Poems & Short Stories

Taking along with her the love of him, she slept . In dreams all she could see was him handsomely dressed. Her pain flew away, so were her stress Singing aloud with the waves of the ocean, she could see the stream and the water so deep Walking hand in hand, he caught her when the rocks made her slip, Fragrance of mother earth filled them with intense love The nature was in the best form like poetry So were them, caught in synergy of nature and melody

She: She was coming from work. While coming she sang the lines of 3 Idiots and suddenly made subtle changes in the original lyrics. "God gave me some sunshine. God gave me some rain, God gave me another chance, I want to grow up with you once again." He: After listening he told his usual lines.... Waste, Scope hi nahi hai.She started laughing at that very instant. She: She thought and got the hidden meaning of those said lines.What he meant was Waste which means her life would be  a waste without him. Scope hi nahi hai - There is no scope of happiness without him. Which was absolutely evident and true. No second thoughts.

It was 7.30 a.m. Flight for LA got delayed by 6 hours. Passengers boarding the same flight were in complete mess. Lot of hustle bustle was happening at the airport.  The sudden change in the weather caused the delay. Nearly 3 hours to go for flight to arrive, People were busy reading newspapers, working in laptops, chitchatting, having drinks in café lounge. Suddenly a voice of Airport authority came out from the intercom. Are there any doctors? Lady has collapsed all of a sudden and she is gasping for breath. The voice appeared for 7 th time. Then, she was alarmed. She was fast asleep after a daylong medical conference in New Jersey. She gained her equilibrium and whispered “Yes I Am.” She ran to get hold of the authority. Personnel checked her name. She showed her Identity card.  Tisha Cameron from New Jersey. Medical school graduate. Affinity towards Cardio. Joining a metropolitan hospital named Heavens Shadow in LA.  She studied the lady carefull

He: Dont be a candle in my life. I dont want to be enlightened by melting you. She: I would be a moon light which would bring light when your are in dark. She: Dont be my heart as it would also leave me someday. He: I am your soul

Guitarist He was, His happiness gave a pause Treated many of them, but couldnt cure himself Salute to Neuro surgeon He is Tim Jordan.

Surely a smile increases face value - Welcome Radhika Tiny pearls with sweetest smile Her face seemed happy but it happened to be a lie Faced enough when she was a tot Gave her life to what she was taught World of blood, chemicals and saviours She is a true cheerful warrior People call her happy go lucky or laughing puppy Her name says Radhika Shashi

Here Comes Chris.................................. Tall and brilliant he is, Greenery was his childhood A sudden fire though it feigned beauty hit his manhood He tried, surrendered and failed Although his train of love was long derailed Lived his life with upright morals Gave himself to world of god’s models Trusted his instincts and he was true No one other than Chris Andrew

Welcome Tisha .......................... Like rivulets were her tears, Hanging out with it for many years She wanted to run away And came miles away Enough to find her sadness With the new form, new attire Ghoulish, murky and ominous But taking the step with it, Came to the world of dreadful scissors and medicine kit, Ready to take on, She is Tisha Cameron 

Prem manje devala padlela swapn Prem manje athishay anmol ratn Prem maje ayushyabar ekmekancha saath Prem manje sukh dukhachya kshanni ekmekancha haath Prem manje adhar jeevanacha Prem manje aatma ayushayacha Prem haa nisargathil sundar roop Prem manje sakshat tujya roop Translation for my kind friends: Love is gods own dream Love is precious stone Love is togetherness for lifetime Love is sharing of joys and sorrows Love is life's support or reason Love is life's soul Love is beauty of universe Love is form of you Indeed, Love is not difficult to understand!!

G row old with me, The best is yet to be ........................Robert Browning. Does soul mate exists only in fairytales?  I have known people who argue that soul mates concept don’t exist in real world. On the contrary, I have seen people, who are just made for each other, have been a live example of the same. I would want to throw a light on this subject and know what you feel on the same. Who is a true soul mate? By reading this question, everyone would be thinking it must be or should be one’s husband or one’s wife/spouse. I would want you to think more deeply on the same. Does your wife really qualify to be your soul mate? And yo wife, what do you think? Does the person with whom you are sharing your life really pass the test of soul mate? Here if the answer is yes, then I would be happiest. Let me tell you, A friend can be a soul mate. A spouse can be your soulmate. Your mother, father, brother and sister, your teacher, mentor too can be your soul

Meet Tisha, Chris, Tim and Radhika, Four medical school passouts started their stint at Heaven's Shadow hospital. Each one has specialized in one particular area and aspire to become renowned surgeon while battling with their personal issues. Tisha's mother struggling with bone cancer. Chris suffering with bad marriage. Tim becomes victim of deadly disease. Happy go lucky girl Radhika traumatized and lives with bad childhood. Heavens Shadow gave them everything and more than anything, each of them finds solace in each others shadow. Would they overcome their crisis? Check out the tale of these medical students who wants to live the life of an ordinary person but complications encircles them. Episode 1 soon....

Coup over cafe Crazy moments to share Intense gaze with soft music Laughter, songs, Rest of the world who cares Nostalgic times and sweet memories Honey, muffins, doughnuts and cookies That comes in a package with a great company.......

Thank you............this are the two words which means so much to a person. This are the words for which one longes to hear. Our conventional wisdom says more you give less we have. However, it is the other way round. More we give more we acquire, more we get and there would be plenty in our hand. You may ask how can it be possible. You may try this in your life. The happiness that you get when you give something to someone is tremendous. Likewise when we say thanks or hear thanks, it means so much. When we visit to the temple, we always have lot of applications in our mind for god to fulfill. We put forward those applications in front of him. It would be for exam, for health, for prosperity, for wealth, for marriage, for children. The list is never ending. In that process, we forget to thank god for what we have, for what we are, and for the strength that god has offered us to face the challenges world throws to us. Stand in front of god and say thanks. Express your gratitude

Then it rained again That earth stench ,  seamless water pouring She was standing near the river All she could think of him, she started dreaming He was standing beside her and they were watching the rainbows Thunder lightning came in a row And she was shaken The dream was broken Slowly she turned back to head towards her place In front of her, he stood like a cold blaze Containing the excitement was no chance She smiled, sang aloud and started to dance........

Walking in the meadows Hand in hand Like a pearl droplets the water in her hair swings and dances in the air from behind, he wraps his arms around her and presses her softness tight and fair She smiled as it was like dreaming in heavens arm Music and rhythm , deep and calm Connecting souls with rising desires The passion  you have which ignites the fire A place so special in her heart she has for him Like a cold breeze blowing is so much fun.....

Let go ...these 2 words which you would hear now and then after every not so satisfying or pain giving circumstance happens. You may ask why? Someone said moving on is not rocket science..if only that person lived those moments fully. Involved himself completely. Experienced ecstatic joy. Moving on is the stage which will show how much one has gotten into that stuff. You will know your true love for something at that time. Moving on is difficult i perfectly agree but not an impossible one. If you really have the will do it there is a way. There is a solution to deal with the stress that moving on offers you. To move on doesnt mean moving on from a relationship. It can be from a pain after losing loved one in this earth. It can be from a failure in the exam. It can be from any sad rather not so pleasant experience. Time is a strange phenomenon. It heals you competely and after some period of time you may even laugh thinking about your past. Your past is your learning. Your future is re

Can a name be an Adjective? Well certainly YES. She said. His name qualifies. He: Describe me. She: I cannot describe you as you are beyond all the adjectives that i can attribute. If i say you are like handsome, smart, Intelligent, Hot, Good- natured etc. I place all the adjectives above you. I dont want to do that. You cannot be compared with all these qualities as you are very well above everything. Your position is numero uno for me. You cannot be like anyone or anything. You are what you are. You are a different variety. You have the quality that no other quality has in it. Your levels are so different that no other adjective can match or be par with. He: Is it? ( He laughs with amazement) She: Not a second thought. I would say that your name should be enlisted in Adjective list. Your name should be an adjective. (She gives a satisfying smile) He: Then what would be the meaning.(wonders) She: The meaning should be all the qualities put together. One u

Well, why am I writing? why are you reading? there are so many why’s that come to our mind  and  we cannot stop pondering over the question again and again.  Due to sweet request by my brother, I am trying to fill this piece with my own thoughts. Everyone comes into this world for some reason. everyone gets this 4 letter word (LIFE) – and for what?? Does one has the satisfying reason to experience this word? I would say NO. By saying this I mean a concrete and substantial answer is nowhere in existence. One may say that they would like to sacrifice their life for the poor or one wants to be an eminent person in their own field and enjoy their life full of happiness. But WHY?? One may study well and get into a lucrative job and land in a very high position but why is he doing this to himself. what is he getting out of it? what is the actual meaning? everything seems so mechanical. Why we need happiness? why we need fame? why we need knowledge? Why we need mone

Like a Baby's innocuous smile, Like a soft touch of first drizzle, Like a daisies fragrance, Like a Mozart's great symphony, Like a moon's face in the river, Like a peacock's feather, Like a shining pearl, Like a underwater beauty, Like a morning fog, Was my first kiss tender and divine enough to experience bliss to come closer to him I overcame my whim, Baby, you are close to me I salute to thee 

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 near he

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 months. Vindhya and Ameesh were a

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 family,

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 am b