Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Unjust Love

The naked desires lie forgotten,
all week long, waiting and longing,
for his glance , his touch, one chance;
the kisses that breathe fire into me,
whispers that flow from his lips,
his prayers, or mine, or fears entwined;
the dreams that we revive every night,
which never stand a chance in day,
the world so heavy, the hearts so weak;
the promises we remember from the past,
and wishes we never thought we had,
the love , the longing , the lust , all unjust ?

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Her Pain

The pain was just the beginning,
not the ultimatum she had imagined;
flowing effortlessly around heart,
in and out of the coiled interiors,
her gut,she sighed as she said it aloud;
the pain, like a lover, consumed her
and spit out her loud screams -
the ones she had no control on,
the very kind, she dreaded all times;
the screams , the clenched fists,
the eyes tightly shut, the trembling limbs,
and suddenly it was all gone,
except the throbbing pain -
a dull reminder of the destruction
her lanky master could wreck on her -
the power he held , the terror he served,
the memories she had kept alive,
long after his time was done.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013


blank ,
speechless ..
these were just
until his words
tumbled in my heart,
breaking the ties
I so cherished;
the molten lava
turning me into
a pool of tears


Prompted @ OSI , Open Link Night

Friday, April 12, 2013


whispers of care
exchanged with loud words of fun,
two generations talk.

This is dedicated to the time spent with mother this week , the love I come for every fortnight and the cares I cherish every day I am away from home.

Linked to Haiku my Heart

Monday, April 1, 2013

Adventure : Head or heart ?

she got it wrong,
the free bird reminded her-
money never goes high.

Sheela sat at her desk , looking out of the window. She could see the sun set in far horizon and the birds return home. she wished she could return home too. Then very slowly , she turned to look at the laptop screen where the Outlook showed a whole lot of emails awaiting her reply. She knew it would be another long day. Or night, she laughed to herself , hearing the office go silent.

If only she had listened to her heart to go on that adventure with him. That unplanned vacation he had so excitedly asked her to take with him. The trip he finally went alone and both of them missed each other so much. Just then, he called her and she made a mental note to join him over weekend, wherever he was and not to return for another week.

The pending work did not make her sad anymore.
She was finally let her heart win over her head.
And she felt lot better after a long time.
Inspired by the theme at

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

ek din ( hindi poem)

(scroll down for english translation)

एक बार बोला होता याद आई थी मेरी ,
एक बार आरज़ू होती करीब आने की ,
एक बार तो कहते दिन कुछ अधूरा सा था,
एक हसरत तो होती गले लगाने की ,

एक रंग तो ऐसा होता जो तुम मेरे लिए बचाते,

एक लम्हा वो जो मेरे बिना सूना सा लगता ,
एक मौका तुम निकालते मुझको बताने को
वही एक बात जो हर रोज़ मैं सुनना चाहती हूँ ।

एक बार तो मैं जागती सुन कर तुम्हारी आवाज़

एक दिन वो होता तुम बिन बुलाए आते मेरे घर
एक दिन ऐसा होता ,तुम करते शिकायत मुझसे
की वक़्त नहीं मिलता क्या मुझे याद करने का ?

और मैं मुसकुरा देती हूँ ये सब सोच कर

क्यों मैं करती हूँ ऐसे सवाल तुमसे हर बार
जिनके जवाब मालूम हैं, जो राज़ मालूम हैं,
प्यार करते हो, दिखाते नहीं,एक दिन कहोगे यही .....


Once if you had said, you thought of me
once you had wanted,to keep me close,
once if you had told,the day was incomplete
one desire you had,to hug me and never let go.

One shade of love,had you saved for me
one moment you had felt alone without me,
one chance you had taken,to let me know
day and night, the one thing i keep asking.

One day i would want to wake up with your call
one day i want to see you come to me,uncalled
one day i want you to have complaints
too busy I remain,you would ask me one day.

And then I smile at these foolish thoughts,
in vain do I question you, whenever we meet,
the answers I know, the secrets none to me,
you love but can't show,I know you would say to me.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Evening sky

the evening rolled over the plain,
a lithe lady bathed in orange light,
letting my edgy nerves settle
as I fall in her welcoming arms,
the leaves rustle in envy
and the air awaits the next move -
the wedding of orange robes
with the iconic dark night,
it happens, every day, the same way
and I am forgotten by them both
till I cry with my bleeding fingers,
a verse like this,on nature,for nature.

Inspired by the evening sky as seen from my workplace window.
Prompted @ 3ww

Friday, March 15, 2013


She was careful not to let her hood slip from her slender frame. Its a mistake, her sister had said in carefree tone, but she still had come . Hugging herself tight for a moment , she let herself enter the spotlight. She felt herself free as her voice filled the packed halls for the first time.


Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Make a dream

make a dream,
together with him,
the only one,
who dreams of you -
and watch it become
the boxing glove
of one and all,
whom you love.
watch it bear
the blows and punches
smiling at times,
sometime sobbing;
make a dream
of him, for him,
and promise your heart
it shall come true,
no matter what the price,
you belong in his heart,
and he belongs only to you.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Shape of Love

what shape should I chose
this fortnight,
to leave a mark,
when I sink my teeth
into your
tanned skin?
what shape should my fingers
chose to teach
you tonight,
as I put the balm
on the scars
of sleepless eyes ?

"unlimited is your reach",
you whisper in my ears
as you curl me up in a shape
that fits in your embrace,
a shape that is always new
like the love I draw for you.

Friday, March 1, 2013

Little Black dress

The pancakes she made were not easily forgotten. For hours she thought of the way batter felt , the way they took on the color of peach added to wheat ,how they smelled and tasted.

Then she saw the little black dress, he gifted her. The pancakes were replaced with jogging shoes for indefinite time.


The pancakes post linked here is of the ones I made for breakfast yesterday :D

Written for G-Man's Friday flash 55


patiently the earth
awaits the flowers to open,
the birds return home


For Haiku my heart , Carpe Diem

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Strange Lovers

I remember the day I first saw you - walking through the glass doors , shyly looking around till you spotted me. I guess you were more nervous than me - meeting like that for the first time after a month or two of talking online some nights.

I wonder,he said
how could strangers not feel odd
unless I met you.

He thought of the first time she asked to meet. He wanted to watch the movie and her company was not a big price. He got reminded of the warm smile and the non stop talks after the movie - she could talk all time and still would not mind his silence.

broken by people,
whom she thought would keep her safe,
a stranger held her.

Today It doesn't feel so weird, that we are together.
Today it feels so comfortable, like it was planned forever.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013


It rules
the head
if not heart;
for the
that keep
through the
This monarch
turning away
from recent fun,
yet making plans
for the next.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Rogue Flower

kindness lives long
so the wild one thought,its eyes
set on castle wall;

little did king know
rogue petals flourish not
chaos bleeds life.

For Carpe Diem

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Don't forget to remember

not once
but every passing day,
how words have lifted,
your spirits,
your smiles,
in times
of cold silence,
laced with heaving
of loneliness.

not once
but every passing day
to ponder
and spread
the same words
and few more
to souls around,
we all need
validations alike.

Initially prompted @ Poetic Aside
Also posted to 3ww

Tuesday, February 19, 2013


sugar coated words
hurt no less;no more my love
truth sets the heart free

life forever sets
your deeds against icebergs
kept safe by wisdom


Inspired by Haiku Height , Thursday Theme , Carpe Diem

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Her freedom

It was her ticket to freedom
or so she thought..

lying naked on the floor,
that rapidly changed color
from her innocent blood,

facing the half open door,
that once held secure
her imaginary family roots.

the rapidly changing floor
drew monsters around her
like zombie carnival.

Nearly dead she lay there
lacking all color and beauty,
that once helped her in hiding.

Like flickering candlelight,
life played games in her body
deciding the last threads.

The feelings were in place
and the reasons too for once,
death embroidered the scene.

a scene of theft and murder,
of wishful hatred and plunder,
of price one pays for others.

It was her ticket to freedom
or so she thought ..


I swear I do not know the complete story. I need to re write this with full background and filling in the picture a bit more. but I do hope you try to make a story here till then ..

Written for OSI . Sunday Scribblings , Sunday Whirl

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Love you always

( Translation follows  below )

पिछले एक साल से ,
और उस से भी एक दो महीने पहले से
मेरे कई किस्सों में तेरी झलक ही थी -

वो होटल में आँखें चुराती मैं,
भीड़ में तुझको देख मुस्कुराती मैं,

तेरे हर ख़ुशी के मौके में नाचती मैं,
तेरे आंसूं में पल पल मरती मैं,

तेरी बाहों में सही गलत भूलती मैं,
तेरी आँखों में कसमे वादे ढूँढती मैं,

तेरे प्यार में हर दिन निखरती मैं,
तेरी चाहत में हर पल बहकती मैं,

तेरे वादों को याद कर शर्माती मैं
तेरे होठों को छु कर सिमटती मैं

तेरे दिल में बसाए घर में इठलाती मैं
तेरी साँसों में मेरी खुशबू मिलाती मैं

तेरी मैं
सिर्फ तेरी ...

मेरा तू
आज - कल था - कल रहेगा
हमेशा .. सिर्फ मेरा ।


I do not want some of you to put this into a translation box and trying to understand this poem. so here it is  :

In last one year
and a few months added to that,
I wrote so many times about you -

Me in the hotel room stealing glances,

yet smiling only once i spot you in a crowd.

Dancing in each of your celebrations,

dying bit by bit in the tears that you let fall,

forgetting all the right and wrong in your arms

finding some cliched promises in your eyes,

finding myself pretties each day from your love,

feeling myself tripping in your passion,

blushing in secret as I think of you

losing myself as my lips touch yours,

feeling at home in this heart of yours,

leaving my scent behind in life of yours,

Am yours,

just yours.

You are mine,

from yesterday till tomorrow,
every tomorrow , forever mine.
just mine.

cheers my darling !
Love you हमेशा  (always)  :D


He wrote this for me *dances*

Tuesday, February 5, 2013


She had too much time to decide the best approach. Her life was no secret to him yet some things deserve a proper closure. Even Love, and more importantly hate for someone's love.
she sipped the last of her wine and tossing the glass off the balcony , followed suit. Her revenge was complete.


for Inspiration Monday , Theme thursday , Fridayflash 55

Thursday, January 31, 2013


drab or sinful dark,
liquid tendrils inviting
heart pulsates to eat

written for 3ww , theme thursday

Wednesday, January 30, 2013


a love like birdsong,
found reason to be subscribed,
he rescues my pain


This is dedicated to the love of my life ( though I doubt he will read this unless asked. and might not understand unless explained :P )

Written for Haiku Heights , Carpe diem , sunday scribblings

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Dreams of dance

I see him in dreams.Like last night, we were dancers -  brilliant , passionate and stunning. You know what I mean ? Like totally WOW.  We look good together, don't we ? So last night ,we performed in a room with mirrors,multiple "we",passion multiplied.

Many such entries were torn the day she killed him.


Written for Picture It & Write

Wednesday, January 23, 2013


Her screams echoed in dark - of passion , rage , lust and hate. she hated herself , her body , her inability to love. she could not accept,she was not to love, but to make love to her masters.She placed herself on fire once,literally. Plastic of her machinery preserved her death forever.


Prompted by  Picture it & Write (  anew picture prompt site I discovered recently)
Also for G Man's fridayflash 55

Tuesday, January 22, 2013


her eyes await,
birds to return;memories
adore the dusk sky


Written for Carpe diem , Haiku-heights

Monday, January 21, 2013

To do , or not.

I was meeting him after an year. Time , how it changes. From having every meal together , 5 days a week and the monthly movie night; today we stood facing each other trying to find the similarity and the differences in each other.The very air around us was charged with anticipation.

you look stunning.
I always do, I prefer to assume.
And the same tongue too I see.
Blame yourself darling for putting words in my mouth for all senseless talks.
So you admit, you talk non-sense.
Only with you. So you won't have trouble following the conversation.
Ah! that too a favor on me ?
not really. Its an art i practice on you.

I looked around as people walked by us, and yet none of us wanted to either move to a comfortable location or walk away from each other. There was no reason for us to meet. And yet, down to every bone in my body, I always knew we would meet some day and stand in middle of road, deciding which road to take next. Finally he spoke.

you are getting married soon.
Is that a question r statement ?
A request.
why do you have to be the center of all dramas ?
you prefer adventure , I suppose.
Lets do it each other's way then.
You marry some one you want and then run away with me.
you know I can not love two people at same time.
you do not have to love me.
but I do.
then marry me.
I can not.
why not ? I thought that's what you came here for.
You never asked, what I came for.
I am asking now.
Ask properly.
Get lost !
Lets run away.
right now ?
your call.
Wait! you are married right ?
yeah. you too.
Lucky guy.

And then we hugged, knocking out each other's breath with the strong embrace and a kiss that would seal our paths as one, forever.

I was meeting him after an year. Time , how it changes. From having daily skype calls and emailing long love notes while we fought our parents who could not accept us, we were finally married, away from all yet so much happy for the time being.

My real hero walked hand in hand with me as the lights came up on the busy street.

Linked to Magpie Tales , Two shoes , The Sunday Whirl

Friday, January 18, 2013


The dream of new dresses was turning dismal while the image of her luscious body too faded in comparison to food on table.He knew she needed better reason to lose weight.While she waffled such thoughts in her diary,he made a pass at her best friend.The gym membership was renewed next day.


Written for G-Man's friday flash55 , 3WW

PS : This happens to be my 55th post :D

Monday, January 14, 2013


around his death bed

the winds howl her blue feelings

paradise looks dull


Written for Sunday Scribbling , Haiku Height , Carpe diem

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

A Wish

if it could be true,
she wished for scripted peace,
tulips smile for her.


written for Haiku height , Carpe diem , OSI

Friday, January 4, 2013


time always leaves
windows into days gone by
you might need again


for Carpe Diem , Theme Thursday , Imaginary Garden


you read it right.
Its not "He-Man" (liked him as a kid),
now I prefer reading G-Man over him.
There is not an idle moment on his blog,
nor a tale that can not be told.
come Friday,the nagging ideas pace in head,
till some tale,for him, is finally penned.


This is dedicated to G-Man and his friday flash fiction.

Also linked to 3WW