Soul's Real

As you crave the introspects
For the earned respect
Devoid of spoofs
In circles and loops
Sky coloured
That look in your eyes
Never left
In lows or highs
Smile curved
Goodness got mobbed
Lobby did you
For the reviews
Clouds wrote a new chapter
Drops agreed and splattered
You may hide
But it reflects
The Soul's Real
And
Body Fake

Again

I stood in front of the door with fingers gently pressed on the door bell.
A thousand thoughts ran their way inside my mind.
Little drops of perspiration settled on my forehead.
The door bell wasn't pressed yet. I heard her voice from the backyard calling Sambhu to come to the door and have a look.
She was informed that I will be reaching today . Though not by me.
Tangy smell of freshly cooked fish filled the air.
I gave a pause to the thoughts and finally pressed my fingers hard. I am not used to pressing the bell here as the door used to be open all the while earlier.
Yes, things change and so do people.

I could hear her voice more clearly this time in a louder tone.
Sambhu's approaching foot steps gave me the final reminder to check myself in the phone's screen.
I was dying to see her, perplexed to face.
The door opened with a strong screeching noise same as yesteryears.
Brown shades have gotten darker displaying the effect of age not just on my hair but also on it's body. Something that hasn't aged with us are the white paintings drawn.

Sambhu gives a big rotten teeth smile that lifts my mood up. He takes the luggage from my hand handing me over a copper tumbler to wash my feet. Some traditions aren't meant to be questioned.
Like an obedient kid I take my blue striped shoes off and pour water over my tanned feet.
Sprinkle water over my face too. Pour the rest near the coconut trees bending like a dancer. It stands as a witness to the joys and sorrows of the courtyard that begins as we step in and ends as we step out.

I take a step inside carefully placing my feet not to get bitten by those red ants busy carrying food for the rains.
As my eyes go around all the rooms surrounding the courtyard , I slowly walk across crossing the side wall that makes way for the kitchen.
There she is wrapped in white. Covered from head to toe. Blowing the chullah making the fire burn stronger.
As I tip toe trying to give her a surprise, she turns. Her eyes catch mine. Radiant smile spreads across our faces as I hug her tight.

It feels she's still there . " Granny" I mumble and wake up. I see her in my dreams again.
Check my phone . Still few more hours before I get ready for the airport.

It's been a decade I have lost her. Still I miss her every single day unlike her sons and daughters who love to fight over the landed property rights and forgot to love her too.

It's her 10th anniversary. So, the entire family is coming along . Not to pray but to prey on what her husband has left behind.




* To be continued


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Promise

Promise...asked me one day
Why do you promise ?
When you can't
Turning me into an unholy chant
I am like the sunshine and the dust
If you utter then you must
Keep my fame
Through pride or shame
Still if you miss me sometimes
I won't complain
Knowing your intentions were right
Yes, I am filled with myriad shades
So is Life...
And I am here to stay

Tommorow

Blood spills
Everyday
On frontiers
In corridors
Open fields
Inside chambers
Ripped apart flesh from bones
Raised hands banged heads
Scars that scream
Yet we sleep tonight
Praying for a new tommorow

Skin & Bones Or Emotions

What
Are you made of
Skin  &  Bones
Or
Emotions

Surrounded

Surrounded we are
Everywhere
End of the Road
We are
All alone.

Unspoken

Spoken unspoken

Numerous thoughts

Few got graved

Few burst

Burning

Building

Bridges across

Spoken unspoken

Numerous thoughts.

Ballerinas

That day was like any other day. 

She got ready for her show. 

Closed the door and opened the umbrella to avoid a mild drizzle that had just started. 

Few steps and her path stopped abruptly . Leaving her blank. 

She saw the operation theater for the first time. Couldn’t feel her limbs beneath. 

Though tears trickled down the corners, smile stuck her lips.

Today is again like any other day. 

The stage is set. 

So is she. 

With her favourite pair of ballerinas on wheels. 

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# Friday Fictioneers

The Stage...

They came,
They entertained,
You laughed,
You clapped,
Raised and Praised,
The crew,
The cast,
But
Someone who missed your gaze,
Someone who held them all,
The Stage.

River And The Gravel

The river asked one day,
To gravels beneath,
How do you stay calm as I crush you everyday,
Over riding your land, making you go astray?
Gravel replied,
With the hint of a smile,
To go berserk was my wish,
Over seasons,
As you rushed,
Scared I was to bear humongous load,
When the rushing waters flowed,"
Today as you come,
Lumping down,
I know it's time,
To lower down my crown,
Troubled I am not like yesteryears,
Clouds might have burst tonight for me,
Summers too would knock for my majesty.

Resolve

Infiltration was a routine in the territory.
The alert wasn't unexpected.
They waited with bated breath.
For the right moment .
With fingers on the trigger and vision across the stream.

Movements from the other side could be felt.
In a blink of an eye bullets fired through the trees, piercing bodies testing resolve of the team.
Not enough to stop Major Verma to proceed in the dark leading the pack.
Shooting them down before getting shot.
Protecting the land he bows his head down to.

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