Some Rusty View

The rusting doors

Creaked

As his hands

Pushed against

Years of inertia,

Encountering

Familiarity

In atoms

Of

Stale air;

Tiny little feet

Wobbling in and out;

Balancing precariously

On parental love.

Carefree running

Of growing feet;

Away from

Fussing mother

And

Piling homework.

Lanky strides

Of

Teenage dilemmas;

Pandora’s boxes

Sealed with

Job, career,

Crushes, infatuations,

Lipstick and perfume.

And finally

The confident steps

Of maturity,

Closing

The not so rusty door

Behind

And walking out

Onsite;

Planning

For three months,

Extending

To three years

And now maybe

This whole lifetime.

The disconnect,

The void,

Spreading,

Deepening,

And

Strengthening,

Everyday.

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Sum-time

The relentless sun

Burning and scathing;

A drop of

Chilled lemonade,

For parched throat;

Or may be

Cumin, mint and yogurt smoothie,

The elixir

Downed in a gulp;

The relief

Overwhelming

But

Shortlived;

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The light

By and by

The light flickered;

Dusk lingered,

(A waning spirit)

And finally,

The sinister night

Claimed

The vast expanse

With

Sudden, swift

Descent of clouds.

Words of

Her sainted nanny

Rained down,

“Don’t you be forgetting

Your umbrella”

As she kept moving

Homewards,

Tired and exhausted.

War had taught her

To feel the rain.

To toil.

For survival.

To Fight back.

Just like the

Rays of dawn.

To wear

The

Battered

And

Soiled

Hem of

Her dress

With pride.

And to bury

The dead memories.

War had taught her

That

Life

Goes on.

Despite

The

Bruises,

Scars

And

Wounds.

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The last minute

I fall, struggle a little, sink, some bubbles, some ripples and then it’s over, she thought.

She toyed with the idea for a while, took a deep sigh, threw back her shoulders and walked away from the bridge.

December night was catching on and the water would be freezing.

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Junostalgia

“Hey Freak!

How’s you?”

Some greeting

For me

(Oh of course,

This and

The bear-hugs

Of my cousins

That completely

Swallowed me)

As

We arrived

In the

Sweltering,

Scorching

Indian plains,

After

Eight hours

In a

Creaking bus,

With

Dust, sweat,

Grime,

And

Anticipation

Of fun,

And frolic,

Written large

In our

Colgate smiles,

Days

Passed in

Sheer bliss;

Nights

Filled with

Insomnia,

Unending

Chat sessions,

Scary stories,

Dusky rendezvous

With

Fleeting friendships,

Cycling competitions,

Cool showers

For twilight,

Bedtime praying.

Of course,

We were freaks!

To be

Spending

Our summers

Away from

Our little

Cool and refreshing

Hilly hamlet.

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A June night

If a June night

Could talk

It would perhaps

Whisper the song

Of fireflies,

Ripping

The thunderous silence,

Coming alive

With the dance

Of

Silvery and sultry

Moonbeams,

Swaying gently

With their rhythm,

Ruffling

The souls and depths

Of sentries,

Tall and dark,

Standing guardians

To the odyssey of hearts

Under the

Black satin cover

Decked with frail

White stars,

Their thousand

Leaves rustling

With the touch of

Summer breeze,

Breathing

In soft susurrus

The words left hanging

In the slumber

Of

A summer noon

And

Secrets shared

In fading

Golden glints

And

Promises pledged

By the eventide.

If only!

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Some plans

Our plans

For

Living

Had featured

Nothing

Beyond us.

No houses,

No crowds,

No popular opinions,

Not even

The welcome ones.

It’s surprising

How

The rising smoke

From chimneys

Has blurred

That togetherness.

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