Home..

The house where I grew up.. 
The people whom I laughed with, shared my life..
The school where I went to.. The college where I chilled..
The familiar streets, the road-side food..
The tangy chats, the spicy chutney..
"Bhaiyya.. ek sookha puri!"
The glass of ganne ka juice which energised me, 
The softy ice-cream which mesmerized me..

Amma's lectures and cooking , 
Achan's non-stop worrying..
The table which held my books, 
The shelves which still hold half my library :)
The walls which know of my dreams,
The pillows which know of my tears.
The local trains, which ran my life..
The shopping for trinkets, the price haggling
The battle of wits and strength for..
that very prized.. "hawa wala window seat"

Bombay for me is all this and more.. and it always will be..
Someone rightly said, home is where the heart is..

And a piece of my heart will always stay in Bombay..

Alone..

Darkness envelops me..
Wraps me in its embrace..

I am all alone, how can it be!
I look around, no familiar face..

No comforting touch, no encouraging nod..
Where did everyone vanish, wonder where I am..

And that's life for u, says God..
Wake up and smell the coffee, Ma'am!!

Anything I want..

The sea at my feet..
The wind in my hair..

Laughter in my eyes..
Music in my ears..

I can fly.. I can soar..
I can scream.. I can roar..

I will never say I can't..
I can be anything I want.

For H

It has been ONE year and some more since we got married.

Yes, to be cliched.. time flew.. and yet it feels like it has been so long since H has been part of my life..

A decision which changed my life.. I moved to a new city..

To a new experience.. To interact with a completely new set of people..

Thanks to H, I am maintaining my sanity.. I am not sure what is his status.. Hehehe..

It wasn't all that easy, yet it wasn't all that difficult..

Looking forward to many more such years together.. learning, listening and loving..

Happy Anniversary, H..

From clearing of throats, pauses and gaps..

To the long talks, arguments and yaps

From uncertain smiles, awkward hints..

To look at you and have an automatic grin

We have come a “short” way.. of this journey long..

I never thought it this would be it, when you came along

Into my life, dispelling my doubts, my fear..

Having you as part of my life, my dear

Is the best thing that has ever happened to me..

To rhyme I must add, we are meant to be! :)

Weekend at Wayanad

Lines criss-cross the orange sky..
Like the lines on my palm..
The ones on the sky bring showers anew..
Will the latter disturb my calm..?

The earth lets out a misty breath..
The chill envelops everything in its fold..
The forests inside and outside are dense..
Wonder what secrets they hold!!

Reading..

The moon casts its soft glow..
On the lovely silent night..
The clouds gather, the winds blow..
I feel my worries take flight..

Some comforting.. some inspiring..
The words take me to a world so new..
I live lives many.. in a short while..
As I turn the pages few..