Sunset at the Horizon

  Early in the morning when I wake up the first sensation I feel is the warmth of her fur at my feet. Half-asleep I brush my feet against her as if it were some doormat. That wakes her up and she begins to lick my feet as if she knew I was already late for work and Mom was no longer there to wake me up. She was a pup when I brought her in on a rainy day, all drenched and whining, a small bruise on her left hind leg. I had taken pity on her thinking she would be a wonderful company for my aged mother who had to stay back all alone in our cramped apartment while I had to go to work. Soon she was cleaned and dried and fed. I can still recall how apologetic and grateful the look in her eyes was when she came to my feet and licked it. Now I sit up in bed and pat her head, the look hasn’t changed much, the twinkle is still bright.  As I hurriedly finish my daily chores and get ready for work, she comes and woofs at me. Oh! Her breakfast, I keep forgetting. How I wish Mom wa...

Twinkling eyes & curly hair Sweet smile & skin fair A daughter, I’m born Bringing joy...heaven’s boon! Father’s gentle hands yet strong hold Mother’s warm hug driving away the cold Brother’s taunts that sometimes bring tears Are all that I hold dear! Then I am a friend to one and all Sharing secrets through telephonic calls We fight, we forgive & we forget For friends are a rare kind to get! Then seasons change & spring comes Heart beats faster as love dawns Life becomes rosy from his one glance Oh! How lovely to be in love’s trance! Tears spring when the dream shatters When betrayed, love no longer matters Heart broken , soul bitterly torn I struggle bravely to move on.... Age descends & I seek wisdom A wife, a mother I become Now its my turn to love and care The old and new family I share This world is different & I new With cautious little steps I make it through Bless my family Lord I pray E...

Time stands still Everything comes to a halt Our eyes meet, fleeting glance mine lingers against my will Heart thumps, tinge of pain Shy, afraid I look away Million faces surround me Yet my eyes find him again He walks past me His fingers brush against mine It tingles me, hurt follows He shows no sign of being aware I dare not turn back Dreading that he’ll never But Cupid’s arrow has struck deep Hope against hope I turn back A tear trickles down as I see him, slowly lost in the crowd I turn my face away and walk away from love not meant to be…..

                                                                              On a rainy day she was walking all alone. It was raining hard but she had no umbrella. The raindrops fell sharply on her bare skin, piercing and cold. The thin cotton dress that clung to her wet body was just not enough to stop the shivering. She was certainly shivering from the cold…or was she?? The tears that flowed down her cheeks were lost after mingling with the rain on her face. She shivered again as the memory came back to her in a flash. It happened not too long ago….two months back or was it just yesterday? She had already lost track of time. She hardly remembered anything other than the incident itself. She remembered that the rains had just begun after the hot sultry summers. It was raining hard ...

After yet another tiresome day at college I dragged my dreary legs to my puny room in our old hostel. Exhausted I fell flat on the bed. Before I could even grab a wink’s sleep I suddenly recalled that I had to check my mail for some assignment. Reluctantly I turned on the laptop and opened  my email. There it was- the 1 st mail from our Professor! Oh! How I wanted him to disappear! Then I wouldn't have to struggle to complete the work on time!! Not bothering to look at the next mails I opened Facebook and turned on the chat. As expected none of my buddies were online. I smirked thinking they must be as dead tired as I was. I was about to log out when I got a message from my elder brother- “Goodbye, sis” I knew he was trying to annoy me as usual. Who starts the chat with a “goodbye” after all?  I was too tired to continue with his prank and replied in hurry- “Go to hell” I logged out and went back to check my mails. I opened the second ...

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda  I was a reject. They left me unscathed, with no scars, no scratches. They spared me because I was of no use to them. I wished I was. I wished someone, even Death, would care to embrace me. I knew it the moment I first felt the golden rays of the sun. I knew from the day I was born that this life will never be easy. I was a foreigner, a stranger here.  I was subjected to ridicule without any mercy.  They treated me like a stray, my only crime, my curse. In this dense forest of sandalwood I was that lone tree of different birth........ The shrieks of my brothers as they were being sawed from their roots echoed through the hills. The sound of branches being snapped, the crunch of twigs under the monster’s feet, the wailing wind….it seemed an eternity before the forest was calm again. As I watched these monsters haul away every single lifeless trunk, I shed no tear....

Once upon a time there lived a princess. She was the most ugly and stupid lady ever born in this world. But as you can guess she was the luckiest (as is obvious, not everyone is born a princess).Well, what is more important is the fact that she had an amazing ability. She could make anybody within a distance of one metre from her as stupid as herself! So you see the poor princess no matter how rich and worthy of a suitor could never find one! Now what use is a princess who is never to marry? Even I, as the narrator have no use of her for I can’t continue the love story without a heroine! So, there is this new twist to the princess’s life. Ah! The new twist is I forgot to mention that she was bewitched! An evil sorceress (let’s assume it is someone like Bellatrix from the Harry Potter series) had put a curse on her. So what’s the curse, you must be curious. But sorry dear, you need to be more patient…it’ll be revealed at the end of the story as is customary. Now where wer...

Illustration by me As shadows of the past hover She looks up at the sky to wonder  ?Why is it a torment to remember Those blissful days yonder… When life was a joyful ride Through carefree days without strife Until the day she became a bride Bound by matrimony bound all life Her strangled heart screams out loud For the lost freedom that once was abound But her muffled voice is lost in the crowd of all the heaves and sighs so profound.                                                             She sobs in the silence of the night With eyes blurred with tears Awaits a savior to free her from the plight And all fears that she has to conquer B...

Today was D-day. Today I had to pluck up all my courage and confess to her. Her?? Oh! Didn’t I mention her? Well she is neither the prettiest nor the most intelligent girl in our class…..But she is the love of my life! She has got something that draws me towards her in an inexplicable way. I don’t even remember how I first talked to her but now I don’t think I can survive without talking to her. Yes, my love is not a love from far rather it’s the secret love I harboured for a close friend. I wonder how she’ll take it today, after all your best friend doesn’t come proposing to you every other day! But I can’t stand it anymore. So now I am willing to bargain our friendship for my selfish love……. There was her scooty neatly parked at the stand. Oh! How she looked when riding it!!! Her long unkempt tresses ruffled in the wind and played behind her as she drove the thing right past me everyday on the way to college. The way her churni struggled to break open the knot that bound it and ...