A Tree's journey from existence to non existence

I popped out from a seed

That lied on the ground for long

When the branch was torn away

One evening by a fierce storm

A child took me in his hand

Placed me in a clutter of mud

He nurtured me like a baby

Showered all the love

Days passed by, years went ahead

And seasons flew too

I grew from a sapling to a plant  

While rubbing my leaves with

Bright sunlight and misty dew

A few years more to my life

I grew into a tree

With elongated branches

And corrugated leaves

When the sun casted its harsh rays

People came and sat beneath me

They took shelter and enjoyed

My comfort with great pleasure

From a full bloom vivacious tree

To a pale and lifeless branch

My days were filled with gray and

Distraught as autumn arrived

I wore a deserted look that

And stood up like a dried up brook

Leaves turned pale and yellow

They fell on the ground and

I winced with deep regret and sorrow

I regained my lost self

With the arrivals of rain

A new life breathed in me

As I turned green again

Years kept adding to my life

My bark was scratched often

With melodies of love

And promises of togetherness

One day a few people   

Walking through the woods

Casted their evil eyes on me

They decided to chop me off

And gather logs of woods  

The uncanny sound of axes

Created ripples of fears

It was a prologue towards

My journey of non-existence

Anxious strokes of axes

Fell upon my distraughted knees

They began to howl in silence

As they watched themselves bleed

I was not wounded but felt deceived

By the treacherous human nature

One plants me and the other uproots

Pic credit: Alvarez Photography

Oops! it was a dream

She had light brown eyes

With intense appeal in them

Who was she?

She was the girl, who came

In my dreams last night

Her smile said a thousand words

Her charm was magical

She gazed and casted a spell on me

She clasped my hands with hers

We ran through the wet streets

That was left denounced by rains

We hurried through the stairs

And reached to the old building’s crest

She pulled me towards her

Hugged me tight and

Planted a kiss on my lip

I felt elated and beautiful

 A cool breeze suddenly perched

Through the warmth of the moment

She looked at me, gave an intense gaze

The eyes did all the talking as the mouths were sealed

The rain had stopped by then

A pungent smell of the earth

Made the ambience more romantic

Our romance remain undiluted

Eyes closed, arms spread and hands clasped

A cloak of deep silence covered

The pitter patter of the light drizzle that

Still prevailed even after the rain was over

It was filled with our gasping breaths

I was curious to see her beautiful face once again

The dusk had announced its arrival

Just then I heard a loud thunder

 Clouds formed an unusual alliance

Together they made a hypnotic noise

A ghostly darkness spread all over

She was lost in the utter darkness

I could hear the calling bell

Ringing simultaneously

Oops it happened again

My dream broke again unceremoniously

Melancholy of a table

It lies alone in the space.

A rust is formed on it with accumulated dust over the years.

Screws loosened, legs broken, it travelled with time without any emotion.

Scratches formed on its body due to mishandling and rapid movements.

The design at the edges is blurred by the umpteenth touches of the human hand.

A doodled formed somewhere, a creature created on the other

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 The journey of the table is unending and filled with distraught.

 Sometimes decorated with stains and sometimes with the bang of an angry hand, it patiently listens to the mood and sacrifices to any human thought. 

True Love

Calling your partner thousand times a day? Saying “I love you” more than the number of times you blink your eyelids in a minute? Checking out the messages and the calls on your partner’s phone? Or is it about sharing the best moments of your life with that person whom you love and adore the most? Yes, it is about giving that person the space that he or she wants. True love is bounded with the three delicate threads of dedication, patience and trust. Any of the threads loosened up will make the four letter word of LOVE more fragile that can break anytime.

Dedication

Because it is all about commitment to spend the rest of the life holding each other’s hand.

Patience

Because life will ripen the situations, but it’s you has to make it taste sweet with the fruit of patience.

Trust

Because you have to sail through the tides whether it is low or high.

True love is so easy to find, only if two individuals in a relationship make it possible. 

A fake dream

“Sunita! take Ayush to the park,” came a harsh voice from Savitri, the mother of Ayush who used to spend more time in watching the Saas-bahu serials rather than taking care of her two-year-old kid. Sunita was a sixteen-year-old caretaker of Ayush. From morning to midnight, she took care of this tiny tot. When Ayush peed, Sunita cleaned, when Ayush did not sleep, she sang him lullaby and put him asleep, when Ayush was hungry Sunita spoon feeded him, when the mama was busy in work or was away from home, Sunita took care of the house. The small world of Sunita was nothing beyond taking care of Ayush, she was surrounded by the harsh thread of destituteness and was the only earning member of her family. Her father passed away two years ago, while her mother frequently suffered from illness and thus had to stay home for most of the time.  Hence, it was she who had to carry the family on her fragile shoulders.

It was a cold December afternoon. Ayush had fallen asleep. It was a tiresome day for Sunita. Savitri had gone to Mumbai to attend her best friend’s wedding and therefore Sunita had to take care of all the household chores along with Ayush. It was 2:30 in the afternoon, Sunita felt a bit dizzy. She quietly took the quilt, found a small space besides Ayush and closed her eyes.

A white light fell upon Sunita’s eyes. She saw a big white ball radiating at a not so far distance from her. She retreated first, but then proceeded, when she saw two angels coming out of the white ball. They were dressed in a white gown and both of them had two large wings at their back. They opened their arms. Sunita lend her hand to the angels and together they jumped inside the white ball. It was a beautiful world. Barbie dolls, fashionable frocks, chocolates, ice creams and food were kept everywhere.

One of the angels said,”Hey! Sunita everything is for you, pick up whatever you want. They are all yours”

Sunita felt ecstatic and replied, “Really!” She went towards the Barbie doll, hugged it first and then took it in both her arms. She also picked up a cute teddy that was kept aside. Soon, another angel arrived. She took Sunita through a large gate. As soon as they crossed it and entered inside, a completely different world laid ahead of them.

There were lush green valleys everywhere dotted with beautiful flora. Beneath them ran streams of water; Sunita went near the river and could listen to it’s gurgling sounds. She then dipped her hands in the water and started playing as she moved her little fingers back and forth. The angel appeared and said, “It’s time to explore the valley little girl!” With her magical words, the angel took Sunita to the top of the valley. The amazing view from the valley left Sunita completely mesmerized. She began to run from one end of the valley to the other and only stopped at a point where she could see the clouds coming close to her. She raised her hands to feel them but was pulled back by the angel.

“You can’t touch them, little lady, they are too high” said the angel. Soon a rabbit passed away and she began to pursue it. She ran and reached towards the cliff of the valley but could not catch it. Suddenly, Sunita slipped her leg, she shouted for help, spreaded her hands to the angel to pull her up, but the angel smiled and slowly disappeared.

Sunita felt dejected, she groaned as she felt that someone pulled her back. She realized that she is trapped in a dungeon. As she looked around she saw other poor girls sitting with their heads knelt down. One of them came near her and said, “Wake up sister, you were dreaming all the while now. This is a harsh world of reality. Like you even we went to the fantasy island, but returned back dejected.”

Sunita heard a loud cry and could feel that someone moved her. She opened her eyes and saw it was Ayush who woke up from sleep and was hungry. She realized that it was a false dream and wept over her destiny.

Rhapsodies of a NEW YEAR

The year has come to an end

Its time to pack the bags again

To set sail to a new year  

And to give life a new beginning

Whether it was a bumpy or a calm ride

Don’t mind as they were your testing times

Instead thank those who were there by your side

To help you overcome the turbulent tide

Now that a new year is ahead

Its time to start and think afresh

To give life a better meaning

By gathering the pieces of scattered happiness

Perhaps resolutions or revolutions

Whatever is there in the mind

There can never be an apt reason

As this is the ultimate time

 Immerse yourself or get drowned

In the vast ocean of happiness

When the murky and envious sadness

Frowns at you from the backend

Turn on the music, groove with it

Keep the emotions at bay

Let the party continue

Because it’s new year and a new day ahead

When the paper spoke

You can crumble me anytime

Scribble and throw me at dustbin

Only to make another addition

To the mountaining piles

You can also transform me  

Into a ship or a boat

And make me sail through

The floods of rain water

Life is too short for me

And sometimes too long

I don’t know what my faith

Is going to be when I am born

Novel or a curriculum textbook

Is the right place for me to seek shelter

You’re never going to throw them away

As the words inside them are precious

I can be a masterpiece for your room

If I am adorned with colours and ribbons

I can be of great help

To help you carry your valuables

Oh! Did you just realize

That you cannot leave without me

Open your purse and take a look

I am that valuable note you need for your livelihood