Sunset at the Horizon

Memories have faded, the fervor has lulled Tears have dried, the pain has dulled Love once so blind is now long forgotten But the weary heart cannot claim to be unbroken Just sorely mended, scarred forever Vows to never stir again…ever! Frail and tender it is bound to be shaken When a mere glimpse at the past is taken Though everything’s changed, some warmth lingers You lament the love that slipped through your fingers Fret not, look around; there are lessons to be learned Even Nature scoffs when love is yearned! Shadows of leaves dancing in harmony Once rustling in the wind, a soft euphony Now tumbling down, no longer together The same wind blows them farther Thus seasons change and love disappears   Is it the wind or the leaf that really brings the tears? A ripple touching another dies fast Solitary, a moment longer it would last Doomed like this ephemeral romance Lives are often lived in love’s trance Is the fleetin...

I smile because of you, Both in your presence and your absence Looking into your eyes or simply in remembrance Do you smile in my memory too? I want to write a song An ode, a poem, just something But can words really convey my feeling? Or speak of how much for you I long? Your voice reverberates in my mind I yearn to see you when I turn around To your heart mine is now forever bound Only with you pure bliss I find When you walk towards me wearing a grin My heart skips a beat every time I blush, my joy is so sublime How can I not love you? It would be a sin! But do you love me back? The question haunts me all night Watching you smile to another is an unbearable sight Am I not your only? Oh! Tell me what do I lack? Wherever you will lead I’ll follow Whatever you will seek, I will seek too Your laugh makes me happy; your tears make me blue You are my everything, don’t you know? Will you ever know of my pain? The sleepless ...

It was a usual day at work. Like every other single day, I arrived 5 minutes before the scheduled time thus upholding my self-made image of a diligent employee; regardless of whether the boss appreciates or not. Subjected to the chronic nature of a once engrossing job, my life had now metamorphosed from the adventurous, outgoing lifestyle of a teen to the monotony of a paycheck worker, obscuring all the dreams I once had. Attending phone calls without a bit of genuine humour, replying to emails with much lesser enthusiasm, fake smile plastered on the face 24X7, walking with the gait of an aged old lady and a temper reserved only for the subordinates while ironically displaying complaisance towards the boss, I never realised when the very essence of life had started ebbing away. The bleakness of the old rustic workplace where the furniture was creaking and groaning from overuse, drab faded curtains that hung over the unaired windows against the equally pallid walls of the stuffy room, ...

I and my mate scurried through the empty hall. The light rustling of leaves and continuous chirping of the cricket were the only sounds that reverberated. No one was present. It was finally our time to take control of the night. The whole day the hustle and bustle of the men had made the place inaccessible to us. Tonight when finally the last person left the room, the lights turned off. This was our cue. The moon was kind to light our way. It was time for revenge. We didn’t have any particular grudge against the people of this company. We used to live in harmony with them. We made ourselves inconspicuous to make them feel comfortable. We never disturbed them when they were busy working. We even worked the night shifts, to keep the place bustling as they probably wanted. I always wondered if the work we did was appreciated or not. There was always this nagging doubt whether they even acknowledged our presence. But nevertheless, we kept working to our best. Every night our s...

Once upon a time in the land of Electronics, there lived a young woman called Resistor. She was jovial, amiable and the apple of everyone’s eyes. A just and fair person, she resisted all worldly temptations, leading a plain life.  She had no family except the Wires, who proclaimed to be her distant cousins. She had some doubts about it, but well, she loved them nevertheless. Like all young girls of her age, she was blossoming in her youth and was madly in love with her beloved-charming and magnetic Inductor.  She got introduced to Inductor who was this shy, weird and twisted friend of the Wires but surprisingly they hit it off like two peas in a pod! It was the best thing that ever happened to her. They complemented each other so well; people of Electronics even believed Inductor would wrap his coiled arms around her pointy figure, something that only a true lover would do! The people of Electronics had a simple livelihood and shared everything with each other. Every...

The roads were deserted. A slight fog hung over the end of the road as he drove cautiously towards it. He lifted his feet from the accelerator and gripped the steering wheel tightly in case he had to swerve around the corner. The fog slowly closed in and impaired his vision. His car’s headlights struggled to pave way through the white blanket that enveloped. He did not like this feeling of being blinded, yet it was the impending truth of his life. A cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought. No, he was not going to lose these precious few days cursing his luck. Pressing the accelerator pedal in an instant he lunged the car into the white darkness, wishing the night to never end, he drove on. Driving was his passion. It was in his blood. He had seen the fire in his father’s eyes every time he spun a car that came to his garage for testing after the repairs.   Being the son of a car mechanic he feared he too would never get a chance to drive one of his own. And this f...

  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...