Poems & Short Stories

Chennai Airport – 6.30 pm. It was busy time of the day and the Airport looked lively as usual. Large number of people with the baggage in tow, some were standing in the ticket counter line, some proceeding towards different numbered gates. Children were running here and there. Neatly dressed women and men answering the queries of the passengers, issuing the board passes. There she stood. Sia, waiting for her best friend Saatvik. She was wearing a maroon coloured silk sari with Platinum necklace and earrings. She was looking very beautiful like a newlywed bride. Her flight was on time and as usual Saatvik was late. She quickly checked her mobile if she had got any miss calls. Her husband Shiva who works in an IT MNC had called her thrice. Sia called him and told him that she has reached safely and she is surely going to miss him in the ceremony. It was only a year for her marriage but it was like that they both knew each other from long time. He did not accompany her to Che...

First love , those long waits, This city has got its own trait, Never the people gets tired In fraction of second, large dreadful bombs get fired Dance bars and night life Twinkling cars and bravery thrive locals so crowded, never on time Still, Spirits of people always shine Roads see saw in monsoon Paupers become rich so soon Smoky and foggy in the morning, busy streets with magic spells around Click the scene and frame it, picture so perfect and sound Come to Mumbai dear Shed no tears, please cheer

There is no pain, I threw it out of the window, I have lost everything I trust myself as I walk alone in the meadow I cried out, to my lord show me the path Never did I thought this will be the case My hope that everything will fall in place tightly gripped me and I tried to forget the past nobody can let me down at any cost Started a journey with a clean slate beautiful things I want to collect, know to enjoy and not hate I am reborn and this is my new life I want to live, I want to laugh, I want to fall in love and not just survive

Vindhya was sipping hot cup of coffee on her desk. She was reading a quarterly report of her company. As she finished, she glanced at the debt market desk opposite to her. She cannot see him. She was yearning and longing for his eyes, innocuous smile and seductive charm. She was searching for those eyes since one week. It had been a long wait though. Vindhya was an introvert, shy, pretty young lady. She dressed up in a traditional style with Kurti and salwar with nicely braided long hair. She had a finance masters in hand and was working as an Analyst in a financial services firm. Her co workers liked her not only because of the way she looked but also the way she spoke, behaved and her whole nature. She was a quick learner and efficient at work. Ameesh was a Debt market dealer in the same company. He was a reserved person and never mixed with people around. He had a fixed set of 3-4 friends whom he used to hang out with. It had been six mont...

26 th December. One day after Christmas. Weather was chilly yet balmy. This time I should be hanging out with my friends and shopping for New Year. But, I stood behind the bars and was waiting for someone who could bail me out of this situation. I was arrested for my best friend Navya’s murder. I couldn’t imagine that I lost my dearest one but why am I accused and deemed as culprit. All of a sudden, the thoughts of 25 th December‘s evening flashed at me. 24 th   December. People were busy in the streets for Christmas shopping. Children enjoying their holidays were busy in the decoration of the Christmas tree and waiting for the Santa Claus to appear and offer them basket full of presents. Whole city had a festive air. Navya and I were very close friends right from school days. We used to hang out together and spend our spare time doing painting, singing and dancing. Navya was shrewd, good mannered, down to earth young lady. Although she was from a wealthy fam...

You were my passion and love I thought in your heart, I had a stake Your pride, I dont know how bit me like a poisonous snake You fought with me, tried to cheat me, and never could I escape from all this riot band Like an arrow, your rudeness hit me you will never know how you treated me I cried, oh I cried, that whole evening I tried but hardly could I understand the meaning I wandered lonely in the road she came alone and there was no crowd There was a verse though it was terse hearing those, I was torn into pieces Curse it was and I took the name of jesus I couldnt touch the paradise and never I could rise I screamed, I dont need you There may be people for you Died my passion all the way as your emotions never did sway ( This post is part of Write up cafe contest - 10 words to the poetry and short stories)

How can I live without you? I have my soul stirring for you. My breathe trusts you. The every sip of you I take, I gain my years. One fine day, the heat waves hit me. When the body sweat gave me shiver down my spine and tinkled me, I could just remember you. I smiled, enjoyed and felt you. When there is heavy pours and when I drench in it, you come in my mind. It is like you are there everywhere. I can feel it.   When I feel like biting you, you almost melt on me and I end up drinking you. When I paint some picture, you come to my mind. Suddenly, my hands urge to dip in you, touch you and brush you everywhere. Tsunami brings back to the memories of your anger. When you are in that state, you drink me. That sinking feeling is special. When I am on a shower, you come and hug me tightly. My heart races up. I get the feeling that you have almost reached me. I could see that as you touch me, you take the roads untraveled and reach almost everywhere. I ...

June 2012 Ruby Hills in Vashi was very beautiful at night. People taking long walks in the garden, Children running around and cycling in the playground, Swimming pool with fresh water, foliages and greenery everywhere with different colors of flowers was a great sight to watch. Anushree parked the car near her building in Ruby hills. She came early that day after her lectures. She rang the door bell. Jennie opened the door. She was hugged by 5 year old boy. It was Mushraan. Jennie looked after him in Anushree’s absence. Few Years Back. June 2005 On that day, Anushree thought a lot about getting back to Aditya as his love for her was more than anything she wanted. But having said that, she couldn’t forget the way she was thrown when she was carrying his own baby. He acted very selfish and he is still a selfish man. She had an exciting offer. She could have easily accepted the coveted role and could have enriched her job. But more than that, a cute little love...