Saturday 29 August 2015

This Relation Can't Be Replaced

Really, when I walk back into time,
Into my childhood,
Sweet memories strikes my mind,
I find that one girl, that one great girl, whom I had the best days of my life.
This one for my sisters.

We both had a habit of complaining,
Seriously not the entertaining.
Complaints about the bunks,
Leaving me in blue funks.
The mischief sweet conspiracy,
To get into the mom's abbacy,
Made just to get each other scolded by mom,
And finally ended up in our room.
You are my best friend,
To my life, you append,
When I bullied you, and you kept serving balls while I batted in the backyard for hours,
And finally turning the bat into armours.
You always tried to drag down the secrets,
 so that you can use them to have a favour, well you get,
And really, we were really the night mare for the whole house,
Scaring each other, 'see there's a mouse'.
Those, 'blue-pink' fights, when our room got the paints,
And then dreaming about the mighty giants,
When we both rolled up the quilt under our hips,
And then making promises, to get the grips.
When our night fights disturbed the whole family,
After being scolded, we laughed and whispered dimly,
We collectively torn apart the pillow covers,
Hitting each other with the books with hard cover.
Messed up the walls, with food,
And then, silently, staring each other, stood,
The cat snatch for the tv remote,
And then turning a dice to have the block vote,
Not just the television,
It was with all, adression,
the Walkman, computers and video games too,
And with the same intense argue.
We both tried to teach bicycle to each other,
Not going much more farther,
Doesn't matter, none of both actually knew,
And then tying the kite to the back of it, and cheered, 'yeah! It flew'.
I felt guilty, went some of my pranks went wrong and u fell in trouble,
But still the sentiments were arguable,
And then you again, making false tears,
Repeating the same gears,
Convincing the parents, made excuses,
Till they please or confuses.
And those, 'no, it was his fault',
'no, it was her fault',
Repeated for hours,
Struggling for powers,
Till we both got scolded,
And again, in our bed sheets we get folded.
My heart sank whenever I hurt you,
To apologise, I offered a sou,
Sometimes, being egostick, we didn't apologize,
Proving ourself to be more wise.
And everytime I had my friends visited at house,
Just like the cat and mouse,
you opened up my embarrassing secrets,
But still, no regrets.
I know, those were just to make fun and tease me,
Well its nothing in front, when you alwasy hepled and pleased me,
Everytime dad got us a softy,
And you imposed your lofty,
Always offering the last bite of yours for me,
And I always had it, I agree.
And those power cuts,
And you said,'lets act out',
They simply meant, we had nothing to do at night,
Nothing better than those pillow fight,
We were free,
And there, you always started your ghost stories,
And then asking, 'btao bacha, what are your worries',
And developing those childhood weapons,
No less than the cannons.
From anything, we fought
From brooms to bats to TV remote to rubber band to slippers to water bottles and to what not?!
Your frightful tease,
And then the convincing please,
And the time when you always used to say,
Sometimes alday,
'tuhjhe madir k pass, kachre k dibbe se utha k laye the'.
And I said, 'jaa be'.
And everytime, we were out,
Various topics talking about,
You always hold up ur card being elder,
Just like a baby minder,
Made me to do things your way,
And all I had to do was, stay.
And when , I grew up, you were the one with whom I played the mirror game,
No matter, how much popular I was in school,
You really knew my talents, my weak points, better than anyone else.
You always put up the things,
For which I am afraid to, sorting out my difficulties.
Really, how grown up I was,
But still I cried like a baby on your marriage,
Several past memories just make me think,
About those great times,
In our room, the best place we lived together.

Love you sister. Really there are certain things above humanity.

Wednesday 26 August 2015

My Beautiful Woman

She may not be the smartest, or the most attractive, but she is the most beautiful, a beauty that resides inside her, something which makes her really special, someone I respect the most, someone I love the most. She is my beautiful woman. This combination of poetry and painting, on a whole, dedicated to her. #mybeautifulwoman

Friday 14 August 2015

A Pillow

It was another late evening when Himani texted me, ‘suggest me a topic for a poem to write’.
“elaborate a bit”, I texted.
‘u know, smthng cute n probably a non living thing rather’.
After having a thought over, I suggested, ‘a pillow or a winter’s cap or a jacket’.
And finally, it was a pillow.
We both decided to write, and ya! She wrote it much better.
Here’s mine.

I open my eyes and finds you
There, in my arms
Close to my chest,
Your touch like a chou,
Sweet, gentle and fluffy
Ur arms entwined with mine
Ur hand under my head
My legs been bent over your body
And there, u smile
And the lovely, words of puffing essence
Says aloud, please, a little long
Stay here, with me
And I smell your body
It scents like me
I just fill that scent into me
It forcibly shuts my eyes
And there, you give me another few
Minutes of life on the imagination carpet.
But sweetheart, I had to leave.
'Oh no please, don't go
Hug me once again
I can't be on myself here
Let’s once again lie
Close to each other
And travel to the effortless heaven'
But there, i leave you,
Miserable, crying
On the bed, alone
On the curvy sheets
I work the whole day
And finally gets, nothing
But the evidences to realization
That am nothing.
I have no good choice
Than to be there,
In your loving arms
I weep, my face ducked into your chest
I know, it feels a little warm there
With your body on me
But, its sooths more
When you place your hand on my forehead
And your eyes smiling the same
Ur body scenting the same
And you lie, motionless
With your head on my beating heart.
I rub my cheeks,
To and forth
U adjust yourself
We both make ourselves comfortable
And once again,
We have our mental silence
In each other arms
Hugging each other,
With bliss full happiness
And a sweet smile.
And, next morning,
Again you are there,
For me, in the spoon,

My puffy fluffy pillow.

Thursday 13 August 2015

PILLOW IS MY COMPANION

I could vividly remember
I never needed a pillow
Untill you had another child mumma
Your lap, and sometimes your hand had been my pillow
I would hold your soft bag like stomach tightly.

In some time 
I found my new pillow
To engage in sweet fights
With my siblings
And to hide chocolates, hair clips 
And occationally my test papers 
Under its covers
Early morning to cover my ears
To stop ringing alarms.

As life changed 
I found a new pillow 
To hide my feelings 
Guilt, anger, happiness
All my desires.

Growing up made me find 
Another new pillow
My valentine's gift
A heart shaped pillow
And would spend hours
Staring the pillow
As if 
Holding it tight 
Wetting it with tears 
Would bring him back.

Again, the arrival of my new pillow
The most comfortable one
My husband's hand
Assuming it to be my last pillow
But time changes everything.

N now i m here
Lying on my bed
Passing my golden age
Diseased, helpless
I still have a pillow
To support my corpse's head.

Wednesday 12 August 2015

FROM KOTA LIFE...

The day has arrived
my true soul has come out
making me realize
the importance of my family.

See my true soul lies their...
their in my home,
beside my mother,
somewhere in my bedroom,
in chatting with mummy ji,
lost somewhere in understanding
yes the advice by my father and Rajdeep bhaiya,
servicing my grandpa and grandma
having dinner together,
in the garden early morning,
sometimes chatting and fighting with Shalini
with Surbhi and doraemon,
and watching, Avi bathing and crying,
in simply saying anything to Ankush bhaiya,
in sweet fights with Himanshu
for useless things,
in watching TV together and commenting.

Their role in my life
is something which can't be
expressed in words.
The memories are immortal
I am really missing my family.
I am missing, missing and missing...
missing my family.

Love Birds - II


Saturday 8 August 2015

A BAD INCIDENT

Once upon in summer holidays
To get some praise
Tried to clean a cupboard of the kin
And was surprised as i began.

Eftsoons i found
Cash memos and tickets all around
Long years back useless quite
Carried from bangalore to bombay
then to neemuch, why might ?

The question almost gave a revolting pride
But neglected by my side
Hence the papers were torn
And the cupboard cleared.

All enthusiasm lost when he
searched for those precious things ,
Which were behind my understandings.

Listening that "I want to keep my life in front of me"
Made me remember a page (torn by my bro.)
saved from childhood till today.

Thinking to the shameless sight
Guiltiness reached the height.

When It Erodes


Sunday 2 August 2015

You Are My Friend

If you are grey, how can I be green,
If you say up, how can I go with down.
If ever I need someone,
You get by my side, and say, here I am.

Everytime when I low,
You cheer me up, only yow.
We both share our lives,
And nothing can come between us,
Separate, us, the two of us.

You've been my guide, my comforter
You cove up my faults,
Spend your time with me,
Match each one, like nuts and bolts.

I know, sometimes I make mistakes
But you silently cover them.
I give you things with all my heart,
I trust you blindly,
I'll always be there for you,
All you need, is just say my name loudly.

I am always proud of you,
You always give comfort to a broken heart,
You are my help, guide, everything,
You are my friend.

I'll always tell others how good you are
The best, my friend that's who you are.
Whenever something disturbs you,
Don't let you have a relieved sigh,
I'll change the world in accordance,
I'll sooth you up.

I'll always tell the nations,
The depth of your love
No one is bigger to me than you
Not even the God sitting above.

My friend, I am never gonna leave you,
We all always walk together,
To every situation, going through,
And make everything, to both of us, better.

Just love you, dear friend, with all my heart.