August 28, 2015


The table is set for their first rendezvous as today he shall have breakfast with them.

Sunny and bright is an auspicious omen, unlike the cloudy dim sky that stayed until last evening when he finally agreed to meet her parents.

She appears calm for her heart is leaping, dancing, cheering for having finally reached this point where her baby would not be born outside a wedlock.

The table lay set until the noon, the phone she tried stayed out of reach bringing her gloom.

The hands of the clock left her hand to move ahead while she stayed stuck to the day until her end, the day when he had to come.

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August 25, 2015


 “Where are you taking me?” Riddhi asked annoyed with him for having forgotten to wish her, leave alone give the gift she had desired for on their first anniversary, an early morning breakfast with him and the sunrise in the background as the new resort in their city claimed.

“Endurance my dear is the best companion at the moment,” Atul replied with a kidding note in his voice.

“Hope he has no despicable ideas,” she recollected the news about the suicide by a young, much in love couple. In addition, she remembered him talking about bringing some Project to its conclusion. “Was it she?”

August 22, 2015


Colourful specks fill my life
I chose a few
Kept them aside
Attempting to preserve
Bottled them up
I forgot about them
After a while.

One day I opened my safe
There lay my treasure
Hidden in the dark
While I was, busy
To unravel the future
Left behind
- My forgotten spark.


August 21, 2015

You See it's Time to Switch to 4G

The other day we planned a party for one of our dear friends. We planned everything from the cake, card, gifts, and the place we were to meet. A perfect plan except that we did not book a place and as it was a ‘Friday’ people literally flooded every restaurant.

Undeterred by the negative start the not so young brains coupled and found a solution. One of us picked the phone and called up a few places on the highway and within half an hour had the tables booked for the tribe. Yes, we are a tribe as we are as distinct from the general lot as the fingers on a hand. Just then, the youngest of our group (the birthday girl) entered zipping through on her scooty and as we began to boast about our impromptu plan, something in the smile told us another story.

August 18, 2015

Never Too Late

    What the mind whispered into scared souls, their heart refused to consider for the seeds were sown early when the parents compensated their time with gifts and gadgets.

    Nevertheless, it is never too late to teach compassion and love for fellow beings.

August 12, 2015


No longer
I wish to erase
Broken dreams
Ugly truths.

Realization has dawned
No longer I let
The sweetness
Take my advantage
Play con!

August 11, 2015

Mind that Lipstick

He entered the room in haste without even glancing at the people around.

Walking swiftly, he wandered from one room to another; those who knew him continued with their tasks however the people who had no idea about him looked at this tall and lanky fellow with skepticism.

August 9, 2015

Being There

I can’t get the image out of my head
Your smiling face
Bright lit eyes
without effort
the way you

Small gestures that say
You Care
Pat on the back
That confides
If ever in distress
I will find you there.

courtesy -

August 6, 2015

Oh, Moon

PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods
courtesy - PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods
Oh, moon! 
I know 
You are not 
Addicted to loneliness 

Be defiant 
For once 
Let the power 
Of closeness 
Scrap through your filth 

Lay bare 
Your reservations 
Next time you meet the stars

August 3, 2015

Deciphering Depths

flying soul
Deep inside the soul
Buried under existence
Lives a raw 'She'
Wanting to spread wings
Ready to shed the cloak
Giving air to her wounds
Befriending breeze
free spirited 'She'.

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August 2, 2015

Sore Reminiscences

I noticed an old man 

Sitting on a park bench

Sobbing his heart out

The silent sobs

Leaving a trail

Behind the tears

Pricked my heart aloud.

I stopped a passerby

‘Mister’, one query –

‘Why does this old man cry?’

‘Ahh! A sad story’

He replied.

August 1, 2015

Unforgiving Past

She was back to the old house after twenty years. Although the world outside had changed drastically within the fences only the colors were lost otherwise the house still owned that haunted effect.

As she retraced the avenue she used to walk as a little girl her, she could feel the reverberation of her heart. Although it was dark inside she could perceive the blue sofa at the corner of that house exactly as the diary had described it.