The Talking Water

The dew drop on the white orchid leaf The lovely hanging odour of wet mud in breeze The pleasantly chilly water at the bay A latent calling, for a different day. A day of turning back to watch All lovely days of the past A day to forget the speech of substance Out of all tedious days, a day of remembrance. A day to hear a brook gurgle by A day to feed the pigeons. A day to watch sunset at the beach, A day of going far beyond the reach. When WE were superior to I or ME When emotions were blindly set free. When there wasn't fear of letting oneself down When it was easier to imagine a fantasy-town. Times when nothing was evident, Everything a surprize. When stupidity-cocktail was on-the-rocks And nobody came out to be wise. Times of a cricket match Or a game of badminton. Times of lame excuse getting caught Scolding and getting beaten. A day to remember all those good times, When life was Salsa not Waltz When everyone was real not fake, When ...

The Ignited Soul                                                                                     By: Asawari  She was beautiful. She was spontaneous. She was eccentric. She was Shaarda. Born and brought up in a small town of Madhya Pradesh called Vidisha, to a decent middle class family, Shaarda was just 5 years of age when she performed in a ladies’ sangeet at her Uncle’s wedding and the applaud she received was abundant. Shaarda, according to Hindu mythology, is the name of the goddess Saraswati, the goddess of art and wisdom. Shaarda was truly living up to her name in every way since childhood. She was fond of music, dance and was always an eye candy of the onlookers. Shaarda was quite a brat in her own charming way. She turned a lot of heads and made a lot...

A COLD WINTER NIGHT The place I live , there's no snow   Its a place, just cold and dry   I see through my room's window   All silent people walking by   All in a hurry to reach somewhere   Rushing through each other   Escaping the biting cold   Outside is so dark and gloomy   Everything seems so still, so lifeless   My eyes halt over a stray dog   Dog, probably is starving, searching for food   Hoping to get something to eat..   Only a lamp post illuminates a part of the street   An old man sits there underneath   Every night I see him , the same man   He is so thin and weak   He shivers and moans and looks for help   Haunted and shattered he sits there with in agony His sleazy rags and rat eyes preclude him from gaining any attention   Through my window ,I look up to the dark sky   People, together,make the crowd,  but their hearts make a bigger hole, da...

THE LONELY BRIDGE Here I'm standing on the bridge Under the moon-lit sky The blowing breeze is asking me about you About your absence, and I, I'm still standing on the bridge all alone, Waiting for you to come, I've been thinking about you, Whole day whole night, Whole winter shiver whole summer bright It’s like it’s been ages That I've waited for you here, Till I take my last breath, I'll desire of you to come near. People come and people go, So does the time. So do the seasons, But I'm waiting beyond many reasons. The path of love was never difficult, Only was it a little mystic. You had me and I had you And our life was never twisted. And one day you left me all alone, It’s been years that you're gone, Still your fragrance hovers my mind. You're not here, you are lost in the dark, I need you badly I wanna go blind. You had filled my life With the flowers' bloom, You took me to a world Wherein there wasn...

MOTHER Yesterday I thought I could write a novel or an article On about any subject under the sun Yet I did not  realize  a bit That there was one such topic Towards which any person could become speechless. Sometimes a strict teacher, sometimes a benevolent friend Sometimes an expert chef, sometimes an efficient engineer She has a magical invisible wand The wand that can make her a superwoman at one moment And a very normal timid person at the other. She is my favourite secret sharer She is my coach as well as my guide She is rude and scary and turns red, when I am at fault She becomes unbelievingly affectionate, when I am sad She sometimes freaks me out, when she knows exactly what’s in my mind! She shows all the smartness and wit, just to make me laugh She also becomes my support system, and lets me be myself.     Living without her or living far afield from her Does not exist in my philosophy Because she is...

TIME Time, Like a ballerina’s corset Without a start or an end Time, Like the colorful hula-loop ring Catching all eyes of astonishment with its each swing Time, Like the wizard’s magic crystal Coz when the “time” arrives, everything becomes mystical Time, like the purest of everything, of all Time, like the heavenly, the Lord Time, like the vast ocean Time, like the waves At once, tries to save the transient sand memories And at other moment, washes them away Time, like the rainbow that splashes happiness Time, like a new born child who knows no menace And in a swish Dropping all the gloomy days afar Time remains the unique dazzling, pole  star! - Ashi

 The Tiny Drop I gurgle and ripple in the brook I swim down a stream I create delusion with the sun-lit sky Or mesmerize with my gleam How do I let you know That I love to travel alone Though it may seem a miraculous fallacy Trust thy me, I'm always on my own I chatter I babble throughout my way Turning all stones, reaching every nook You'll find me in the old lady's eye Or in a nonchalant groggy brook I am the laughter of freedom The tear of sorrow or glee A tiny droplet or the brimming river I can ecstatically contain thee...  - Ashi