Whispering Thoughts

Excited, expectant And Countless halts Before the Full length mirror To look Pretty. Zillions of zappy moments Spent in a Zealous pursuit Of finding Success. Printing Mini statements From the ATM Needlessly And Checking them Over and over again To account For Every single penny Spent. Racing against The clock And Work Consuming Nights and shifts And Weekends too. Somewhere In the middle Of all this Quandary, This Trivia, You walk Out And feel The zephyr, You hear Of People retiring, People joining, People falling sick And dying And It seems So Inconsequential. All this Running around In business suits. Linking with Blogging from A to Z : Letter Z Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Pretty

In the middle Of files And papers And empty coffee cups He found That crumpled pamphlet That had come Shuffled in the Very many Layers of newspaper, The one That had come in handy When he had wanted To scribble down The number From a road side pillar. “Fresh flowers” It read. He was amazed The way people Found door To their dreams. He smoothened The wrinkles From the paper As he waited For his call To connect. A single red rose Preferably with Dew drops On it And Yes, of course There will be A message too “Yours, Once again, Mrs. Smith.” The order placed, Mr. Smith wrapped his work Earlier than usual. And drove back home. He had plans for tonight. Linking with Trifecta : Week Seventy-Five Linking with Blogging From A to Z : Letter Y

Xeric winds Brushed her face. The sun burned Her skin, Clothes, damp With sweat, Clinged to the skin, And the envelope In her hands Weighed a thousand tonnes. A one liner On Hallmark card. Now, That was hardly A way to break-up! Courtesy, Perhaps, Sounded good Only in dictionaries. Round the corner Another hot gust Caught her. Summers! When it Should be spring! But then That’s life. Ain’t it? By the time She reached Her niche The xeric feeling Had spread on To her whole being. In the Incessant hum Of cooler, She concluded Love too Was xeric. Promising life, But, Leaving behind Only Dry, parched souls. Linking with Blogging From A to Z : Letter X

All you need is A crack in the window And then You can’t keep out The sun Or The williwaw. And Either way This whistle-stop tour Is going to be worth it. Totally. Linking with Blogging From A to Z : Letter W Linking with Trifextra : Week Sixty-Four

The hues of spring Oh, I find Them very interesting Like Vivid vignettes Of Summer Like Vivacious dash Of Winters Like Verdant vantage Of Weather Oh! Look, here it comes Pirouetting In Variegated Colors Resting With Vibrant verve In Every heart. Spring You are welcome! Linking with Blogging from A to Z : Letter V

The write-up is based on a sensitive theme and may be a little disturbing. .................................. She found it hard to concentrate on teacher’s monologue. Her mind wandered. To the ink on her back. To the damp dungeon. To the scratching of the pen. To his fingers tracing the hemlines. Then the fresh contours. Then probing further, deeper. To those seven days. To the municipal trash-can where they had found her. With only a mirror in her hand. She still heard him, all the time “Mirror mirror on the wall ... You're the fairest of them all” She shuddered. She knew he still haunted the streets out there. And, all she could do was hate butterflies. Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Wall Linking with Ermiliablog : Picture it and write

Under The vast expanse There’s lot Of space To dwell together Under The shade of sun We Can feel The love together Under The wandering clouds We Can look up In hope of rain Together Under The star-lit stretch We Can catch the fireflies Together. Under The folds of heart There is lot That holds us back From being Together. Linking up with Blogging From A to Z - Letter U

To you With love And with Lots of blessings From heavens Above That you can Rise up With the First light And Catch the Dancing fireflies. That smiles Greet You every day And Hope Too Finds its way That you Can look at lovely scenes And then Close your Eyes to dream That You can Tend the Blossoming flowers And Reach out For the stars That you Can live And love To you For your spirit And strife To stay alive To you With lots Of love For every Single breath. Linking with Blogging from A to Z : Letter T

In Shadow shades Of love, Radha Found her refuge. In Shadow shades Of ecstasy, Meera Found her salvation. In Shadow shades We wander Lost To love And Lost To faith. Lost To You! Linking with Trifecta : Week Seventy-Four

Dear John, Naah! Never mind. Your name is All over the walls here. Just wanted to get Some things straight With you. Like knowing your Preferred corner For sulking Unseen, unheard. I promise I’ll stay out of it. Your night-time watch And Silent footfall Are slightly discomforting. When I’m sleeping, I’m sleeping. So No watching me over Or Studying me through Or Sitting by my bed. And This thing with the door Open, close, open; Not done. So please Don’t swing it. Rest, Just stay in peace. So long! Goodnight John. P.S. Can spirits write? Or Will you whisper your answer tonight? Linking with Saturday Centus - Week 156 - Dear John Linking with Blogging From A to Z - Letter S

For love Can wait A century Yet not grow old; For love Is one kingdom Where death Has lost its Hold. For love Is a charge That rests Beautifully On this Slice of heart So bold. Linking up with Trifextra : Week Sixty-Four

The tuck tuck Typing hands Worked feverishly Raced against the time. She knew the work Would be but halted Once he woke up. But wake up he did And his morning wail (The first among What would be many) Paused her rhythm. She scooped him up In one arm And continued typing With the other While the nursling Snuggled against her warmth And fell asleep again. Her rhythm broke again Only this time It was to wonder What rainbow dreams Greeted him? Linking with Blogging from A to Z : Letter R

A little ahead, A little more, Tirelessly, Conquering One more forte Then another And yet another Only to set out On another chase. A little ahead, A little more. The quest Seems to take That “forever” part Of life And yet we yearn For a little ahead, A little more. Forsaking Everything that matters Everyone that matters In the never ending Struggle To find a little ahead, A little more. The Quest Always stays A work in progress And the life Just passes by Like clouds. Linking up with Blogging from A to Z : Letter Q

Possibly, It was you, Who came calling The other day, Knocking at my door, Stamping your feet At the door mat, (Impatient aren’t you?) And you waited For what was exactly An infinitesimally small Measure of time, And decided (On your own) Not to wait any longer, Picked up your bags, And walked away, Not even caring To glance back. So by the time I made it to the door, You had already Crossed over to The next house. Now obviously, Opportunity, I'd love to meet you But from what I hear You don’t come knocking twice. Is it true? Linking with Velvet Verbosity - 100 words - Calling Linking with Blogging from A to Z - Letter P

Oxygen! That’s what He called me. That’s what I meant to him. Oxygen! People say You need oxygen to live. I guess I only needed to look At him. Oxygen! I thought I could outgrow The need for it But him. Never. Oxygen! We used it all up And then We wilted together. Oxygen! Trust me, You need it More than You need love In life. Linking with Blogging A to Z : Letter O

Night falls. Walking in with Silent footsteps That go unheard In the frenzy Of dusk. The rich blue tint Graying every second. The tapestry Mesmerizing. The night falls. And the light runs Hiding in the folds Of the black cloak Flowing freely. The night falls. The whispers of the Lullabies Serenading Like the rustling leaves On a burning summer eve. The night falls. Linking with Blogging From A to Z - Letter N

Dinner’s ready! And so are we. Ah! The aroma of the Freshly baked chapattis So welcoming. And the motherly love That comes in dollops With every morsel. Unbeatable! “Done?” Mum asks, “Done?”  I mull over I hesitate. Perhaps the color of my cheek answers. For here comes another ladle, Full of love. Yummy! The door bell rings The mirage dissipates Somewhere in the ringing. I reluctantly take The dinner parcel, Unceremoniously set my plate, Eat silently And crave for that ladle Of love. Of taste. Mom, I am still hungry! Linking with Blogging From A to Z : Letter M Linking with Trifecta : Week Seventy-Three

What is it that I was looking for? Amidst the parched autumn fall Strewn here and there, Amidst the blossoms In the park right next to my house, In my walks Made lively with the Joyful chirping of The winged friends, Across the rainbow skies That greet me at sunrise and sunset, In the late night walks On a full moon night, In the waves breaking at the shores With their full might, In roaring thunders And lightning flashes, In the showers of the first rain That have me running Out on the streets. Ah yes! Life! Here it is. Linking with Blogging from A to Z : Letter L Linking with Five Minute Friday - Here

Kind attention, Dear Life! For your gift: The kaleidoscope Of dreams And for likelihood, That This plaything Stands some chance At life I am Definitely Loving you! And Of course, You’re most welcome! Linking with Blogging from A to Z : Letter K Linking with Trifextra : Week Sixty-Three

5:15 A.M. I wake up not because of the alarm. No, that has been set for 6:30. I wake up because my mobile rings. Or more appropriately in anticipation that it will ring. Ever since that day. That fateful day. When my mobile rang at the most weirdest hour. Wrong number. Wrong timing. Still, I wake up. Every day. Exactly at 5:15. Jerky, jittery, edgy. The silence of the room becomes deafening. The walls seem to close down on me. The hanging abstract paintings seem to be come alive. Their breath heating up the room, suffocating me. The twisted faces thereon mock me down. And the jodhpuri red turbaned man from the April calendar looks on. His frozen eyes seeing me through. And the empty bed right next to mine, no I don’t even look at it. The skull, the skeleton, the broken bones, I can handle them. It is the moths buzzing over them, their wings flapping that I can’t take. So, I bury myself deep inside the bedspread. I hear the...

I: The mortal, Inconsequential being; A mere body, To a thought; Five elements, Blended together, Like, Ingredients of, A perfect recipe, Amidst the, Resulting alchemy, Of which, This I, Is born; Only to be lost, Someday, To the earth and ether; The mighty, I, And its mightiness, Reduced to dust. Crumpled and crushed. I Withers. Linking up with Blogging From A to Z : Letter I

Hope That lasts you through The toughest of times Hope That does not leave you alone In the middle of dark creepy night Hope That puts the contorted today together Building better and brighter tomorrow Hope That shines like a golden ray In the hours of deep despair Hope That can you can hold on to In the loneliest moments Hope That calls for last night study From Xeroxed notes Hope That creates presentations Just in nick of time saving your job Hope That whispers love At every missed heart beat Hope When will finds its way Hope That stays Linking with Blogging From A to Z : Letter H Linking with Velvet Verbosity - 100 words : Contorted

A game It was. You and me, Together. A tree house For us And A little world Therein. Fighting a little And then Making up Soon after. Wooing one another With those Handmade goodies. Crushing leaves To cook dinner. And serving coke For wine. Things perfect; Things beautiful In the Innocent bliss of Alchemy Called love; Purifying Everything It touched. And then We grew up And the Game was over Just like that. Linking up with Trifecta : Week Seventy-Two Linking up with Blogging From A to Z

For who am I, But tiny speck, And what can I say, That hasn't been already said Save this That I am alive Because I am willing to Face life And Fight fears. Linking with Trifextra : Week Sixty-Two Linking with Blogging From A to Z : Letter F

Lines of worry, Crisscross on forehead, Like national highways, On a national map, Thanks to the Rapidly decreasing balance, After boarding, lodging, Eating and commutation, I can only subsist With whatever spare remains. Trust me, living on dad’s money Was easy. But living on my own Is not. Every single penny Spent from my pocket Matters now. Makes me think;  Makes me plan. Like today. I have no inclination To press that Withdrawal button. But the queue is growing And its already my turn. God! 25 th  is still a good 20 days away. A loud voice from the deep recess of heart "Earning is not enough" A separate matter remains though That only earning is not enough And yet another That earning is never enough Linking with Blogging From A to Z - Letter E Linking with Five Minutes Friday - After

His walk was more Dash against the darkness. Lonely march in lonely lanes. You could hear voices. And feel fear. He wrapped his saffron cloak A little more tightly Never breaking his rhythm. Save for a momentary, Unnoticeable pause At the sound of trinkets. His steps quickened. But not enough. The clinking trinkets drew him closer. And closer. And closer. Till that lackluster night Came alive in her Pristine silver radiance. Like a moonbeam On a full moon night Walking in beauty. Singing. Dancing. Tempting. Enticing. Abandoning. He has been hunting The lanes, ever since. Thriving on rain and mercy. Linking with Trifecta: Week Seventy-One Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 Words - Lackluster Linking with Picture it and Write - Ermiliablog Linking with Blogging A to Z - Letter D

I am coming home to Colors of holi To goodbye days Of Shivratri To waning winter And verdant spring To green, pristine luxury And richness called life. I am finally, coming home. March marched A little too quickly Affording me precisely 5 steps To live this dream. So greedy me got busy. I am coming home to The splendor of Baisakhi But knowing this cannot be I am coming home to Golden days And resplendent nights Of magnificent May And if that is a no too, then I am coming home to August at its best. But I am definitely coming home Linking up with Blogging A to Z : Letter C

“Black jeans or blue?” And all this while I thought These would be no-brainers.  The challenge, I mean, With an alphabet a day. Or choosing what to wear From amongst what are Just handful of options. Well, how hard it can be? But having typed And re-typed And re-re-typed (Am I glad I am not using paper?) And staring at The closet left wide open For what’s been Exactly don’t know how many hours, I guess I was mistaken. May be I am plain brain-fagged. May be I over-estimated My poor own self. But all said and done I am not doing that bad. I am nearly done with the post So what if I am not yet sure if it is going to be Black jeans or blue? Linking up with Blogging From A to Z  - Letter B

Towards late evening When the dark was rushing in Covering the blue sky in the Folds of black mink blanket I risked a call “Am stuck. Missed the last connecting bus” “On my way” Fifteen minutes pass. I dial again. “Crossed Nerchowk” That’s 15kms! “Don’t come!” “Got the bus?” “April, the 1 st ” Sorry was not much help. Linking with Ketchup with us # Prompt 15 Linking with Blogging from A to Z  A is for April, the 1st