Poems & Short Stories

Dear Readers, This is a post in connection to my Hug therapy for one week. Guess what, it really worked so well that each day brought a lot of surprises and reasons to smile and recall. Each day had its own melody that embraced me. I : “Hey you know what.  I have thought about doing a therapy”, said with enthusiasm in my voice. He : “Oh, What is it? “, asked with eagerness while he was tying his shoe lace. I : “This is called Hug therapy. I am going to give virtual hugs to my friends and loved ones. The moment they see my hug, it will give a chance to smile in midst of their busy lives. It will bring a smile to their face”, replied with twinkle in my eyes. He :  “Wow, so why not start with me?” said carrying his office bag. He was about to leave for work. Hearing that, I hugged him at that very instant and wished him goodbye. He smiled and waved his hand. I thought how a hug does wonders and brings happiness to one’s lives. I smiled and lifted m...

“Show me the garden, I shall tell you what you are” – Alfred Austin At the very instant, you may think the statement to be eccentric but if you notice deeply you will know the intricate meaning.  You may pass a comment saying how one can know about one’s nature by looking at one’s garden. It may sound way too remote from reality. I would like to give you some insights of your nature in relation to mother- nature. The above statement of Alfred Austin shows how Austin deeply regarded the garden. It shows his immense love for the plants and the fragrance spreading colourful flowers. He has studied the nature of plants and depicted us the theory behind it through his words.  Gardening is not only harvesting a crop, reaping a field, sowing seeds, tending plants, watering those which will turn out to be beautiful flowers but also putting our hands in dirt while the mercury boils, scattering the seeds with our hands in the soil, putting essential fertilizers for the c...

Is it necessary to follow detachment? Can one maintain a safe distance with one you love? That day, my neighbour came to my place. Twice in a week, we follow a ritual to drink tea over a nice conversation. We were discussing lot of social issues, festival scenarios, and family issues.  Hailing from Kerala and brought up with seven siblings, one could not be totally isolated from each other’s life. This is what everyone could gather but she asked me to maintain a safe distance from everyone including my spouse. She told me that we should not be totally dependent on anyone. Our love should be limited and should not exceed a particular line. After talking with her for an hour, we both went back to our work. Next day The time came when my plants invited to their heaven or was it my heaven. I love being with them. Let me save this for my next blogpost. When I was watering them, I gave a thought on my neighbour’s words. Though I listened to her with great p...

I have always attached Diwali festival with lots of crackers, Diyas and auspicious pooja and mouth watering sweets. It is a perfect atmosphere for the loved ones, family and   friends to catch up and light the crackers or immerse themselves in lively chatter or sumptuous sweets. But today all of a sudden I wonder what has happened to the charm that Diwali came up with. Gone are the days that I used to wake up by the noise of laxmi bombs or heavy crackers. I waited for the clock to tick 12 so that I will hear some noise. But my wait was futile. It was pitch dark in my society. The lights that they put up on the main assembly hall for the festival was also switched off. I went to sleep after wishing my parents and husband.  Next comes the Phones. Long back, I used to count number of calls that brightened our morning on the Diwali day. It used to be a marathon as if people were standing in the line to wish us for the auspicious day. Now people have migrated to vi...

I gave you comfort When you were lonely I quenched your thirst When you were thirsty Be it books, be it friends Or be it conversations To you, I was the central attraction Dreamy days passed, sleepless nights faced I was there with you in each and every low phase You used to hold me like your own baby At times, I came first in comparison to your hubby Conspiracy you planned, secrets you whispered I listened to it and never did I share You wrote poems and prose I stood by your side, the evening when the sun had set and the morning when the sun rose Always have kept you on your feet My taste matched yours and you have always danced with me for every single beat The scent of me you inhaled That gave you enough spirit whenever you tried and fail Sometimes black, sometimes bitter, sometimes sugary or sometimes with more milk Every time you poured, I kept silent and never did I sulk Jokes that you cracked with your pals, I often gave a smirk and ...

That white beauty shines on us But we couldn’t stop smiling and we give a sigh thus Seeing it wrapped in white satin with a snowy muslin Delightful pleasure we are in Bigger and bigger each night its spark grows Within it are our little finery and big hopes Things we possess and things we aspire Grows small when we take a look at it and admire Bliss you were, bliss you will be, you look like a white silk We bow to you, our prayers we offer to you and never would we sulk I neither know the night nor does the day complete without you You offer rest to the scorching sun, the lovers seek ecstasy by walking with you Thy comfort thou give, your name Bonnie and I give that to you My world, my life, my pretty view, let all surround you.   

She hid and saw him Wherever he went But never could she say of what she felt All her dreams were on him He was her future that she was searching His smile made her smile His sadness made her shed tears But it was a pain that she had to bear..... Her heart loved him to the core.. But she couldn't ask for more.. For never could she say What he was to her After all,she was his SURROGATE MOTHER!!!!!!

“Marriage is not a noun. Its a verb. Its not something you get. Its something you do. Its the    way you love each other every day.” – Anonymous. 1.        Togetherness is the heart and soul. : Whatever chores you carry out, do it with your spouse. This makes your relationship grow stronger and stronger. When you clean the house, do it together. When you lay the bed, join hands. When you clean the kitchen table, share it with your spouse. Go out together for grocery and household shopping. This may not be possible for them whose partner is staying abroad. I would like emphasize on the point that sharing the work with each other reduces the load on one person and at the same time gives pleasure to work in a team. The work gets over quickly and both of you will feel rejuvenated. It also gives an opportunity to learn how the other person is handling the job effectively. 2.        Communication: Speak out. ...

                Tears have its own story. Scientifically, it is the liquid which lubricates the eyes as well as clean the eyes. But does it stop there? No, every tear has a reason behind it. Some are sad, some are happy and some are those that we cannot draw any inference to it. Some are baseless.                 It’s good to shed few tears at periodic intervals. Our heart becomes light and we feel rejuvenated. That sounds perfect but what happens when tears stop at the corner of the eyes but doesn’t fall. It becomes heavier than what your heart would be without shedding tears.                That was what happened to Shanaya. Shanaya neither cried nor she could stop her tear from coming and standing in the tip of her eyes. The love of her life was travelling abroad. Despite being good friends and awesome buddies, she did no...

That  shine in her eyes, that magnetic charm on his face spoke volumes. But all was mystery to Naina. She wanted to know more about them. What was the story behind their romance? What made them apart? What made them die? She wanted to know more and more. “Naina, Please get up beta. Why are you sleeping till 10.a.m. Don’t you have school?”, called out Naina’s mother from kitchen room. Naina was alarmed hearing her voice. Why this mysterious dream keeps on coming and bugging her. Why does it make her curious to know what her dream was all about? She liked to sleep more and more just to know the details of her dream. But it was a futile exercise. The dream started and ended with the same scenes and did not divulge more details. Naina washed her face and brushed her teeth and started her day with confused look. She was late for her school. She couldn’t concentrate on the subject but wonder about her dream. The bell rang. When she came outside the classroom, she heard two ...

“Fix these minor glitches, and we are ready to roll !”, said Mr. Khurana with an emphatic smile and patted Ravi on his back, upon reviewing the new and the most unconventional prototype for the exhaust heat conservator. “Thank you Sir. I’ll be back with the corrections by the end of the day”, said Ravi and went back to the workshop to his team and his tools. This was a significant step, and yet another feather in the cap of achievements, for Ravi Malhotra, mechanical engineer by qualification, and intern and a prospective full time employee, at Khurana Furnace Works. Ravi was not so much the top ranked in his class, but he was the best innovator in his batch at BITS, Pilani. That’s what caught Mr. Khurana’s eye when he went there to recruit interns for his factory. Khurana had put down one of the actual problems from his furnace as a case study for the candidates. Ravi had barely made the cut-off and was among the last few to have submitted his case study for review. The ...

It was Ten A.M. Standing in the bus line, she was reading a set of financial papers. “Madam, Could you please go inside the bus?”,  Shouted a fellow who stood behind her. Hurriedly, dumping her papers inside the Gucci Handpurse, She ventured inside and stood quietly. It was a bright sunny day of October in Mumbai. People were facing a tough time with the heat that transition period offered. And Lathika had to face another Interview.  Today was just like any other day for her. Since last eight months, she was just prepping herself for the group discussion, personal interviews, series of interview rounds which followed, telephonic rounds, aptitude tests etc. Every odd interview she went, she thought she will make it anyhow. She pulled all the stops to succeed the interview but the truth is she did not. She had to make two hours of travelling to and fro to attend the interview sometimes. All she wanted to try and try to get in somehow. Hello, please take me throug...

A couple from South India migrated to US as the boy was undergoing an Offshore assignment. Recently shifted , they were very happy with the country and were marvelled with everything that the country was offering. She was Swati and He was Sharad. Swati: Hey baby, Whats up? Sharad: Hi, What you doing honey? I have  a meeting at 6 so finishing up the tasks on hand. Swati: When you will be done with it? I want to go somewhere. Sharad: It will take 40 mins. Will come home and then we can head to that place. Swati: Okay cool. 7.00 p.m. Swati: I want to go and check out channel. They are offering new bags and accessories. Sharad: What? Which channel is that? Swati: I have the address and details. Lets go. It will not take much time from here. Its very near. Sharad unwillingly accepted his wife’s request and started to drive. Swati: Yes, Yes, Please stop. Here it is. Sharad: Watching that, he was awestruck. And there it was CHANEL. A...

We were waiting for the morning shower, We were feeling the warm touch of yours, Leaving the dead ones wither Embraced with your sweet whisper We were drenched, So were our thirst quenched By your side, we reached the peak of freshness, And so was brimmed with happiness Like a heaven’s light, you were shining on us, Our hearts sang and danced and thus Lively and chirpily, You enhanced our beauty.

दिल के मेहफील में आकर तुमने अपनी दसतक दी । हमारी आंगन में तुम अाने कि आहट सुनि । वकत ने लिया हमारा ईमतिहान । गुजरे हुए पल ने लिखी नई दासतान । बादल के अंदेर में छुपी हुई जिंदगी ने बढाया हमारा तापमान । वरशा आई आैर साथ लाई तूफान । धडकन हुई तेज और दूर पाया तुम को । रोक न पाई अ1सुन, लाख संभाला दिल को । यही हे मोहभत । आ न पाया ईसके बिच कोई भी ताकत । जीता हमने तुमे, तुम ही हो मेरा कल । शायद सच ही कहा किसी ने, परतिकषा करो मीठा होगा फल़ Forgive me for some words as my font does not support some hindi matras. Its pratiksha and vaqt for your kind attention. Thanks for being polite.

Standing near the garden, she heard someone call out her name twice She came to her senses and saw her child sigh Little layers of dust surrounded the porch She thought it was none other than her man’s shoes Searching, looking for him she ran and stood near the window Seeing empty porch, she hid her face under the pillow Streams of tears danced on her cheeks, slowly wiped her child with her tiny fingers Rains lashed the city with her muddy stench, But she cannot forget those 5 years and what happened that day at her garden’s bench He  was holding a diamond ring with bouquet of roses Ready to propose her, and they took snaps with many poses All was a dream which gave her an ache and rosy memories But her child was the only purpose which would erase her agonies Slowly she pulled her face up to see her life Hugging her with full of joy she smiled and was determined to live her life

The key to everything is patience. You get the chicken by hatching the egg, not by smashing it open.   Arnold Glasgow, American humorist. Patience. Taking it slow. In today’s life, one has totally forgotten these things.  Many of us struggle with impatience. At times, even I do. But this leads to many lifestyle diseases which is taking rounds in the city.  One should know that getting impatient would not solve any problem; instead it deteriorates one’s health. It raises our stress level, causes physical harm to our bodies and further damage relationships. It’s very difficult to concentrate on one thing at a time or focus vanishes when we become impatient. A disturbed mind leads to impatient actions. More importantly stress leads to impatience which further leads to stress. Like a circle, it never stops and there is no end point. At the length, it takes us to the dangerous zone. What we don’t know is impatience slows down the process and leads to constant worry. I...