Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Monsoon Tales

It was raining that night too, the last time I saw her - the time I broke her heart. A chance encounter after nearly twenty years but to me it feels like the same night. It even feels like the same rain. The only difference - it is not her tears seeking refuge in the rain this time. It is mine!

Topic Courtesy: Lille McFerrin 
Picture Courtesy: Arvind Ramachander Photography 

Wednesday, March 19, 2014


While her kids were choosing ice cream flavors, Reema's eyes were drawn to the smartly dressed lady in the cafe. Sitting with her associates, she was clearly in charge of the meeting and Reema looked on admiringly.

Shonali looked up from her laptop and for a fleeting second her sight shifted to two small kids eating ice cream. Though not easily distracted, she could not help feel a pang when the little one lovingly took a spoon of ice cream and fed his mom.

The same thought crossed both minds, "Isn't she lucky?"

This post is written as a part of Five Sentence Fiction: 

Sunday, March 16, 2014

The Wedding Cake

She looked more beautiful than she ever did, as she walked down the aisle. Her beautiful green eyes seemed to look greener, "Is it the earrings?" I wondered. Whatever it was, her radiant smile lit a sparkle in her eyes as she stood with the man of her dreams. "Have I ever made her this happy?" I caught myself thinking. As my mind continued on its own train of thoughts, the ceremony carried on like a movie scene in front of my moist eyes. Tears of happiness and yet, selfish tears of sadness too! Everything that followed was a blur to me. The reception, the dance, the toast, the cake, and very soon I found myself outside, sending her off on her honeymoon. I walked back inside with a heavy heart, got myself a piece of the cake and sat down. That's when I noticed the green earring dangling on my suit pocket. Looking at it gave me a lump in my throat. I knew this wouldn't change anything between us, yet for me it would. I stared at my phone and wondered if my little girl will call later to say "Goodnight, Daddy!" as she has been for the last 25 years of her life.

This blog is a part of the write over the weekend initiative:

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Watchful World

Lurking, leering, jeering eyes
At all corners you're passing by
Hidden safely in a camouflage
Lo, behold! It is not a mirage

What you say and what you do
The world is playing peak-a-boo
Tracking, saving, noting, thinking
Showing it's face, wickedly winking

What to share and what to save?
A closed book be or one that bares?
The world is watching in a way surely queer
Do exercise caution but don't live in fear!

Monday, January 28, 2013

Carpe Diem

Is this the end of a beautiful dream?
Walking on to reality realm
The order of the day, carpe diem
For, the tunnel approaching fast it seem!

The greener pastures and tall grass
Pouting flowers, doing a chasse
To the playful wind's bass
All that she leaves behind, this lass

The tiniest flowers, notices she
The beauty in them is all she can see
Daintily steps absorbing the whole scene
Locking the precious' in a box of memories

Kisses she goodbye, to the butterflies
Winks at the sun, just waking up to rise
Changes are sometimes angels in disguise
From one home to another, she happily  sighs

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The One

As you walk on,
Sometimes in circles,
Sometimes head on;
Maybe with purpose,
Perhaps forlorn;
Through all the ruckus -
Not stopping night or morn
To cry, care or cuss
Just pushing it all down
Through a dark hole coerse.
But a day might dawn
When you crave to change course,
Or feel too tired to carry on -
Left behind without the force.
And on the day you are this worn,
As the tears down your cheek pours
These questions haunt, from which you cannot run -
Who is it, that understands your own code of Morse?
Who is it, you fall back on and turn?
Who is it, your strength and inspiration's source?
Who is it, for whom you yearn?
Who is it who is the one, your one and only one?

Friday, October 19, 2012

Soft Smiles Music Video

I remember it was pretty bad day. A long, tiring bad day. I was exhausted and irritated, ready to call it quits for the day and go to bed early. Then Ragav messaged me saying; "Remember the poem you had shown me long back?? I'm recording it". I thought; "Wow! That's an incredible surprise". He said that it was almost ready and he was sending it over to see if I liked what he had done. Tired as I was, I was now too excited to sleep and waited up to listen to my poem as an actual original composition. I heard it and I absolutely loved it. It reflected the mood my poem was painting so accurately!!! Dharav and Ragav, unknowingly, really made my day. How ironical, considering that it was during one such series of terribly long,overworked, tiring bad days that I had wistfully written Soft Smiles.

After that long journey since the birth of the poem, the audio recording, the subsequent video recording, and after surviving multiple rounds of ruthless editing, finally proudly presenting now, the music video for Soft Smiles :)


Music: Ragav Venkatesan
Singer: Dharav Shah
Videography: Sriloy Dey and Ashwin Verleker

Poem Blog-post: http://whimsicalwonder.blogspot.com/2011/11/soft-smiles.html