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!!!!!!