As always, I sat on my ride
And turned to you to say goodbye.
Dew drops glistened in your eyes.
Wish I had never looked back
For now I know
What I seek but can never have.
-Dedicated to W who showed me how it felt to be loved back
Tiny Story: Waste
Mother-in-law: Why does it have to be her wedding day sari? I was planning to wear it.
Father-in-law: Shhhh!
Mother-in-law: What? I am not admitting rigging the gas cylinder. I just hate cremating such an expensive dress!
Poetry: The Last Walk
I ventured in the ruins alone,
Held captive by the magic of
The eerie calm.
Up the stairs
In a trance,
Invisible rope
Tugging me along.
Dawn I saw through
The broken wall,
And stairs that lead to
The Haven beyond.
Wrapped up by the
Peace that comes from
Returning home.
Tiny Story: Decent Man(?)
He replied the mother of his unborn child, “Marry you? Are you serious? Decent men don’t marry girls like you!”
Tiny Story: Old
The old tree sat alone. He offered neither shade nor food anymore. Nobody cared to visit: birds nor squirrels.
When the storm uprooted him and his fruit-bearing progeny, nobody missed him nor mourned his loss.
Winging It
I am a mother of a genius. If only someone could decipher her script…
I bought a Maths notebook for my 2-year old in an attempt to teach writing numbers. Two days later, it was full of these weird symbols that she wrote with the flourish of a professional while singing the ABCD song alongside.
Can someone un-encrypt it please?
The Flight
Gliding above the clouds
In your arms,
I saw the break of dawn.
The pink and red
Guilding the horizon.
A herd of deer
In the forest below
Fled As we
Swooped low.
You held me close,
Your arms around
Our baby bump,
As one we touched
The ground.
I open my sleepy eyes
And find you gone,
Again,
My face wet with tears…
Tiny Story: The Dream
His willowy wife slept in his arms but his sleep was gone after the nightmare: a girl in white–with a stocky frame, unimpressive black hair and eyes, and laughter lines–looked at him with a thousand accusations in her eyes as he stood at the back of the church. She, then, took vows with another man.
His heart felt hollow.
The Decade
A decade that feels like forever,
Yet, is just a moment away,
When I found the anchor
That kept me from drifting
Far away from the shores of life:
You!
There has never been a day
I didn’t love you.
There hasn’t been a day
I didn’t say I love you.
Ten years… Twenty… Thirty…
Who knows?
Who cares?
When I am with you–
Loving you, holding you
With a promise of
Forever and more.
Tiny Story: Cast Away
She was a torn garment, not worth mending.
After her husband crossed, his family cast her away to her old home.
Her parents cast her away to the backyard storeroom.
And now, the river had cast away her empty shell to the shore.
-Hindu widows, traditionally, give up all pleasures in life: good food, good clothes, music and human company. Often, they are dumped in widow homes and take up begging to survive. Not allowed to remarry, a lot of them choose to die instead.
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