Each day, I’d wait
To savour your voice
Speaking of little things
That hardly mattered…
When you spoke of
Your undying love
For another,
My heart shattered.
Still I listened
Because,
Even then,
Only you mattered.
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Month: Dec 2019
Lost Chances
For an eternity
I swam alone
In shallow waters…
In wilderness,
Making splashes
As I went…
Or rode the winds,
Touched the clouds,
Raced the Sun…
Now I walk the streets
For the rest of forever.
Now I wonder…
If I should’ve
Done it together
With you
When I still had a chance…
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Because Everyone has a Story
This story is now part of a short-story collection. I will share the links soon.
The Star
Under the stars,
You sit on your knees,
Hold my hand,
And beg me return,
Promising eternity again.
Other nights,
You shout profanities,
Ordering me to leave again.
Everytime
I wake up
Drenched in tears,
Wishing these nightmares away.
You still star in my dreams,
My love…
The Cat Lady
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
Dear Reader, This is for you all!
I know you are no Santa
‘Cause I never made it
To the “Good Kids” list.
But you keep leaving me
Gifts and ‘Likes’ anyway.
So, I thank you,
Dear Reader
And I will keep leaving
Milk and cookies
Out for you
Every single day.
Wish you a Christmas merrier than mine.
-Love from Shaily
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The Road
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
Fashion this Winter
Indian politics is driving the fashion too.
This winter, if you are an Indian woman planning to cover your head with a scarf in winters, ensure you have enough dough to pay hospital bills and legal fee for a bail.
Covering your head with a scarf or a skull cap is now deemed a crime, punishable by lathi-charge and jail.
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Frozen World
Frozen grass
Forever covers
The ground
I stand on.
My heart is barren
For it shed
Its shrivelled joy
In the middle of the
Never ending winter.
Cold memories
Make me sway
To the point of breaking
Every single night.
No other seasons
Visit my anymore
Ever since the Spring
you died.
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Random Thoughts: The Roses
Weird Nostalgia
Let’s get it out of the way straight away–I am a clingy person…in a very weird sense. I cling to the memories…real and imagined…often not able to sort which is real and which is imagined.
Even my dreams are like that. I dream of old ‘friends’ telling me they miss me and after a few reruns (repeated dreams or thinking about it), I start believing it. Then I want to meet them, and find out that they don’t give a damn!
Not sure, but I think it has something to do with the loneliness I have dealt with during childhood. My father was transferred from one place to another often, and I and my brother kept changing cities with him. I was friendly but building relationships takes time, and time was not a luxury I had. While everyone else stayed with their childhood circle, I was constantly on the move, leaving potential friends behind.
I was and am still jealous of all those who could go back to their home town to meet old friends. I have nobody.
This Monday, I just came back after a month-long vacation at my parent’s home. I could only bully one friend to come and meet. Everyone else was busy. It was lonely…
Lately, I have been having more dreams/memories of ‘lost love’. But I am wary now. I can’t trust my own brain. Not sure if I had a brain short circuit due to all the emotional overload since I read too many novels about true friends and love.
Any advice?
The Social Introvert
I wake up with a start,
Voices filling my head and heart,
guilt, pressure, everyday stuff…
So I pick up my phone
and escape to the world
where unknown birds twitter,
filling my land and sky,
drowning my mind
in the plethora of voices
and images.
I add my own voice
and feel
at Peace…
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I thought I didn’t love you enough
I wonder
Why I still dream of you.
I thought
I didn’t love you enough
To tie myself to you.
But I still
Can’t laugh away
The childish love
I held within me
For you.
You always surprise me with
How much I still miss you…
How much I wish you missed me too…
My Dear Wife
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
My Dear Wife
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
Holding Hands
Enough
The expensive Beauty products
Cover my dresser
To transform me into a swan
Jeer at me that
I have always been
an ugly duckling;
That ‘I’ am not enough.
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The Stepwell
The story is now part of a short-story collection available in black-white and coloured prints and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.
Voting: How long a Story should be?
The Wedding Gift
He smiled contently as he looked at her three-year old son sleeping behind them and, then, her hands joined with his own in holy matrimony in front of the Yajna fire.
They were both now his own.
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Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 