Poems & Short Stories

It is a touch of wind. does not change  with trend It is a musical rhythm which  is lovers anthem It is flowers smell Also a magical spell It is Romeo's sacrifice It is Darcy's prejudice takes many forms got no any  standard norm dwells  in slums, and in elite comes  without any  formal invite Love is hormonal imbalance requires perpetual  surveillance It is YOU, It is ME It is truly a language of almighty!!!!

Question pondered in my mind Though it is one of a kind What is good and what is bad? If I get an answer, I will be glad Doing good deeds, making others happy Abiding to laws, following values of family But who are we to decide about it By harming others, you will dig your own pit Then I realized, It’s a relative concept It may seem abrupt Life is a journey of all seasons Live your life and don’t live in prison Do your task, get the returns Wait in patience till comes your turn Consume liquor, Consume Alcohol There is no specific protocol Still it makes me wonder, What is good and what is bad? If I get an answer, I will be glad!!!

The thread ceremony went off well. Saatvik and Sia went out for dinner along with Sonakshi and Ashwath. It was a great night for all of them. Food was amazing, the laughs, the conversations, the quality time spent with each other made the night worthwhile. Jet airways – 7.00 p.m. Sia carried huge suitcases and was leaving for Mumbai. After Saatvik left Sia, she was literally on tears. Wishing goodbye was always painful for both of them. She got the comfortable seat near a girl named Nora. They exchanged pleasantries. Sia and Nora talked about their careers. Sia being an interior designer gave lot of tips and suggested some designs for her new house. Nora was doing Masters in Psychology in Bangalore. She came to Chennai for an assignment and now leaving to meet her grandparents in Mumbai.  She was hardly twenty and three but was worldly wise. After speaking for some time, Sia was lost in her thoughts. All she could see was Saatvik. How he used to come and wait for her nea...