The Last Pages of A Class Notebook

Scattered Thunderstorms…

... Says the weather report. Sounds like life on the daily front. A little bit of this and a little bit of that and at the end all is just a downpour. Rains are like life. They are pleasantly simple to happen if you read the water cycle in grade 4 science text book but...

A Slice of Cheshire Moon

Sometimes there is night with clear starry sky when clouds are at bay and the eyes try to figure out constellations from old grandma's stories. The breeze just can't remain still and slowly tiptoes around brushing past our skin. That is the night when the moon glows with a Cheshire Smile. Writers and poets are...

A Little Less of Me

With so many roles to play, there is always a little less of me. I wonder if I lived in that little girl who smiled wide standing by the sea, knowing she was the perfect one to be clicked. I wonder if I lived in that school girl who was fiercely loyal to her cult...

44 degrees – Hyperventilating

North Indian plains are on burnout mode. The peak summer has overstayed and currently feels like an unwelcome guest who refuses to leave. Yes, the guest who raids your fridge and leaves empty bottles in the rack for you to find just at that very moment you want a chilled glass of freshness down your...

A Handful of Mountains

A Handful of Mountainsliving in my eyes,snowcapped peaksor conifers echoing of blue magpies.Wind rustles secrets into the Deodar's grove,pinecones playing along the hilly road.A walk down the jungle pathor a lazy afternoon after दाल-भात!Bring me back to the mountain lifeA window overlooking the valley,A door opening to a hilly ride.-Vibha

Wet Summer

waves of cloudsrolled on my patiowet summer Ah yes, the pluviophile is alive again. Indian summers seem to be taking a colonial stance; it has rained every summer in the last three years. The air seems breathable. It isn’t a heavy downpour and neither do the clouds seem to be in a heated argument, the...

Morning Interlude

It is extremely humid today. The sunrise stole its way through the clouds into the morning. If I am to believe the peacock's gossip, we can expect rains today. I think I just heard the nightjar's call which is surprising. Maybe it is confused about the hour of the day with the clouds around, or...

But It Is Just A Night!

Death lingers in the air. Every second phone call is heart crunching. Sometimes I feel may be this is Kal Yug, the actual time for death and devastation. And the cause had to be man! Sometimes I feel it is nature doing its balancing act but then when I see the good people actually losing...

Meera, Not Radha (Narcissist’s Lover)

It lingers... The words may be silent but the music, the rhythm and the shiver lingers with your song. Our song, you had said. I whispered the words into your ears and you created sheer poetry out of those stupid lines I mumbled. “Shayari... Ahem!” I laughed. “Ghazal,” you said. “That is what you are...