaming cups of tea,
I hold Sneha close, as though it’s just her and me.

The concrete falls apart,
Now replaced by mud,
You are near your destination,
Shout the flowers and their small buds.

The vehicle comes to a halt,
The journey half done,
We traipse out of the car, and towards the steady trickling
of water, We all run.

Pushing and shoving, loving and cajoling,
We play in the dropping dripping water,
Pushed by its force, it lathers our backs,
With hard painful smacks.

There it is all around me,
Friends, otherwise and of nature,
Which is all I wished to see,
Far from the work,
This is the journey,
I had wanted it to be.

The clouds, the rain,
The water beating on my back, and the welcome pain,
The grass, the trees,
Now dancing, busy like buzzing bees.
Friendship and love,
It overflowed in the grove,
Never to be lost, it was always there to be.

A remarkable trip it was, never to be forgotten,
Always in memory, it would be something which would never be lost.

This is what my dream trip would be,
Something I have to wait for, till my license comes to me,
There are the friends, waiting expectantly for me,
And the gorgeous gift of nature, scenic, beautiful and picturesque.

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