Poems & Short Stories

That ink pen she touched ran like a marathon It leaked its blue hues just like her tears did I wrote a satire, a comedy play She read, laughed and went, nothing did she say That was my last and final laugh For she did not pass my way

It was a sultry night and moon had done its role in shining and showering hues of romance on the earth. Divya whispered sweet nothings in his ears and smiled. Her long hair fell on her bare back and she looked extremely sensuous. The nude lips and innocuous smile made her lover want her more. He winked at her and got up at once to leave. She tried to stop him but he would just not listen. At last he left her in the dark room. Just the moon beaming at her. Her eyes were moist and tears glowed like pearls. Though the city was dark, the moon spread its blanket of shine and it fell on her bare back. She smiled. She had a lovely and a loyal companion, the moon, in her lonely nights. What were in those eyes? One could not tell. Divya got up from her bed and sat near the balcony. The quaint fashioned room did look beautiful. She hurriedly wrote a letter to her friend Sheema. Tears rolled down her cheeks when she wrote each and every word. Only her friend could take her out of this m...

We always feel that how did we get our name. What was the thought in our parents' mind that stirred them to name us with a specific name. When I sat with my friends, we raised a topic of names. Lot goes in to name someone, isnt it? Some are named after flower, some, after their grandmother or grandfather, some after victory, some after favourite goddess and so on. When everybody was telling the tales of their own life and how they ended up with that particular name, I was pretty amazed to tell mine too. French fries and Ice tea spiced with mint were there to make all of them listen with complete eagerness to my story. As I love telling tales laced with fictional themes, I am pretty sure that people will not go bored by listening to me. So here I am with my very own story Story begins The day was bright and happy. It was the month of October. Usually Chennai is known for its scorching sun and intense heat, Reema and Mahesh felt that it would rain any minute. Reema was happy...

Peace was when she raised a storm every night Peace was when she argued incessantly over any subject Peace was when she broke two to three glass bowls a day Peace was when she gave a killing treatment by remaining silent Peace was when she fought with me Peace was when her blood boiled due to me Peace was when she never kept our house in order Now my peace is disturbed As she lay there with her eyes closed As she remained silent now As the house was in order with things all in its place As the blow of the wind was calm As her body fell leaving only smoke As my heart felt a crack seeping in As my soul left with her And my peace is disturbed She was the only piece which fitted in the jigsaw puzzle of my heart And she was gone forever And looked back never