It does feel like home,doesn’ t it?

It does feel like home  ,doesn’t it?

Mom is not there…….

gone are the days….

of her intensive care……..

those sweet calls….

melodious in my ears…..

the glaring silence….

echoing the fears…

None to fight………..

a blank enterprise……..

walls boomerang….

the puzzled lows and highs……

it feels like home, doesn’t it?

dad is away……

I have work……

I can seldom stay

as he would say……

it feels like home, doesn’t it?

I would repeat and replay….

yearning for the cosiness…….

that was plenty before…..

as I dived into siestas….

dipped in folklore…..

the morning spend………

leisurely in pleasure

today this empty house……..

squeezes me in seizure……..

it feel like home, doesn’t  it?

I repeat and remind……

you are at home,isn’t it?

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The pictures that speak my heart…….

Those days have dusked….

when intitmacy was the one discussed……

our cotorie ….

with happiness it buzzed…..

to you three ……

I owe a bunch of pleasantries….

You embraced my minuses…..

my grievances hushed…..

you celebrated my victories……

my lose aside……afar pushed…..

bright and crystalline ……

as the Jasmine flower…..

the twinkled persona of yours……

had possessive powers…..

days tumbled to months……

years have somersaulted with stunts..

your transient presence in my life…..

left traces cherished…………

when memories stepped in as sovenirs…..

wind blew infused and debonair…..

you came as premiums in life……

life scuttled…….

and hid……

without you as it survived…..

when eyes linger along…….

dreams in the slumber…….

I stretch my hands…..

to your love I have my heart encumbered……

Thousand hands have held mine….

since departed…….

nothing appeased me….

the moments with you….

in my heart charted….

rememebring you……

my heart gleamed……

My eyes…….glittered…..

tears streamed…..

You shine in my heart

as droplets of dew…..

as crystal reflects….

and diamonds few….

as the melody of the…..

ebullient nightingale…..

I relish….

our squeaky regale………………

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She wished she knew then what she knew now……………….

Padma  clasped the flower……………

The pasque flower she plucked…..

Hesitatingly from the garden around the tower……..

The gardener who tended to…….

Reprimands, he did shower………

Padma,filled with guilt

Ran to her mother……….

sobbing she handed out…..the crumpled flower

“Happy Birthday” said the cute lips….

My dear mother……

Mother……….hugged her………..

Dear,why did you steal the pasque  flower….?

Your hug is the treasure……….

On my day your love shower……

Padma sighed……

Her inside crushed with shame and tremor…

my HUG was more dear to mother….

Goodness why did I steal the pasque flower…..?

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A story…….of life…..

The little caterpillar wriggled.It looked high up,everything seemed blurred…….it could only see a few beautiful fluttering feathers.The caterpillar shuddered………..the world high above,seemed alien to him,those big feathers would gobble him up,thought the caterpillar.

The caterpillar hung its head,it crawled towards mother,”Mommy, I want to sleep in your lap…..I don’t want wings…..I will stay in the warmth of the colocasia*, Mommy I don’t want to grow up………

“No dear,” said Mommy.Its a  delightful and marvelous world outside.When you get your wings….those alluring two piece ensemble,painted by the master artiste will give you the pleasure to explore the infinite beauty of the world.

“Na, my dear mommy,” The caterpillar sobbed, “.I want to live in the coziness of our little world.I just want  you and me and Larry.”

“Catty”,said Mommy holding up catty in her arms.

“Think of all the beautiful things that you can do with Larry,when she also grows up to be a butterfly.”

You will fly to farway lands,admiring the vast,endless and boundless beauty that the almighty has created for us.The roses,the crysanthamums, the lilies,the daisies,the hibiscus,the sunflowers,the jasmines and hundreds of creations thrive for us.When you fly around them,they sway and your ears will resonate with their symphonic call.They would marvell at your resplendent hue and you would rejoice……the pigmented petals and their asymmetry,the innumerable fragrances that lend them a luminous and capitivating configuration.From one to another as you hop…….spreading the word of love and vibrance.The humans there would be charmed by your presence…….you will be the favored one of little kids,they would run after you as fly you way to………….angelic and divine lands of beauty.

Catty wondered,”Was Mommy right?” he thought.

“Will I recognize Larry when she turns into a butterfly?”he was sad again.

“mommy…how will I recognize Larry?”queried Catty.

“Darling, she will only grow feathers,but you friend will be the same……”

Just then they heard heavy footsteps.Mother caterpillar clasped Catty in her arms and huddled under the colocasia.

“What was that Mommy?”Catty was shivering.

“That was a human darling,their heavy feet can crush us and you will never be able to enjoy a life filled with flight.I want to see you fly……….high in the endless universe………enjoying the creations of the master craftsman.

“Mommy, said Catty,”I am going to see Larry.”

“No,dear little one,Larry is in the cocoon,she is preparing herself to be a butterfly.”whispered Mommy

“No!No!No!….cried Catty,how can she leave me? and he crawled hard, to get to Larry,his little feet aching .

As he crawled towards Larry,Catty saw her wriggling out of the coccon, a silky and shiny ball…..it flew out immersed and painted in varied colours.

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Catty looked at Larry dumbfounded and awestruck at her beauty.He decided and set forth for the isolation in the cocoon which would give him his colourful silhouette.

Mommy saw Catty stepping into his silky cocoon and waited for days………to see her handsome son come out.

Days later Catty emerged, in his impeccable semblance.He kissed mommy and rose to explore the  beautiful world.

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*Colocasia esculenta is a tropical plant grown primarily for its edible corms, the root vegetables whose many names include taro and eddoe

 

She realized how long she would hide her truth….

The scorching heat was her alibi,a friend in distress and crime………………………

She cloaked herself if the bandana dupatta,the dark glasses hiding her beautiful lotus eyes,………..people turned around and gazed……….at her svelte figure,the jingle of the bracelet that adorned her fair arms and her long fingers painted crimson…….

She felt the stares egging at her dupatta to fly and reveal………………the beauty

She paced up ,her heart punching

She was panting as she closed the doors of her home,dupatta tossed on the bed,she looked at herself…………

Her silky hair gifted to her cancerous throat…………….

Her bald head………secured in the care of her dupatta……………she realized how long she would hide her truth?

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A human angel….

Rashi rushed towards the public transport bus,which was the only commutation available for her to reach her campus.Her typhoid had camouflaged the major part of her academic year,as she stood mute to the impairment conferred upon her by the disease and today was the last date to collect the admit card for her postgraduate exams.Feebly she climbed up the bus, to scuffle two hours,necessary to reach her destination.A nauseating feeling engulfed her as she got down.Typhoid didn’t let her body assimilate the meager morsels she had in the morning.She puked and was almost about to faint when a middle aged woman almost took her in her arms,made her sit on the bench beside and sprinkled water on her.She arranged a rickshaw for her to reach the campus.
“Oh my goodness!” sighed Rashi,at the ten people who stood in the queue, before her to collect the admit card ,as her body refused to be in tandem and struggled to gather herself to walk towards the window to request for her admit card.And as she felt as if angels stood guard for her that day as a familiar face with that angelic smile asked her subordinate to handover the admit card.

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strangers…………in the night

tropical sunrise

I could hear her breath……………

…………my heart deprived and bereft……

I wish I could hug her…………..

….beg to ,relieve me of that glare……

penalties umpteen I have imposed….

……innumerable times my soul

DEPOSED……………..

The pious association

that made me address her “mother”……..

A decade sped by……………

trying to gather………..

why she  crumples and bounces me…….

……..as my soul deposits in piles of debris

 entwined in matrimony………….

………….life seemed a savory…….

nevertheless………

What echoed was my own whimper

Life hushed up in tumultuous whisper

reasons profound or trivial……..

………….I was left as a refuse………

happiness dissolved…………….

……………..life diffused……

minions progressed to millions……

as we nullified each other’s sight

me and her………

 Strangers in weird sense…………

………………in broad daylight

or in the cloak of the night…

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