a constant and silent companion

Lonely places should stay

Away from her.

As she will go gaga

And make them

Her favourite places

On this stupid spinning

Earth.

Lonely places should stay

Away from her.

She bears the potential

To fill them with her

Almost presence

And brilliant thoughts of

Nothingness.

Lonely places should stay

Away from her.

Her pulse when throbs

At her temple

is way too louder

than the hard rock

Music.

Lonely places should stay

Away from her.

As she ain’t a ship

And thus, will sink in

Those empty places

With her toes curled

And a smile on her

Face.

Lights, Camera... Cloudburst

Someone who thinks death

Is the scariest thing,

Perhaps doesn't know

a thing about

The crumbling life at

The mercy of nature.

Ushering from the highest of

Heights like Himalayan ranges,

Hitting the depths of foothills,

The nature’s agony brings erosion

Of both soil and lives.

Just flattening the world

In the wee hours.

People in deep sleep

Sink in their bedrooms.

The nightmare doesn't end

Even on opening their eyes.

They see everything they own

Being washed away

And they just cannot pick it up

(and put it back).

Many there stand still

To face the stark reality,

To see the blank sky beyond the ridge,

Knowing their feet had come

to the end of the world.

They drift a little, take a millisecond

and seep into the rushing water.

 

However, many of them

Who fail to face the pain of death,

The mercy of nature leaves them

With nothing but a life

To find wailing chest and tired knees

To curl up and hope to sleep.

They listen to the sound of the

 Approaching helicopters,

As the soundtrack of

Long awaited hope and life.

Until they realise that

The chopper is ridden by

A politician for his trip.

SERENDIPITY

They say the earth laughs in flowers. And sometimes even the earthlings get to share it. 

On a not so very special evening you’re waiting for the red light to turn green. Those 120 seconds of your life make your heart run away wearing your blue reebok shoes with a wide smile. It is like it can’t stay at its position anymore. 

Right after you use the brakes and the wheels of your car stop spinning, your inklings begin to process. And you don’t realize the window is half opened; until the process of your thoughts gets interrupted by a voice. A voice of a boy who in his adolescence is clothed in poverty. He smiles at you with a broken tooth. You give him I-don’t-want-any-nonsense look and he smiles hard in his tattered clothes. 

Even before you roll your window up, he drops a red carnation flower inside. You don’t want it, you say.  He says please and his eyes grow bright. You nod in reassurance. He compliments saying ‘it’s looking so beautiful here, please take it. I don’t want money for it’. You’re silent and he goes on. You are confused and you involuntarily accept it. The next moment he winks at you and goes behind the auto rickshaw standing next to your car. Leaving you feel awkward.  You realize the auto driver is observing everything. He seems perplexed too.  

You take the red carnation flower in your hand, give it a baffled look and pan your eyes to the side mirror. And for the next ten seconds your eyes are stuck to it because the boy peeks from behind and hides back. He is playful and you can’t stop yourself from calling him back with a grin. A huge one. You feel the different shades of a usual day and then you present it to me before I learn the sweet fragranced tale hidden in its wilted petals. And it’s only afterwards I realise how it tickled the chime of laughter inside me just because of a flower. And what it confirms is that the universe is always speaking to us. Sending us little messages, treating us with reasons to smile and causing serendipities to make us stop, look around and believe in it.